Colonel Potter and I celebrated Helen's letter and the fact that she was getting the help that she needs for her alcoholism with a scotch and water-hold the scotch. I don't know what I would have done without that dear sweet man. The way he helped me control Helen in the mess tent. I hated coming down so hard on her, but it was just what she needed. Meanwhile, Hawkeye and Charles were still laughing about the prank they pulled on BJ with help from the nurses. Normally I don't condone such a thing, but I'm sorry I missed it.