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Charles was standing next to Private Francis' bed in Post Op. The young soldier had just awakened. He'd been out for half a day.

Francis looked at Charles, "Doctor….what happened to me? I remember trying to protect my team, but that's all I can remember."

"Private," Charles said gently, "You were shot 3 times in the chest. You are at MASH unit. I was able to remove the bullets and make certain there weren't any other injuries. Other than a twisted ankle that you got from falling, I found no other issues. Private, you will be ok in 3 to 4 weeks. At that time, you will be returning home."

"Home, I wasn't sure I'd see my wife or Cranberry Township again," noted Francis.

"I am not familiar with Cranberry Township. Could you please tell me where it is?" Charles inquired.

"Western Pennsylvania, just a little north of Pittsburgh, "And I'll get back to the music store when I get back," Francis answered," We sell all kinds of instruments as well as records. It's a family business. I'm the manager and my father owns the place, " Francis replied.

Charles was thinking, "I am a devotee of classical music and have a record player, here."

Francis stated, "Doctor, you saved my life. Make a list of what you'd like and I'll send it to you…my way of saying thanks.:

"That is quite generous," Charles said, "But I was just doing my job."

"Maybe that's true, Doctor," Francis noted, "But I couldn't go home and do my job if you hadn't operated on me. Please make a list."

Charles was about to thank Francis when Colonel Flagg just appeared next to the Private's bed.

"Major, if Francis is alive, he can answer my questions," Flagg replied.

"Only with my permission. I shant give it to you at this time," Charles was forceful.

Colonel Potter walked into Post Op and saw Flagg with the soldier and Charles. He walked briskly toward them,

"Flagg," he said fiercely, "You have no business being in here. Our wounded are here to recuperate, not to be interrogated. Now, get out."

"Colonel," Flagg began, "I have the right, even if I don't, to interrogate this soldier. Yes, he was shot 3 times and yes, he will get a Purple Heart, but I want to know more about what happened," Flagg replied.

"Horse Feathers," Potter's voice was rising, "We already discussed that you not be interfering with our work. Now get out before I call the MPs."

"Very well, Colonel," Flagg began, "I'lll leave you with the so called wounded. But this isn't over."

"It is for now," Colonel Potter replied, "Vamoose!" And Flagg left.

"Colonel Potter," began Charles, "I would be willing to wager that Flagg comes back."

"Good point Winchester. I'll post MPs and tell them that if Flagg comes in, they'll see that he comes out very quickly," Potter spoke.

"You know those little bells on a dog collar to let people know the dog is nearby?" Francis asked. Potter and Winchester nodded in the positive.

"Sirs, I think you need ;a larger one to put around the Major's neck," the Private added.

All 3 broke out in laughter.

"It's so nice to have something to laugh about," Francis explained.

"Private, your idea is quite creative," Potter smiled, "We might want to think of a way to warn us of Flagg's impending arrival."

Meanwhile, Colonel Flagg was headed for the Swamp. He was going to find information on the black market one way or another.

But BJ and Hawkeye were ready for him. It was going to be quite interesting.