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BJ put the last two cots down in the back corner of the mess tent. When Charles brought the blankets and Hawkeye the pillows, all 12 cots were ready for use, if needed.
"I don't believe I have ever moved furniture other than holding a chair for a woman," Charles began.
"Well, Charles, now you have that moving experience, you could always join a moving company if medicine doesn't work out," Hawkeye grinned.
"Winchester Moving and Storage. Has a nice ring to it," BJ nodded.
"Thanks, but no," Winchester replied, "I'll be chief surgeon at Mass General in Boston. You two, on the other hand, I am certain, would be quite adequate for such work."
"We'd be movers AND shakers," Hawkeye opined.
"Offering discount surgery in the moving van," BJ added.
"Or scaring any potential customer to death," Charles added.
Klinger came in and walked to the corner where the three doctors were standing. He looked around – since it was not near a meal time, no one else seemed to be about.
"Guys," Klinger began, "I just got the news; the offensive will start at sunup tomorrow morning. Colonel Potter just got the call and is about to announce it over the PA system. He wants to be as ready as we can be."
"Wonder why there was a change," BJ noted.
"Well, it's the Army. Change is the only constant," Hawkeye replied.
"In that case, I will review Post Op and the O/R to make certain we have what we need," Charles said.
""Since this could be a big one," Hawkeye started, "I'll get a couple of nurses and start getting blood donations from the camp.
"I'll get Margaret and we'll make certain Triage is completely ready," BJ added.
"I'm not sure if I can do any trading with this turnaround. Have to try, though. What I'll do is start with the double nickel since they are the closest, and then work my way out. If you need me for anything else, let me know," Klinger surmised.
Up to that point, the camp was oddly quiet. Then, the beeping horn of a jeep cut through the silence. Klinger looked out and saw the star on the jeep. That was General Stover, no doubt. He quickly walked back to his office and greeted the two men standing by his desk. The General was about 6 feet tall, trim, with a mixture of blond and gray hair.
"Good evening, son," General Stover began, "I guess we're early and you can probably guess why."
"Yes, Sir."
"Please take us to Colonel Potter. The battle is starting at dawn and I want to see how we can best be of service," Stover added.
Klinger led the General and his Aide into Colonel Potter's office. Standing up, Potter saluted the General and asked if he'd like a seat. Stover nodded in agreement. At that moment Colonel Potter, General Stover, and his Aide sat at the table in the office.
"This is not my idea of good timing," Stover began, "But at least I can be helpful as a surgeon and officer. More surgeon that officer. I do have some information from ICOR regarding the assault and what they are trying to do. Plus, how it might impact each MASH ll, unit."
Potter asked Klinger to get the General's suitcase and take it to the VIP tent. He took the Aide's suitcase to the Swamp.
Potter then looked Stover right in the ese,"So, General, What are we in for?"