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It was mid-morning on the next day. No more wounded had come in since the day before. In fact, Post Op was down to 5 soldiers.
One was Private Francis. He found out that he'd be going home, which made him quite happy. However, since one of the bullets that hit him was closer to the spinal cord than originally thought, he'd have a slight limp on his left leg. Klinger had found him a black cane. Francis could think of what he couldn't do anymore, but was coming home "in one piece," so he was thankful.
"Corporal Klinger" he asked, "When do I get out of here?"
"Next EVAC bus, which would another 15 to 20 minutes," replied the Company Clerk.
"Thanks for all your help," Francis said, "Don't take this personally, but I hope I never see you again unless me meet at a Mudhens game."
"Kid, can't blame you," Klinger said, "We prefer not to get repeat customers. Now, I've gotta go and do some things for Colonel Potter. Best of luck!" Klinger exclaimed and he left Post Op.
General Stover was standing by his jeep. Colonel Potter was with him. "I'm sure glad you were here Mark. Your surgery skills are top notch. Since you've seen how we operate during and after a battle, please tell those Ostrich Feathers at ICOR what you saw and what you did. They haven't tried to take any of my people for a new MASH. Seems like the folks here may not have much use for war, but they appreciate who they work with."
"Sherm," replied Stover, "I won't let that happen. You have a first class unit, here. It would be complete nonsense to move anyone to a new MASH. Right now, no plans to add another MASH. That sign on the road, "Best Care Anywhere," is accurate. If something does come up, I'll do everything I can to keep the 4077th as it is."
They shook hands. Each said a quick goodbye. After that the General's driver started the jeep and drove off.
Sherman Potter had been in three wars. He found the current lack of activity in the camp a blessing. Hopefully, he'd get to read that new Zane Grey that his wife had just sent him.
BJ, Charles and Hawkeye were in the Swamp. Each was reading a letter that came from home.
"Beej," Hawkeye began, "I haven't seen you get a letter from your dog, lately."
"He's not quite the regular writer that my wife is, When I write Peg back, I'll see if she can get him to write something."
"Gentlemen," Charles began, "What could be more ridiculous than getting a letter from a pet?"
"Charles," BJ answered, "I'm sure he's just dog tired."
Charles winced as BJ and Hawkeye laughed.
Just another day at the 4077t."