Despite the bustle of the company clerk's office, or maybe because of it, Radar was getting better really quickly. His fever had gone down and he was now allowed to help with some of the less strenuous work.
He was sitting up on his bed propped up with pillows, proofreading one of the reports written by Klinger when the door opened and the man himself entered.
"Hi, Klinger, nice dress," Radar complimented him. During the past few days, they'd become good friends.
"Thanks. I made it myself," Klinger replied.
"Wow, really?"
"Yes, I can sew. My uncle taught me just in case. He had to learn by himself to get out of World War One."
"I can see, it's a useful skill."
"Maybe being in this unit isn't that bad, after all," Klinger mused, "I mean, I still want out, but at least here I have the supplies to add the finishing touches to some of my dresses. I finished this one just yesterday."
"It looks really stylish with that black lace. What did you use for it?"
"The ink ribbon."
They laughed for a long time.
THE END