The Miracle

Little hay little hoe Part 2

  Boredom, that was the only downside of not being in O.R on your feet with a busy supply of wounded rolling in.

With sleep out of the question and the whole camp ,excluding the supply men, in O.R boredom ate away at Hawkeye. No warm soft body of a woman to snuggle, no Charles to bother Hawkeye was very bored. 

Hawkeye's muscles relaxed as he stretches in his cot, trying to enjoy himself not having to do anything but for some reason he was restless after his nightmare the last thing he wanted was to not see anyone walking around camp. 

He swallows hard and rubs his eyes, " Well, I can go ahead and write a letter to Dad. What do you think Mr. Stinky?" He asks while he  casually lifts his arm, a sock over his hand and makes it "nod". 

" Ah ha, he's even gone so far as to resort to talking to a sock. How childish, but must admit however that is not unlike you." Charles scoffs as he enters the tent and Hawkeye pouts

" Charles, please don't talk about Mr.Stinky like he isn't there." Hawkeye says before Charles narrows his eyes.

" That "Mr Stinky." is MY sock! Unhand it at once you fein! Its a wonderfully woven wool sock with soft lining inside, water proof! Keeps me from freezing in this god forsaken weather! " Charles grabs onto it and tugs it hard making Hawkeye pull back.

" It was in my dirty sock pile which makes it mine! " Hawkeye grunts as he pulls the sock back in his grasp.

" Its the only thing keeping me from looking like a freezing flamenco! Now give it to me! My mother sent them to me for the winter!" Charles howls before Hawkeye suddenly lets go making Charles stumble backwards into a pot of water on the floor and Hawkeye laughs falling onto his cot clutching his stomach as he laughs aloud.

" How-dare you you, you rotten, you nincompoop!" Charles stands up, his pants soaked as he stumbles towards the door growling, " This is the last straw!"

Hawkeye snickers and straightens up for a second" Then I'll buy more straws" he sputters before laughing once more while Charles glares

 " You just wait Peirce, I'll soon get my turn to laugh." 

Hawkeye sits up wiping his tears, " Hey, hey Charles wa-heheh- wait you might need this." Hawkeye tosses the sock to Charles. " Heard its water proof. Sides don't want to look like a freezing flamenco." Hawkeye giggles and lays down on his cot.

  Charles slams the Swamp's door shut, exiting red faced and fuming with anger. He didn't seem to understand the banter was therapeutic for Hawkeye, and the worse his stress the more he joked and pranked. 

Now left alone with subsiding giggles Hawkeye sits, feeling a bit better after a laugh but not entirely. He lays on his side and takes up pen and paper writing a letter to his father.

" Dear Dad, another day where I'm put on the bench from O.R. Guess they all got tired of my jokes, I guess Franks been rubbing off on them. He's been pretty rough lately, I've noticed Margret's hands got calloused. 

Speaking of Margret, did you know she sung in choir? I didn't till I saw a few dead birds on the ground when Father Mulcahi had mass in the mess tent.  But enough about me dad, how about you?  Its summer stateside, did you find my swim trunks yet?  

When you do please send them in the mail sometime this month. The mail orders for those things come in the winter time. Ridiculous right? Well I shouldn't say its too bad, we went snow tubing on the floaties they sent us. 

Klinger won against Rizzo, served Rizzo right for making fun of Klinger's new otter fur dress. -" 

His letter is halted when Radar knocks on the door.

" Sir, Cog.Potter wants to see you on the double in his office." 

Ah good ol'  Colonel Potter, he was one person someone could write a thousand books about and never really capture the true detail of the mans character. 

" Thanks Radar. I shall select my finest gown." Hawkeye states as he gets up stiffly out of his cot groaning.

" You want your glass slippers too Hawk?" B.J smirks as he enters behind Radar and stretches heading to the still. 

" Ah, prince charming with a wooly bear lip. How went the battles in O.R?" Hawkeye leans in, hoping for an update. 

" Sir, on the double." Radar sighs, shifting his weight against the door. " Which means a Right now sir. " 

" And In a minute Radar meaning shut your yap before I tell that pen pal of yours you're only four foot six." Hawkeye snaps.

Radar stares at Hawkeye with his mouth open " That's not true! I'm four foot eight. Besides she already knows." He mutters before the P.A system booms 

" Hawkeye Peirce! In my office Now." Potters voice sounded impatient. Hawkeye sighs and gets up, walking out of the tent and across the dusty area of the good old 4077 towards the office. 

" Seems your childish antics got the better of you Peirce." Charles said smirking as he watches Hawkeye drag himself to the office. 

Hawkeye stops short before he turns, facing Charles with his hands by his sides wiggling his fingers and replies with a Western drawl

" You picked the wrong day to cross me Mister"  Hawkeye suddenly grabs out a gun and squirts water at Charles making him yelp in surprise and run off to the side, wiping his clothes off growling. 

" Wow." Radar gasps out as he stares at Hawkeye with genuine awe. Hawkeye tips a imaginary hat at a nurse standing next to Radar

" How about you and me hit the saloon after this Young Missy. Your son will be asleep by that hour." He adds looking at Radar making Radar glare. The nurse giggles and shoves Hawkeye 

" Oh Hawkeye, always the charmer." She says and kisses his cheek before racing off to help the other nurses.

" I'll never wash this cheek again.... Not that I have before." Hawkeye sighs as he enters the doorway to the Colonel's office.

" Radar, if I don't make it out alive there is a pair of high heeled boots under my cot. You can have them." Hawkeye says and walks into the office avoiding Radars glares as he fumes. 

' Here we gooo.' Hawkeye says in his mind, slowly opening the door.