Something Lonesome About You (Hawkeye Pierce x Reader)

Bad Mornings Lead To Better Evenings

The letter to my parents sat on the dresser of my new tent.  My own place to call home.  Since Margaret was a major she earned the right to have her own quarters.  So a small tent was put up next to the nurse's quarters for me.  It was the best they could manage on short notice.  I hesitated to send them the letter.   Today I heard Radar calling to others.  They had received mail from their loved ones back home. Why shouldn't I get the same?  In a quick motion I jumped off the bed.  My hand grabbed the letter.  The door swung open nearly hitting Radar in the face.

"Captain, watch out!" he took a large step back avoiding it barely.

"Radar. Sorry, I didn't realize you were right there."

"Just gave me a bit of a scare is all." He sifted through the bag near his hip.  "You got some mail. Just one letter, but hopefully it's something nice to take your mind off things around here."

"Thanks," I said while taking the letter.

"Is that one to get sent? I can take it."

"No.  It's fine. Not quite ready to send this one."

"You seemed ready a moment ago."

We laughed.  Radar headed off. Knocking on doors before calling out to the recipients.  They were eager to have mail.  Every face lit up.  Especially BJ.  A collective groan could be heard when he told the others his wife sent treats.   Everyone was excited.  Mail day was usually an uplifting time around here.  Until wounded showed up, if they did.  I wished for something to keep me from reading the letter in my hands. 

Without being noticed by anyone else I headed into my tent.  I sat on my bed.  A familiar address at the top of the letter.  It was from my mom.  My dad's name was nowhere on the outside.  I doubt he knew this letter was even sent.  My mother would have gone to great lengths to have it sent.  My dad wasn't an abusive man. He just wanted to know everything that was happening within his house.  I never could tell if it was mistrust. Perhaps someone in his past hurt him bad enough to be that way.  He had old ideals that he held close to him.   Which as why he never approved of my career choice.  He thought I should be finding a man to settle down with.   The letter tore open.  Folded in the paper was my mother's message to me.  Ringing filled my ears as I read the letter.
  
   
"I'm so bored lately," Hawkeye groaned while rolling up a skein of yarn. "I guess these lulls in business are a good thing."

"I'm surprised you aren't at Captain  _____'s door begging her for a date." BJ snarked in response.

"She doesn't want to go on one.  Who am I to keep bothering her?"

"Maybe I need to take a look at you, Hawk. Sounds like you aren't feeling quite yourself."

"Knock it off you two.  Why don't you go for a drink? I'm trying to read here," Charles snapped.

"Come on Beej, let's put on our nicest greens and head down to Rosie's."

They both loudly exited the tent after putting on their boots.  Charles seemed elated to have the tent to himself.  As the door shut behind them an overture started.  They both groaned.

The camp was lighter when wounded weren't coming in regularly.  It was a welcomed break. And a fine time for my mother's letter to reach me.   The letter had fallen onto the floor.  A blank stare glazed over my eyes.  What a mess this whole situation became.  I forced myself to my feet.  The letter folded back into the envelope before I set it on the dresser.   This was one of those times I wanted to feel the numbness associated with alcohol.   I hadn't drank since that one night with BJ.  If there was a time to indulge, now would be it.