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An Argument in Blake's Office

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POV: Trapper

“Hawkeye, you know the whole war is hell.”

“Yeah, yeah, but having to drink five martinis a day just to deal with death, stress, and more is overselling it. Trap, think about it this way, if we were to leave right now, we won’t have to worry about a thing. Besides, it could be fr the greater good.”

I knew Hawkeye was drunk, but he reached a whole new level of drunken blabbering.

“Hawkeye, if we leave now we could face serious legal issues.”

“So what? Think about it this way Trapper, I miss home. I miss not having to worry about if I’m not up in time for breakfast, there won’t be anything left. I hate having to worry about if I see any more of my friends being sent in here, getting stitched up, and sent back into war, only to die…is it really worth it?”

I saw his viewpoint, but I still couldn’t let him just leave.

“Hawkeye, I want you to stay in tonight. No going out, and no going near choppers.”

He didn’t put up a fight, primarily since he was too drunk to stand, so I figured that it was safe to check in with the rest of the patients.

An hour or two passed by, and I could hear shouting coming from Henry’s office. I checked it out, and low and behold, a drunken Hawkeye is having an argument with a surprisingly sober Henry Blake. I pulled Hawkeye away from Blake, and gently held onto his green coat.

“Trapper! What is the meaning of all of this?!”

“He’s drunk, sir. I had no control over him.”

“Where were you then, McIntyre?”

“Checking on the patients, sir.”

“Trapper, I want you to take Hawkeye out of here, and back to the swamp before things get worse.”

“Yes, sir. But, may I ask a few questions, sir?”

“And just what are those questions, Trapper?”

“Well, Hawkeye here has to have at least five drinks before he can deal with his now everyday life. Is that really supposed to be normal? How about whenever he stitches someone, why should he have to see them again, but dead? Is that really fair, Henry?”

“Look, I don’t want to be here anymore than he does, but by heaven’s sake, I am.”

“What are you trying to say, Henry?”

“I don’t want to say this but, freedom is only but a length of rope.”

“So that’s it? That’s all that you’ve got to say about all of this? Henry, we’re dealing with the same problem every single day, and it seems like these soldiers are getting younger by the day around here. Hawkeye here is just trying to do his job, but no one wants to help. You know what, forget this. We’re both leaving.”

“If you do that, I’ll have to get the general involved.”

“So be it! Get him involved. See if we care. See you in the morning, Henry. Make it count.”

I gently picked Hawkeye up in a bridal style, and carried him to the swamp.


“Yes, Hawkeye?”

“D-do you love me?”

I looked into those beautiful blue eyes. They were so full of life.

“Of course I do, Hawkeye. Come here.”

Hawkeye leaned into me, and I held him. His dog tags were the first thing that he handed to me. I kissed his hand, and he smiled.

“I love you, Trapper.”

“I love you too, Hawkeye.”

“Keep those.”

“In that case, Hawkeye, I want you to have mine.” I handed Hawkeye my dog tags, and he kissed them.



“What are we going to do?”

“Let’s talk about that in the morning, darling.”


Hawkeye curled into me, and I laid down beside him. I was really thankful that Frank was at Margaret’s. I wrapped Hawkeye up in my robe, and didn’t move that night. It was so cute to see him all wrapped up in my robe, and snoozing like a puppy. I shortly followed him to sleep.

The next morning was different. Hawkeye wasn’t feeling too good, so I decided to stay with him.

“Hawk, do you recall anything? Any arguments or the like?”

“I can’t. Was I that bad?”

“Oh Hawkeye, you’re never bad. Just misunderstood. Say, I’ll get you something to eat, and we can stay here all day.”

“But what about the wounded?”

“Frank and Margaret can take over. I’ll just explain that I have to be your nurse.”

“I have a very attractive nurse, then.”

I smiled, and went out to get something that Hawkeye could stomach. Luckily, there were a lot of fruits to choose from.

“Hello, Trapper!”

“Hey father.”

“Everything okay, my son?”

“Of course! I’m just worried about Hawkeye.”

“I understand, my son.”

Father Mulcahy looked at the dog tags around my neck, and noticed that they weren’t mine.

“My son, those are Hawkeye’s.”

“I know, father. We traded last night.”

“You know you’re not supposed to do that.”

“I know, but I’m special.”

Father Mulcahy pulled me aside once I grabbed food for Hawkeye, but I asked him to meet me at the swamp. He agreed.

Back at the swamp, I gave Hawkeye his food, a couple of pain killers, and some water.

“What is it, father?”

“My son, trading dog tags mean that you’re together. He trusts you a lot, and wants you to keep him close.”

“Really? I gave him mine.”

I saw father Mulcahy’s eye get wide, not out of hate, but out of shock.

“My son, you’re together?”


“Does your wife know?”

I stood there for a moment. I knew I had to tell her that it was over, but I had no way of telling her. Unless it’s either mail or a rare phone call. I just have to let her know.

Time passed and everything seemed okay. Then the mail came in. Hawkeye some stuff from his dad, but I got a “dear John” letter. Much to Frank’s surprise, he didn’t notice.

“Hey, Trap?”


“You okay? You’re smiling.”

“Do you know what this means?”

“Not exactly.”

I looked up at him, and smiled. He doesn’t remember a thing.

“What in God’s name is going on?”

“Frank, the adults are talking. Go find Margaret and tell her how your wife might divorce you.”

I watched Frank huff, and leave. He truly is a miserable man.

I immediately started writing my wife a letter. I told he everything that happened. I decided to send it off.

Radar dropped by to see Hawkeye after last night.

“How’s he feeling?”

“A little hungover, but he’ll pull through.”

“Gee…well, Henry Blake wants to see him. Something about last night in his office.”

“Am I allowed to be in the room?”

“I’m not sure, sir. Henry didn’t say. Only one way to find out. Can I have those scraps?”

“Sure thing, Radar.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Of course.”

I watched Radar leave, and I re-entered the swamp. I watched Hawkeye eat, and then told him that Henry wanted to see him.

“What about?”

“Last night.”

Hawkeye’s eyes went wide, and I realized that he didn’t remember last night at all.

“I’m sure everything will be okay.”

“Go with me, please.”

“I will.”

We walked up to Henry’s office, and Radar let us in. He told us that Henry “would be back soon.” So, I asked him to bring back a bottle of aspirin. He nodded, and left.

“I can’t remember last night.”

“I know.”

“Help me.”

“Okay. You were drunk, and you and Henry got into an argument. I chipped in when I shouldn’t have, but I got tired. I hated how he treated you. By the way, you’re wearing my tags.”

“Trap, you’re married. We-“

“I’m divorcing her. I like you too much,”

“This isn’t allowed.”

“Who needs to know?”

Hawkeye looked around to see if anyone was around, and when the coast was clear, he kissed me quick. Naturally, I kissed back.



“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Radar came back with the bottle of aspirins, and gently set them down with a small cup of water next to them. I watched Hawkeye pop a couple in, and relax.

“Feel better?”

“Will be.”



“I meant those words.”

“You love me?”

“I do. Do you love me?”

“I do.”

Just then, Henry walked into the office, but he didn’t seem mad. Just surprised.

“Hawkeye, why is Trapper in here?”

“He wanted to know if it were okay for him to be here.”

“I suppose not, but I did want to talk about your behavior last night.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t piece together anything.”


“No, sir. I’m sorry.”

Henry sat back, and explained everything to Hawkeye. I watched Hawkeye’s eyes get wider as Henry talked about the events of last night. After Henry stopped talking, Hawkeye opened his mouth.

“I didn’t-“

“No worries. I know it’s the stress and then some. I understand why so, this is why you and Trapper are going to Tokyo together. I’ve talked to a lot of people, and they’re letting you both go.”

We both smiled at each other. Hawkeye grabbed the whole bottle of aspirin, and we left Blake’s office.



“If Frank’s not in the swamp, I would like to be with you.”

“I’d like that, Hawk.”

Sure enough, Frank wasn’t. We moved our cots together to form one, and we cuddled into each other. Hawkeye had me on my back. He put his head on my chest, and held my hand. I removed my wedding ring, and put it on the floor. Then, I placed Hawkeye’s hand in mine, and held it closer to me. I kissed the top of his hand, and closed my eyes.



“Are you sure that you’re making the right decision?”


Hawkeye closed his eyes, and played with my hand. I smiled, and kissed his head.

“Goodnight, Trapper. I love you.”

“Goodnight, Hawkeye. I love you too.”

Just like that, we both drifted off to sleep. Happily, and holding one another. I knew my wife wouldn’t like the news, but I finally found someone who makes me truly happy. I only hope that he feels the same way. For now, we’ll get some sleep, and worry about everything else later.