I decided to visit Hawkeye in his hometown hoping that he’d be okay. The Hawkeye from Korea and the at home Hawkeye soon turned out to be two different people, in a good way.
The Hawkeye in Korea wasn’t happy, used humor to deflect his pain, and well, was a raging alcoholic. The at home Hawkeye was still unhappy, but seemed semi-comfortable, and above all, well. He was clean shaven, too. Much to my surprise, and he had BJ with him.
“Father!” Hawkeye cheered after I knocked on his door.
“How’s it going Father?” BJ asked, as I walked in.
“Oh, very well my son. Say, you two have a nice place.”
“Thank you, Father.” They said, in unison.
I smiled, and they asked if I wanted to join them for dinner. I agreed, and to my surprise Hawkeye cooked while BJ set the table.
Dinner was made and set. I was given a glass of red wine, while the other two drank martinis left and right.
“So, Father, what brings you to our humble abode?”
“I’m checking in on everyone from the unit. You two were second on the list, after the colonel, of course.”
They both smiled, “missed us that much, Father?”
“Of course! But, I must tell you who I’m visiting next. Hawk, you know him personally.”
I saw BJ shoot a look at Hawkeye, who had the biggest grin on his face.
“Let me take a shot in the dark, here. Could it be Trapper?”
“Correct! I was wondering if, maybe, you’d like to accompany me in seeing him?”
BJ stared at Hawkeye for the longest time.
“I’d love to. Just to see how he’s doing.”
I smiled, but then looked over at BJ.
“Is everything okay, my son?”
“Oh, yeah sure. Really okay.”
Hawkeye sighed. “Beej, it’s just a visit. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“You fall in love with him.”
“BJ, he’s married. Happily too. I couldn’t ruin that.”
BJ nodded, and said, “okay.”
We finished dinner, and headed up to Boston, Massachusetts. Hawkeye seemed very excited, while BJ was less than thrilled.
We arrived in Boston, and immediately looked for Trapper. BJ huffed a lot, and I could tell that he was uneasy.
“Yes, my son?”
“May I speak to you? Alone?”
“Of course, my son.”
BJ explained to me that he was worried that Hawkeye would fall back in love with Trapper. I tried my best to let him know that it just wasn’t possible. To my surprise, Hawkeye left with Trapper, and BJ had just had it at that point.
“I told you that he would leave.”
“That’s it! Hawkeye wasn’t going to say this, but I am. You’re insecure. You’re so scared that Hawkeye is going to leave you for a man that left without saying one final goodbye. He’s not that shallow, and he clearly loves you. Unless you somehow screwed up over the years, he wouldn’t leave you for the first guy he meets!”
BJ looked at me, and relaxed.
“I-I’m sorry, father.”
“It’s quite all right, my son. I’m sorry for being strict.”
We both walked for a while to see if we could find either Hawkeye or Trapper. Low and behold, we found them in a diner seeming to be splitting a milkshake.
“Are they sharing a milkshake?”
“It appears so, but I can’t tell for certain. Let’s head in before we assume the worst.”
BJ and I saw Hawkeye and Trapper talking while having two different milkshakes. Much to BJ’s relief.
I sat next to Trapper, and BJ sat next to Hawkeye.
“So, you’re the infamous Trapper McIntyre.”“That’s me! And you are?”
Trapper beamed brightly when he heard that. Hawkeye looked rather smitten.
“Ain’t he grand?”Hawkeye and Trapper exchanged smiles, and then averted their heads to BJ.
“Oh, he’s just a delight.”
I could tell that BJ was being sarcastic, but it appeared that the other two didn’t care.
“Are you still married?”
“Nope! Divorced soon after I came home. It was ugly, but hey. I’m free now.”
Trapper winked at Hawkeye. Hawkeye’s eyes got wider, and he blushed a bright red. BJ rolled his eyes.
“That’s wonderful news, Trapper.”
“Thank you. Say, your friend Charles and I worked together once he came back as well. He’s a bit pretentious, but he means well.”
“I know. What did he say?”
“He misses you, and hopes that you’re doing well. He did threaten to punch me, though.”
“The note incident?”
“Yes. I did write a note, but I suppose that Frank threw it out. Along with the rest of my things.”
“You left me a note?!”
“Damn that Frank. I’m glad that you cleared that up, though.”
BJ watched as Trapper’s hand overlapped Hawkeye’s. Much to his dismay. A waitress set us with menus and then took down our drink orders. BJ ordered a martini and I ordered a Sprite. The waitress left, and we resumed our conversation.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I’m so sorry for not getting that last goodbye in. I have a question, though.”
“Will you go out with me?”
I choked on my Sprite, and BJ’s eyes were wide.
“I’d love to, Trap.”
I saw BJ’s eyes start to get glossy.
“Yes. But, I’ll have to see what BJ thinks.”
“I forbid it.”
“Oh Beej, explain.”
“Hawkeye, you and I are together!”
“You barely remember our anniversary and my birthday! You compare me to Peg constantly! Forget it, BJ!”
“Don’t be like that, Hawkeye.”
“We’re through, Hunnicutt. Go find Peg.”
I followed BJ out, and tried to get some sense talked into him.
“What in Hell’s name is wrong with you?!”
“Look, I don’t keep up with dates anymore.”
“That’s besides the point! Comparing the man that you fell for to your ex wife is wrong! They’re nothing alike!”
“DON’T you ‘but Father’ me! Listen to me Hunnicutt, put your foot down before you lose Hawkeye for good.”
“What if I already did?”
“Then you should’ve thought about your actions beforehand. Trapper was his first actual love. Don’t make him be the last.”
BJ nodded, and we went back to the diner, and sat down. But in silence.
“Are you sure that you want Trapper? I mean, really.”
“Trapper remembered my birthday. He remembers that day we met. HE didn’t compare ME to his ex wife, who I share NOTHING with.”
“Look Hawkeye, I’m really sorry-“
“Sorry? SORRY?! Sorry isn’t going to make me forget everything that you’ve told me! Every time you’ve compared me to Peg! Forget it! Go find someone else! I’m done!”
“Hawkeye, honey…you can’t be serious. Think about all the good years that we shared.”
“I am! The hell with you! The only ‘good years’ were when we were in California!”
“Out, Hunnicutt. I never want to see you again.”
“But, I love you so.”
“Please let me go. It’s not love, it’s lust, BJ.”
BJ got up from the table, and went outside. I paid for our drinks, and followed him once more, but waited for him to speak.
“I blew it Father.”
“I’m sorry, my son.”
“What am I going to do?”
“I don’t know, my son. I wish I did.”
“How did I let this happen?”
“It just happened that way. Sometimes, we go back to those who loved us first. Sometimes, we don’t.”
“I’m sure gonna miss him.”
“I know. Have you ever told Hawkeye just how much he meant to you?”
“I don’t think so. I never said that I loved him, I took his affection for granted... I really messed up.”
I didn’t know what to say. Hearing all of that really made sense as to why Hawkeye went back to Trapper.
I walked him to the bus station, and waited with him until his bus picked him up. We waved to each other until he was out of sight.
I decided to go back to See how Trapper and Hawkeye were doing. To my surprise they were laughing like old times.
“Hey, Father! You’re back!”
“Indeed I am, gentlemen.”
Trapper smiled at me, and then turned his attention back to Hawkeye.
“Hey Father, watch this! When’s my birthday, Trap?”
“That would be February 16th, 1922.”
“Correct! What day did we meet?”
“June 25th, 1950.”
“Who am I not like?”
“My ex wife!”
“We have a winner! God, I missed you.”
“I missed you too. Say, after Father Mulcahy eats, we can all go back to my place.”
“Sounds great! Right, Father?”
“Right! That is, if I’m not intruding.”
“Of course not! You’re always welcomed to my place.”
I smiled, and the waitress brought out my food. Trapper paid for it, and off we went. Trapper’s place was really nice. And, he and Hawkeye were getting along just as much as I thought. Trapper received a call from BJ though. It was then passed down to Hawkeye. I couldn’t make out the conversation, but it wasn’t good.
“A moment, please?”
I got up, and walked over to where Hawkeye and Trapper were.
“Not exactly. He found my number and is now pleading with me to send Hawkeye back. I’m not going to force Hawkeye to be miserable.”
“I understand. That’s a good decision, Trapper. I say that you unplug the phone for the rest of the night.”
“Good choice, Father. Are you okay, Hawk?”
“I will be. Let’s get some sleep, yeah?”
“Of course. Father, the guest bedroom is down the hall to your left. First door.”
“What about me, Trap?”
“We can share a bed. I have a king sized bed for a reason.”