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I finally had some time alone in the tent. I made sure that I was alone. I didn’t want anyone to hear this prayer, or rather my begging. I had been divorced for eighteen months now, and I figured this was the perfect time to beg Venus for the perfect lover, especially since I was overseas and there were a lot of possibilities. I didn’t care who it was, I just wanted to finally be happy and in actual love. I closed my eyes and got on my knees.


“Venus, if you will please, please, please send me the perfect lover. I want them to be kind, funny, charismatic, passionate, bright, energetic, and passionate. I want them to be outgoing and very friendly too. They’ve also gotta be an excellent communicator too. I want someone who will balance me out while stating their ground too. Oh, and he’s gotta hate war. Please send me someone just like that, and I swear, I won’t ask for anything else ever.”


I walked out of the tent that I was in, and heard a jeep roll in. I waved to the driver and the passenger too. I noticed in the back that there was a new guy. He had black hair and was cracking jokes with the driver. He’s gotta be another surgeon, or else he’s breaking protocol. He got out of the jeep with his stuff and waved at me while talking to the driver. He was then greeted by Henry Blake and Father Mulcahy. Frank noticed me staring at the new guy, and didn’t look too pleased.


“Something wrong, Frank?”

“You’re looking at the new guy kinda funny.”

“Funny how?”

“Well, I don’t know. Just…smitten.”

“Please, I haven’t even met him yet, or even know his name.”

“Well, I heard from Colonel Blake that there would be a third member in the tent, and I hope to god that it isn’t this guy.”



“Go away.”


Frank left, and I started talking to Radar. We talked about his time in Iowa, and how he misses his mom and the animals. I couldn’t shake the new guy off. There was something about him that drew me to him.


“Excuse me, sir?”

“Yes, Radar?”

“Would you like to know where the new guy’s from?”

“Anything you know, I wanna know.”

“Okay, well, I’ll let him tell you his life story, but I wanted to let you know that he’s from Crabapple Cove, Maine. It’s a small town, so not many people know where it is.”

“Anything else, like a name?”

“I’ll let him introduce himself to you, sir. He’ll be out soon.”

“Thank you, Radar.”

“Of course, sir.”


Just like Radar said, the new stepped out with Henry, and I was waiting for them both.


“-And this is John McIntyre. Better known as Trapper.”


The new guy extended a hand to me, and I took it. He had a nice firm grip, but not too tight to the point that it hurts.


“Pleasure to meet you, Trapper.”

“Likewise Mr….?”

“Please, call me Hawkeye. The name’s Benjamin Franklin Pierce. But everyone just calls me Hawkeye.”

“You got it, Hawkeye. I hear you’re from Crabapple Cove.”

“I am! Did Radar tell you?”

“He did!”



I turned my attention to Henry.


“Yes, sir?”

“You two, along with Frank, are going to be sharing a tent together. Is that okay with you two?”


I looked at Hawkeye, hoping that he was going to say yes.


“Fine with me. What about you, Trap?”

“I-I think that would be okay too.”

“Then it’s settled. Let me know if I can arrange anything.”

“Thanks, Henry. Before you go, got any spare parts?”

“Spare parts from what?”

“Medical equipment, a jeep, or even a chopper?”

“I can call around and see. What’s it for?”

“A hobby.”

“You got it, Hawkeye.”

“Thank you, Henry.”


Henry walked off into the distance, and Father Mulcahy came over to ask if there was something he’d like from us.


“Father, you’ve done more than enough.”

“I still feel like there’s more.”

“How about you help us by telling us if there’s anything we can do for you.”

“Oh, no. You two being here and helping others is enough.”

“And so are you. You’re doing stuff for the orphans, Father. You don’t have to, and no one asked you to. You’re doing more than enough.”

“Well, thank you, Hawkeye.”

“Of course, Father”.


Father Mulcahy walked off to his tent and I was alone with Hawkeye.


“What-what do you want the spare parts for?”

“Do you drink?”

“Of course.”

“Well, so do I. I was going to build a gin still. Would you like to help me once we get the equipment?”

“I-I’d love to.”

“Fantastic! Now, where’s our tent?”

“I’ll show you.”

“Thank you.”


Hawkeye and I talked about anything and everything that we could think of. He even talked about his hate for the military, but his need to help those who need it, and that’s why he didn’t draft dodge. He also told me about his father. They’re really close. He told me about his mother died when he was young.


“Where are my manners? What’s your story, Trapper?”

“Oh, well I’ve been divorced for a year and a half now, but I’m looking for love.”

“Oh, do you have anyone in mind?”

“Not at the moment, but there’s still hope.”


Hawkeye smiled at that statement, and we kept walking in silence until we got to the tent.


“And here’s our new home.”

“Looks very…green.”

“I know. Let me help you with your bags.”

“Oh, thank you.”

“No problem. Would you like help with your trunk too?”

“No thank you, I’ve got it. Thanks for the help, though. I really appreciate it, Trapper.”

“No problem, Hawkeye.”

“You don’t have a lot of room on your side, do you?”

“It’s manageable.”

“Still. Would you like a trunk? I’m only using the one.”

“I couldn’t-“

“I insist.”

“Well, in that case.”


Hawkeye gave me a spare. And just like that, wounded people were coming in. We raced to get to get to the O.R. and changed into our medical gear. Hawkeye was very focused. Frank started getting mad that Hawkeye wasn’t doing some sort of stitch right, and I could tell that Hawkeye was getting very annoyed.


“Frank, for the love of Christ, forgive me Father, could you shut up?! If anything, you’re not doing your stitches right.”

“Oh please, my stitches are fine!”

“Frank, the knot isn’t supposed to show that much.”

“Oh, whatever! You’re just mad that I’m a higher rank!”


Henry interrupted their argument, and examined both of their stitches.


“No, Hawkeye’s right. Your stitches are sloppy. Margaret, do you mind?”

“Not at all sir.”

“Thank you, Margaret.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”


I carried on with business as usual, and so did Hawkeye. After all of the wounded were seen and fixed up, we left the O.R. and headed back to our tent.


“Oh, Hawkeye!”

“Yes, Henry?”

“I called around, you’re going to be getting your scraps later today.”

“Thanks fantastic! Thank you, Henry!”

“No problem.”


I smiled, and we were at our tent again. I noticed that Hawkeye had a piece of wood in his hands and some paint.


“What’s that for?”

“I hate calling this place a tent, so I’m calling it “The Swamp.” It has a nicer ring to it.”

“The Swamp. I like that.”

“Thank you! Do you mind nailing in a nail so I can put it out front?”

“Not at all.”


Hawkeye handed me a hammer and a nail, and I got to work. I didn’t understand why I felt comfortable doing this for someone that I barely knew, but I didn’t mind it. Hawkeye came out and put the sign on the door. He looked very proud of his accomplishment.


“Looks great, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does!”

We both saw Henry with some guy who had a huge box of scrapped supplies in his hands.


“Package for Hawkeye Pierce!”

“That’s me!”

“Here you go. It’s the scraps from a jeep, a chopper, and excess medical equipment that you asked for. Just sign here.”


Hawkeye signed for everything and I took the box off the guy’s hands. Hawkeye opened the door for me, and had this whole layout in mind. We started working on the still.


“So, how was the divorce? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It was bitter and ugly. Then I got sent here.”

“Gee, that’s awful! I’m sorry that you had to go through that.”

“It’s okay.”

“No it isn’t. She didn’t see who you really are.”

“And you do?”

“Trapper, you’re sweet, helpful, tall, kind, handsome, and overall, good. You’re very cute too.”

“Cute, huh?”



I was standing two inches away from Hawkeye. He was so close.


“You didn’t what, Hawkeye?”

“I don’t know.”

“Y’know Hawkeye, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’ve got a crush on me.”

“It doesn’t help that you’re not too far away from me.”


We pulled away since we heard Frank come in and got back to normal conversation.


“Thanks for making me look like a dumbass, Hawkeye.”

“No problem, Frank! I didn’t think that you needed me for that.”

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?!”

“I know I am. Trapper?”

“He’s the funniest guy I know!”

“You just met!”

“And he’s funny, charming, passionate, kind, and cute!”

Cute? Cute?!”


Ugh. Bleh! I’m going over to Margaret’s.”

“Whatever makes you happy, Frank.”


Frank slammed the door on his way out. I always hated it when he got like that. I looked over to my right, and there was Hawkeye standing really close to me with a smile on his face and this look in his eyes. I knew what it meant.


“Did you mean all those things that you said about me?”

“I did, Hawkeye.”

“Hmm.” “What’re you thinking about, Trap?”

“How…comfortable I am with you. I mean, we made a still together. You gave me one of your trunks. Hell, you even made Frank look even stupider than before!”

“Trap, if I didn’t know any better, I think you have a crush on me .”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”



Hawkeye put his arms around my neck and I put my hands on his waist.


“If I asked you to kiss me, would ya do it, Hawk?”

“Wherever you want me to.”



“Kiss me.”


Hawkeye pulled away just enough for him to kiss me. It wasn’t a quick peck, or a total make out session. It was… slow, passionate, and soft. Perfect, even. I didn’t want him to pull away, and I could tell that he didn’t want to.


Once he did pull away, it was for air. I put his head on my chest, and stroked his hair.




“I like you.”

“I like you too, Hawkeye.”

“Can we do this everyday?”

“Of course we can.”




“I asked the goddess Venus for a lover.”

“Did she deliver?”

“She delivered alright. I think you’re the lover.”

“Me? Trap, I’m flattered, but aren’t you looking for someone better?”

“No. I asked for someone passionate, kind, charismatic, bright, energetic, and funny. I haven’t been kissed like that, laughed like that, or even smiled like that before. Hawkeye, you’re the lover.”

“I’m flattered, Trapper. But, do you think this is true?”

“I do. All of it. Hawkeye, I adore you.”

“I adore you too, Trapper. Can we kiss again? I just want to make sure that you’re the right one.”

“We can.”


We kissed once again, but longer this time.




“I have a confession to make.”

“Lay it on me.”

“I asked Venus for a lover too.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

“What did you ask her for?”

“I asked her for someone who’s optimistic, self-confident, charismatic, and can be a risk-taker. You helping me stand up to Frank was definitely a risk. Trapper, I think you’re my lover too.”

“In that case, would you like to go out on a date tonight? The moon’s supposed to be very bright and the sky should be filled with stars. We don’t have to do anything else.”

“I’d love to. I’ll bring us a blanket.”

“I’ve got the drinks.”

“Trapper, we have nothing in the still.”

“Who said we have to use the still?”

“Then what are we going to use?”


I stole a bottle of champagne from Frank’s side and put it in a basket with a couple of glasses.


“How’s that?”

“Perfect! Say, night’s about to fall. Wanna get ready?”

“Absolutely. By the time we’re done, the moon will be out.”


We parted ways and got our supplies together. Once we were done, we put everything in our basket, and we got to our destination, Lover’s Leap.  It over looked this lake and you could see the entire night sky from where you were sitting. I helped Hawkeye put down the blanket, and he helped me set up the glasses. I opened the bottle, and poured us our drinks.


“What shall we toast to, Trapper?”

“To a new romance and a new chapter together.”

“I’ll drink to that.”


We shared a toast, and I noticed that Hawkeye had shivered.



“Trap, I can’t take your jacket.”

“You’re freezing. I insist.”

I couldn’t.”



I wrapped an arm around Hawkeye and pulled him closer to me.



“Can we stay here?”

“Until we’re needed? Of course.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”


We stayed at Lover’s Leap until Hawkeye started to get sleepy. I carried him and our stuff back to The Swamp. I was very thankful that Frank wasn’t there, as he would’ve woken Hawkeye up. I took off Hawkeye’s boots for him, and laid him on top of me in my cot. I hope we are truly lovers. I can’t dream of anyone else to have in my life than him. He’s perfect.