Light of the World. A Sermon of Father Mulcahy. Next Sunday in the Officer's Club. Enlisted Welcome.

"Hmmmmm.... There."

John tucked the hammer into his pocket and trotted off towards the Officer's Club. There seemed to be a celebration going on for Hawkeye and Trapper and although it was at another's expense John was looking forward to it.

Hawkeye and Trapper threw some of the most amazing parties, complete with music, dancing, spirits, and nurses. He could not partake in the nurses' part of the evening, due to the "Father" part of his name, he did, however, take much joy in the music.

"Hawkeye?" John yelled, over the noise.

"Father, glad you could make it!" Hawkeye yelled back.

"Uh, where's Trapper?"

The young man's eyes scanned the room. "Getting more gin."

"Oh... I... "

"Can you excuse me?" Hawkeye pushed his glass in towards John's midsection and headed in the direction of an anonymous nurse.

The chaplain walked to the juke box. He fed the machine it's due and selected Ain't That A Kick in the Head by Dean Martin.

*How lucky can one guy be?

I kissed her and she kissed me

Like the fella once said,

"Ain't that a kick in the head?"*

John leaned up against the music maker nad began to keep the beat of the song by tapping his foot. In his relaxed state, he did what seemed to be the most natural thing to do- drink what was given to him.

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John might have opened his eyes-- it was too dark to tell. If he did he couldn't find his glasses.

"Where- " he stopped himself before inflicting any more pain upon himself. His hand went out to grab the nearest object. Shelves, he must be in the Supply Tent.

If John's eyes were open, they were open pretty wide right now. The 4077's Supply Tent was synonymous for... it was somewhat of a trysting place.

*Did I...?* he thought.

No, definetly not! At least, he hoped so.

The captain put one hand to his head and called out, "Is anyone in here?"

No answer.

That was good. Or was it? They could've fleed after they realized who he was. Drats! How would he find out? John couldn't walked around camp asking nurses!

That's it, he could ask somebody! Out of the many people at the party somebody had to see him leave! First, he would ask Hawkeye. Hawkeye knew everything about the... romantics of the camp!

Getting to Hawkeye was a different situation. John grabbed to the shelfing at his left and pulled himself up. Too soon. He almost collapsed into the wheelchair behind him.

Slowly but surely, John made it to the door. He exhaled and headed out. Maybe it was the fresh air, but he sure was falling down a lot more, outside.

Finally, he was close enough to see Hawkeye (he lost his glasses, remember?). Hawkeye was talking with Major Houlihan about 15 yards from the Swamp. John rushed over to him.

"Hawkeye!"

He turned. "Sorry, Padre. I'm a little busy. What do you need?"

Just as John was about to ask him, Klinger, Radar, and Henry Blake rushed over all yelling for Hawkeye. This was going to be a long night.