Father John Francis Mulcahy whistled. He whistled on sunny days, happy days, cheery days, and above all Sundays. Today was indeed, Sunday. What a glorious Sunday it was. Not that all Sundays weren't glorious; any day that brings worship and hymn to the world is. This Sunday was particularly glorious because the Korean townsfolk were coming to the camp for sermon and inoculations. Or, maybe it was inoculations then the sermon. Whichever way, it was a truly glorious Sunday.
Sensing the gloriousness of this occasion early on, the priest volunteered to organize the occasion. That was what he was doing this... glorious morning.
Over the past week John had come to many obstacles in preparing for this event. None of which were more challenging the task he was about to attempt: Waking up Hawkeye Pierce and Trapper McIntre.
Hawkeye and Trapper were surgeons and when under the pressures of life and death situations, stubborn people, such as themselves, go to unholy alleviants- gin. After many hours of surgery, they indulge. Yesterday had been a day of surgery.
The outfit's young company clerk had warned John of the repercussions of waking Hawkeye and Trapper the morning after a binge("Boots, martini glasses, socks... Captain McIntre's got a good arm...."). John assured him that he was up to the challenge.
"Hawkeye..." the Father called opening "the Swamp's" moldy door. "Oh, my..."
John spun around and began power walking to his side of the compound.
Did he just see what he'd though he'd seen? He couldn't have, could he?
The chaplain had walked in on people before. Many times at the 4077th.
And had met homosexuals before.
But he had never walked in on homosexuals engaging in... homosexuality.
John finally reached his tent. When he got inside he went straight for the Good Book.
Frantically, he flipped through the thin pages. "Where is it? Where is it?" He was looking for Sodom and Gomorrah.
Just as the page fell open, John's mind went back to the scene of bombardment. They looked so... no he couldn't. Homosexuality is wrong, period. It's a wicked, wicked thing. But they looked so happy peaceful. Something that made people as happy as they looked couldn't be wrong? Could it?