Title: Another
Author: MelWil
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
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Another chopper, another rush from untidy tents, another scrub in.

“I had food on my plate.”

“I was in the shower.”

“I had a nurse in my tent.”

“At this time of the day?”

“No time like the presently interrupted.”

Another boy, another body, another gaping wound, different from all the others.

“Have you seen this before?”

“A thousand new ways to destroy the human body. Isn’t it great what this war has given us?”

“Just hold on, just a little longer, only a little more.”

Another nurse, more instruments, another thirty hour stretch where sleep and food are unknown quantities.

"A sandwich, doctor.”

“Another sandwich?”

“Sorry doctor.”

“You think they’d have the decency to find bread that was baked after 1945.”

“They say there’s more casualties heading our way.”

Another drink, another nap, another meal without food.

“What is more important in the sustaining of life: sleep, food or alcohol?”

“Well we don’t have any food here, so that narrows the field.”

“And Frank is sleeping, so . . .”

“In the Swamp.”

“Yeah, Margaret kicked him out again.”

“Well, alcohol it is, then. Lead on . . .”

Another day when the air is so cold that you wonder if you’ll still have your toes when the sun goes down.

“One blanket. Only one blanket. They treat murderers in Alcatraz better than this.”

“I’m wearing every pair of socks I own.”

“So it was you who stole the sock from the still.”

“Guilty as charged.”

Another round of the post-op, when you wonder what plans you can devise to have this bunch of kids sent home.

“Insanity?”

“Only if they enlisted.”

“Pregnancy?”

“Hasn’t worked real well so far.”

“Under age?”

“Gotta love an old favourite.”

Another drink, another joke, another record on the portable player.

“I’m going to scream if I hear this again.”

“’Happy Days are Here Again’ . . . It’s a classic Beej.”

“I mentioned screaming, didn’t I?”

Another night, another party, another sleep on a bed where even the blankets are cold.

“I can’t sleep Hawk.”

“Have another drink.”

“I think I’m pickled.”

“Then set yourself on fire.”

“Well that’s one way to keep warm.”

Another announcement of peace talks, another announcement of fighting.

“We’ll never get out of here.”

“Maybe we should send Klinger to the peace talks this time. See if laughter can heal the rift.”

“Maybe he can convince them that we all need a Section Eight.”

“Or maybe they’ll all need a Section Eight. The sight of Klinger in his Judy Garland outfit should help that along.”

“This war is crazy.”

Another chopper . . .