(Radar's POV)
After the guards came in, they managed to finally pull Major Burn's off. I didn't know whether or not Hawkeye was breathing and for a second I thought he was dead.
"STRETCHER!" Trapper yelled out. Klinger and one of the guards raced towards the Post-Op to get one, and returning back they lifted Hawkeye's body onto it.
I saw that Major Burns was slinking away, and the other guard grabbed him.
"Colonel Blake, sir, what should we do with Major Burns?" the guard asked as he dragged him over towards Colonel Blake's desk.
The Colonel was too busy trying to help Trapper with Hawk, and he angrily replied "Confine him to his quarters, no wait, confine him to the V.I.P tent, you and Private Jenkins keep guard on him until I speak to him. Got it?" The guard nodded and he dragged the Major away.
After Klinger and the guard got Hawk on the stretcher I decided to follow, but a hand grabbed my arm.
Turning around, I saw that Stan was holding me back. I was annoyed, partly because he grabbed me hard, and also that this whole situation would never had happen if he didn't lose his temper and messed up Major Burns stuff.
"Hey, let go!" I yelled, yanking arm from his grip "Why are you me holding for?"
Stan let go and looked at me. From the expression on his I face, I could see that he was surprised by the way I reacted, and he took a step back in defense.
"Hey, sorry kid, I didn't mean to grab you like that, what's with the yelling?"
"What's with the yelling?" I replied with an angry tone "You're the reason why I'm yelling, Stan"
"Me?" he asked
"Yes, you" I answered. "If you didn't blow your top off in the Swamp, Hawkeye wouldn't have been blamed and hurt by major Burns!"
"Hey that's not fair, dammit! I couldn't help it, you of all people should know how it feels to be frustrated!" he yelled back angrily and stormed out.
I sighed, and suddenly I felt bad; it's true I DO know how it feels, but still..
My thoughts were disrupted by Trapper and Klinger running past with Hawk.
"Bag him! He needs oxygen!" I heard Trapper yell out as they reached the ward. He was breathing, but not as well. Major Burns made a mess of his neck and they had to bandage it up tight.
After a few hours Hawkeye woke up.
I was pacing around the ward waiting when I heard him stir and Major Houlihan and Trapper sat by his bedside.
They were talking quietly, but I wasn't really listening. I still fuming about Stan, he acts like he was the only one murdered around here, and what he did to Major Burns stuff was O.K-not that I'm sticking up for the major, after all he was the one who came up with the plan to murder me, the one who sent Danny to take my life away..I was only 18, I had so much to live for, so much I haven't experienced yet and now I'll never get to do any of the things that everyone gets to do; like get married, have children, grow old...
At that stage I was angry; it wasn't fair that they get to live happily. They took my life, and I wanted it back.....
"DAMN YOU DANNY MCSHANE!" I yelled and swung my hand out aiming it at the mug filled with pencils, expecting it to pass through, but it didn't and it smashed on the floor.
"Holy Cow!!" I jumped back in surprise.
"I did it...I actually did it!" I tried it again, and I aimed for the stack of papers on the desk, but this time my hand passed right through.
"I don't understand..I knocked the mug over, and that's heavier than a pile of papers..why didn't it work?" I was really disappointed.
Just then Trapper got up and left and I assumed he was going back to the Swamp.
'Maybe Stan's there, if he'll ever talk to me again he might be able to tell me what happened'
I followed Trapper back to his bunk.
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Walking in, I saw Stan sitting on Major Burn's cot, which Trapper put it up- right since it blocked his path towards his own side.
Trapper was exhausted from the day's excitement and he lay back on his cot, closing his eyes. Ever since my death, Colonel Blake's breakdown and Hawkeye's injuries, he and Major Houlihan have been the ones running the hospital.
Turning my attention away from Captain McIntyre I slowly made my way towards Stan. Even standing meters away I could feel the sadness and anger that radiated from him. He had his back towards me and he didn't say a word.
I silently stood behind him not knowing what to say.
Finally I said "I smashed a mug in the Post-Op before....but I couldn't push a pile of papers off .."
More silence.
"Stan, I'm sorry that I yelled at you earlier. It really wasn't your fault, Major Burns would've snapped like that in public sooner or later anyway.."
I waited for a reply, but I was met with silence again.
"Okay Stan, I understand if you don't wanna talk to me or be my friend anymore. Just remember though, its gonna be a pretty lonely existence until who-knows-when if you don't"
I walked towards the Swamp door, but he spoke up.
"Was anybody around when you preformed this small miracle, Radar?"
Smiling I turned around and said "Yeap, Major Houlihan, Trapper and Hawkeye!"
Stan smiled back "Congrats, kid. Welcome to the world of haunting"
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Both me and Stan must've spent hours and hours trying to move objects, but it didn't do no good, none of them moved.
"C'mon Radar, try it again. A martini glass is much lighter than a mug, concentrate"
Scrunching my eyes and focusing my mind towards the direct target, I tried to push it across the table.
"It's no use, Stan" I said collapsing on the floor "It's just like the last time I tried moving that martini glass, it won't budge"
I was expecting him to get angry again, but he nodded.
"It's okay Radar; we've just got to think of a different way to get you motivated.
He sat and thought about it for a moment. In the background I could hear Trapper snoring away and mumbling something in his sleep
"Oh Margaret...Margaret..why Frank?"
Stan burst out laughing and so did I.
"Hey kid, do you reckon Trapper has a bit of a thing for ol' Hot-Lips?" he laughed some more.
"Hot-Lips? How'd you know her nickname?"
"Same way I knew yours; from the people around the camp, don't forget I've been around here for a long time. I've seen things during the night that would make you blush scarlet" He chuckled.
I pictured Hawkeye and the poor nurses he's harassed. Nurse Able seemed to be his favorite and sometimes late at night when I would be typing out the weekly reports he could come and ask me for the keys for the Supply Tent.
"So, uh, we should continue...." I said quickly changing the subject before he started to ask embarrassing questions..if you know what I mean.
Suddenly I looked up feeling something strange. Stan noticed me and he looked as well.
"What is it kid?" he asked feeling a little nervous. He knows about my ability and he shifted uncomfortably on the cot.
"I don't know" I replied "I just got a feeling..."
"A feeling, what kind of feeling?" he asked now concerned "More choppers?"
"No, not choppers...It's like something sad just happened, it feels like a small piece of me just died.."
I felt a sudden urge to go to Colonel Blake's office, I don't know why but something didn't seem right.
"Where are you going, Radar?" Stan asked following me out of the Swamp.
"Colonel Blake's office, something doesn't seem right"
As I walked closer towards the office, the sad feeling got stronger and stronger. Stan wasn't that far behind.
Just before I reached the door, it opened and Danny McShane quickly walked through me.
"What the heck is he doing..." I was cut off when Colonel Blake ran past me, after Danny but he gave up after a few meters.
"Radar I need you to call the guar....." He stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.
"Colonel Blake, you can see me?!" I yelled out in surprise. But he didn't respond, instead he screamed and ran away.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
*Instead of having each chapter either being Radar's point of view or narrated, I've decided to try and fit the both in the same chapters so that I can finish the story sooner*
(Radar's POV)
"COLONEL BLAKE, WAIT!" I screamed out as I ran after him, I couldn't believe that he saw me, and I wondered why he stumbled around unable to keep his balance.
'Must be drunk' I thought chasing after him. The Colonel ran past the tents until he reached the Swamp, he ran up to the door and tried to open it.
"Huh?!" he yelped out in a state of confusion and fright as he fell through, landing on the tent floor.
I stopped still in my tracks, a coldness washed over my shaking body as a frightening thought ran through my mind.
'Nooooo...It can't be, wait a minute......'
I turned around and bolted to Colonel Blake's office. Klinger was fast asleep in my old cot, snoring away loudly and Stan stood at the double doors shaking his head sadly.
"Kid, I'm so sorry...."
I pushed past him and walked in seeing Colonel Blake slumped over on his desk. As I approached closer, I saw the syringe in his hand and the empty Morphine bottle. I knew that Danny McShane had done this. It was another "Suicide".
"Noooo....NOOOO!" I screamed out slamming my fist hard down on the desk, rattling the lamp and the doll with the two broken arms. At that point I didn't care about the fact that I managed to, again, make physical contact with the world of the living.
I barged my way through the doors, bumping into Stan. Klinger stirred in his sleep, but he didn't wake up.
I was too numb with anger to be sad about Colonel Blake at that moment. I've seen so much death around this camp and Korea since I've been in this place, to be sad anymore.
"Radar where are you going?!" Stan yelled out as he followed me into the compound.
"Just a little early morning visit, Danny could REALLY use the company!" I yelled back lividly.
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FRIDAY AUGUST 8TH 06:03 HOURS
Klinger bolted towards the Swamp where he knew Trapper John would be sleeping. It was still raining heavily as he ran through the mud. The dark grey Korean sky seemed to loom over the depressing looking MASH camp, making it feel even smaller.
The Corporal burst the through the door cold, wet and shaking with fright. He waded through the mess on the floor, almost tripping over Major Burn's footlocker.
Trapper was half hanging off his bed talking in his sleep.
"Captain McIntyre! Captain McIntyre!" Klinger whispered loudly in a panic.
"Go away Klinger, before I give you a nose job with my fists.." Trapper mumbled annoyed, covering his head with the lumpy pillow.
"Sir, you have to come NOW, it's Colonel Blake, I think he killed himself!"
"DAMMIT Klinger, I said go awa....WHAT?!" He bolted up tossing the pillow on the floor.
"What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean he's dead?!" Trapper got up and quickly pulled on his yellow robe and boots.
"I-I came in his office a-a few minutes ago and he had a syringe in his hand and an empty vial of m- morphine on his desk. I checked for a pulse, but he didn't have one" Klinger stammered as he and Trapper raced over.
Entering the office they had to step around the empty cans and bottles that lay strewn all over the floor.
"Draw the shades!" Trapper ordered. Klinger did as he was told and turned on the light, as it was still too dark to see.
The Captain gently picked up Henrys right wrist and felt around for a pulse. Unable to detect one he tried the Colonels neck, but nothing was there either. Slowly he lowered Henry's arm, shaking.
Seeing the Morphine vial, a surge of anger and sadness ran through him, and he threw tiny bottle onto the floor.
"GOD DAMMIT!" he yelled out, as he started to smash every liquor bottle and kicking the empty cans. Klinger, afraid that the Captain was going to hurt himself ran out to get Major Houlihan.
As Margaret and Klinger returned they saw Trapper sitting in one corner holding his left hand tight. Blood trickled slightly from the cut that he got during his rampage and tears of stress and exhaustion ran down his face.
Margaret ignored Henry as she walked pass him, knowing he was dead after Klinger told her what had happened. She managed to suppress the sadness that welled inside long enough to comfort the distressed Captain, who she now considered a friend.
"Corporal, please wait outside and lock those doors, both Post-Op and your office" Margaret instructed. Klinger sadly complied.
She knelt down next to Trapper and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Nothing was said for a couple of minutes as the Major pulled out her handkerchief wiping the tears away.
Finally he spoke up.
"First Radar and now Henry" he paused gripping his hand tighter "I can't take it anymore the stress of this place is getting to me. I've lost two friends in less than a week, and almost a third the other day.."
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(Radar's POV)
Stan caught up and held me back.
"Let go Stan, Danny's gonna get it this time!" I pulled out of his grip, but Stan was persistent.
"Radar, we'll get Danny later, right now Colonel Blake is sitting in the Swamp scared out of his mind. C'mon lets go."
Reluctantly I agreed.
"Lord, I really hate McShane" I said to Stan as we approached the Swamp door, inside I could hear Colonel Blake rambling
"Danny told me that killing me was revenge against Hawkeye and Trapper, but I swear killing Colonel Blake is revenge against me"
Stan looked at me with sympathy, but I didn't want it, what I really wanted was for everything to go back to normal, just like it was before I died. Sensing my pain Stan nodded his head and led me through.
"Stay back, stay back!" Colonel Blake screamed seeing me and Stan merging through the canvas walls.
"No, Colonel, its okay it's just me Radar" I tried to say calmly, but my voice quivered.
"B-but y-your d-dead, I saw your body, the gun, the blood, the wound....." He trailed off when he saw me cringing.
I walked towards him, but he took a step back.
"Sir, I'm a ghost, and so are you. Private Danny McShane killed me; he said it was revenge against Hawkeye and Trapper after they found out about the scheme that he and Dr. Pak were apart of to make money.
The Colonel looked confused "Dr. Pak? Mcshane? Where have I heard those names before? I don't remember anything...." He looked at me for a moment and then as if something clicked, his _expression turned sad as the memories flashed back.
Both me and Stan spent the rest of the morning explaining what had happened over the last few days and events that took place, and what Danny and Major Burns were planning to do.
It must've been just before dawn when the three of us fell silent, until finally Colonel Blake spoke up.
"In spite of what happened to us it's good to see you son, I just wish it were under different circumstances" He walked over and hugged me.
"It's good to see you too sir" I replied hugging him tight. For the first time in a week I felt a sense of peace, but it didn't last long
Danny McShane is still gonna pay, and I'm gonna make him suffer.
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
FRIDAY AUGUST 8TH 1951, 19:36 HOURS
"Murdered? Are you sure?!" Major Houlihan exclaimed with surprise to Captain McIntyre.
It was early in the evening. Margaret, Trapper and Hawkeye were gathered in the O.R examining the body of Henry Blake. Hawkeye was told about an hour after Klinger's sad discovery, and as upset as he was, he never shed a tear. He was numb, like, his other two friends to do so.
The Major and two Captains weren't planning on informing the rest of the camp about their C.O's death until they actually knew the direct cause of it. Trapper had been suspicious about the circumstances leading to Henry's death.
"Yes...murdered" Trapper replied solemnly glancing into Margaret's icy blue eyes. He could see the fear and concern that matched his.
"How can you be sure? We haven't got the blood test results back yet, and what other evidence do you have to confirm that he was?"
Pulling the sheet back, Trapper exposed the body underneath. Margaret cringed seeing the Colonel in such a state.
"Look" Trapper said getting down close to Henry's right leg. He picked up a pair of long tweezers and carefully pulled out a small, thin piece of metal that was lodged into the Colonel's thigh.
"What is it" Margaret asked also getting close
"It's the tip of a broken needle." Trapper reached over to the tray and picked up the syringe that they found near Henry and held up the broken tip.
"The tip was broken off when it was jabbed in and, rather hard too I might add." He dropped the tip and needle back into the tray.
"I know that, but what makes you think that it was murder? You saw the bottles and cans in his office, he was obviously very drunk, he's been like that for almost a week, and depressed too" the Major said with skepticism.
"Margaret, you've seen Henry when he was drunk"
The Major rolled her eyes.
"Yes I have. What a display of leadership" she replied with annoyance, fighting back the embarrassing memories of Henry stumbling around his office holding his bottle of booze.
"Well, don't you find it odd that a man, who can hardly walk when he's tanked up, would be able lift the keys off Klinger during the night without waking him and access the LOCKED supply tent?"
Margaret looked thoughtfully at him for a moment.
"He could've easily got it from the supply cupboard in the Post-Op..."
"Impossible" Trapper cut her off "I asked the nurse's if they were short any vials"
"Well?" Margaret asked
"They counted them all, and nothing was missing, and besides, there was at least one nurse on duty and she didn't leave the Post-Op until her shift was up with another nurse present, and they didn't see him hanging around."
Trapper paused and turned his attention away from her, instead he directed it towards Henry's left hand.
Walking around the table to the Colonel's left side, he pulled on a fresh pair gloves and gently picked up it up.
Margaret frowned. "What is it?" she asked curiously
He lifted the hand to his face; examining it closely. "Its mud" he replied "It looks like a shape of a boot print"
This time Margaret was confused "A boot print? What's a muddy boot print doing on his hand?"
"I don't know" he answered "But the one thing I can tell you though, is that three of his fingers are fractured" He switched on the light box showing the x-ray of the fractures.
"Someone stood on his hand to stop him from going somewhere, and it worked."
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An uncomfortable silence hung in the air until Hawkeye suddenly burst through the doors using his crutches. The Captain and Major jumped, startled by the loud noise.
"The results just came back from Seoul" he announced holding up the manila folder. He paused when seeing Henry, but he just swallowed, trying to ignore his deceased friend.
Trapper and Margaret gathered around as all three read the report.
"Oh god" Margaret mumbled seeing the amount of Morphine that was present in the Colonel's blood. Hawkeye and Trapper nodded with agreement. "Look at that, that's enough to kill an elephant"
Again silence. Sudden silence wasn't an uncommon thing to happen now these days.
Breaking the uncomfortable atmosphere Trapper stepped back from the group and reached over to the tray with the evidence inside.
"I pulled this out of Henry's thigh"
Hawkeye looked.
"So you are confirming that's what killed him?"
Trapper nodded "yeah, but not by his own hand"
Hawkeye narrowed his eyebrows "Are you sure, what makes you think that?"
Trapper explained his findings and personal opinions, pausing waiting for his friend to protest.
"If you ask me" Hawkeye spoke up "Not only was Henry murdered, but I reckon Radar was too."
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RADAR'S P.O.V
For most of the day me and Stan helped Colonel Blake cope with being a ghost. He could stand still without wobbling too much, but he still had trouble walking straight.
I hadn't seen much of Danny since last night, and in a way it kinda troubled me. He managed to get away with murder the first time, but he was pushing it with the second.
Later that evening we followed Hawkeye, Trapper and Major Houlihan into the O.R, where they went to perform an examination on the Colonel. We watched as they talked quietly amongst themselves and when they pulled the sheet off exposing the body underneath; only Stan remained behind.
Me and Colonel Blake walked to my old office, getting far away from the O.R as possible. As we stepped in we saw Klinger trying to sort out some of the files that somehow got mixed up.
"Stupid daily reports" he muttered as he separated the copies from the weekly reports "I'll file them under 'D' as daily" he mused, and he slammed the file draw shut.
"Oh no Klinger!" I said angrily as I watched him mess up my filing system "One goes in the Out basket, the other one in the In basket, and the third gets filed!"
"No point yelling son" The colonel said as he put his hand gently on my shoulder "You're not the company clerk anymore"
My stomach sank. Stan had told me the same thing heaps of times, but when it came from the colonel's mouth, the reality of it set in.
"I know" I replied sadly, watching Klinger as he dropped a large pile of papers on the floor, mixing up all my hard work.
Suddenly Stan came bursting in.
"Hey kid!" he yelled out, running through Klinger. Klinger shivered as his breath hung in the air.
"What's up Stan?" I asked curiously seeing the fear in his eyes.
Catching his breath he paused.
"Come on soldier, speak up" Colonel Blake urged him impatiently. "Yeah" I replied.
Stan looked at us seriously "They figured out that you and Colonel Blake were murdered"
I smiled in relief. "That's great!" I jumped up and down with excitement.
"No, it ain't kid" Stan said as he stared over at Klinger.
"Why not?" The Colonel asked.
Stan continued to stare,"Because they think Klinger did it"
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
"What do you mean you think Radar was murdered too?" Trapper asked with surprise looking at Margaret waiting for her reaction.
He didn't have to wait long.
"Pierce, what the hell are you talking about?" she asked more angry than curious.
The thought that somebody killed someone as defenseless as Radar angered her. Sure, she never really made the effort to be nice to the kid, but she actually liked him. When he was drafted to serve at this unit she was astonished at the sheer innocence that this, in Hawkeye's terms "child", had. Of course Margaret never really conveyed her true feelings about how disturbed she felt about a draft board sending someone as young as Radar, and others, over to this hell-on-earth; it just wasn't in her nature to do so.
Hawkeye looked at them with his antique blue eyes. He kind of wished he didn't say anything even though they were his friends; and yes, he considered Margaret his friend, but they were just as upset about how his two deceased friends had expired, but it wasn't like Hawkeye to keep a thought as important as this a secret for very long.
Looking around making sure that the walls didn't have ears, he motioned for the Major and Captain to follow him across the O.R. He lifted himself painfully onto a gurney table. Trapper and Margaret sat on the one opposite from him.
He sighed as he heard the rain falling softly on the ground outside. For the last two days it hadn't done anything but rain. It sounded like sizzling steaks, and the thought of real food made him hungry, he hadn't eaten a steak in nearly a year.
"IthinkKlingerdidit" He blurted out suddenly, he didn't mean to say like that, but he wasn't too sure of the reaction that would've came from the people that sat across him.
Trapper burst out laughing, not meaning to. Margaret glared at him when he did. He hadn't slept very well in that last week; the stress and worry about the unit showed when black circles started to feature under his eyes.
"Klinger? C'mon Hawk, you've gotta be joking" He replied after he stopped giggling "you think Klinger killed Henry and Radar?"
"Yes I do" Hawkeye answered, briefly annoyed that his friend found it so funny.
"O.K sure, Klinger was always pulling stunts and acting nuts to get his name on a sheet of crazy papers, but killing isn't his style. He liked Henry, and Radar was like his kid brother."
Hawkeye shook his head disagreeing "No think about it, he was the first one to discover the bodies.."
"So? That's just bad luck and bad timing." Margaret said cutting him off.
"Maybe" Hawkeye added quickly "But he had easy access to the cupboards and the supplies, he was the only one with a set of keys, unless Henry's pretty quiet lifting keys when he's blind drunk, I can't see how he could've got them"
Margaret and Trapper looked at each other unsure whether Hawkeye could be on to something, he had a good point about Henry, but it didn't explain Radar's death.
"O.K, maybe Henry's death is a little suspicious, but what about Radar?" Margaret asked after a moment of thought "It was a clear case of suicide, there was a note written in his handwriting, he was in charge of the gun bin so when we were at the movie that night he could've easily snuck in and take one of the guns out"
"Oh c'mon Margaret, did Radar seem like the type to go steal a gun and blast his brains out for no reason?" Hawkeye started raising his voice.
Margaret cringed when he said 'blast his brains out' she felt a wave of nausea come over her thinking about the moment she saw him on the office floor.
"The kid wouldn't hurt a fly, hell he even kept them as pets" Hawkeye continued "He got his new Superman comic book that morning and was saving it for later to read"
The room fell silent again. Hawkeye was right; it was totally out of character for someone like Radar to do such a drastic thing. He may have disliked certain aspects about his job, and sure people made fun of his height and love life-or lack there of, but he knew they didn't mean it, and it certainly wasn't that unbearable that he felt the only way out was by a small piece of lead through the ol' brain box.
Breaking the deafening silence, Hawkeye reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a creased piece of paper, handing it to Trapper and Margaret.
"I got someone in Seoul to run the serial number on the gun when you guys were in O.R yesterday and look what came up"
Trapper opened the paper and read out Hawkeye's scribbled writing.
"Lockhart, Stanley, Corporal, serial number US14389550, born April 17th 1923, died April 16th 1951. He was brought to the 4077th by ambulance, but he died of the wounds he sustained out in the field" Trapper looked up confused "I don't get it" he said. "That was nearly six months ago; why would Radar take a gun then and kill himself now all these months later?"
"Precisely" Hawkeye answered "Besides, it would be impossible for Radar to even have that gun then anyway"
"Why?" Margaret asked, beginning to believe that Hawkeye may be right.
"Because Radar was in Seoul on R&R the week that Corporal Lockhart died; and guess who handled the key to the gun bin?"
"Let me guess" Trapper said as he shifted forward on the gurney "Klinger, right?"
"Yes, Klinger" The black haired surgeon answered firmly.
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The three sat and thought about the unsettling facts that blared off the paper. Outside the weather seemed to take a turn for the worse, and it started to pelt down heavily hitting the windows.
"Do you guys believe me now?" Hawkeye asked trying to ignore the storm brewing outside. The Captain and Major nodded in agreement. "Good" he answered in sheer relief. "To prove that it wasn't a suicide, I need the examination report on Radar"
Trapper and Margaret looked at each other for a moment.
"Uh....we didn't do an examination Hawk"
"What do you mean you didn't do an examination?!" Hawkeye asked lividly "You didn't check for powder burns, or the angle of the bullet wound?"
"Hey, don't you think I wanted to? We asked Henry, but all we got was an ear full of yelling"
"Aww c'mon Trapp, since when had we ever listened when Henry gave an order? Radar commits "suicide" out of the blue, and you didn't think twice about maybe taking a quick look anyway?" Hawkeye shook his head in disbelief.
"Hey, that's not fair dammit! Radar was my friend too, you try standing there stitching up that gaping head wound with his blood dripping on your shoes and see how straight you'd be thinking!" Trapper slid off the table and started walking away. But Hawkeye stopped him.
"Trapp, wait, I'm sorry, I had no right to judge you" He held out his hand "It's been a stressful time for all of us"
Instead of shaking his hand, Trapper gave him a quick hug. Margaret who was standing close by and being unusually quiet walked over and put her hand on Hawkeye's shoulder and the two captains drew her in as well.
A moment later Hawkeye stepped back.
"O.K, it may not be too late to get the physical proof"
Trapper was curious and he gave him a strange look.
"How are we gonna do that"
Hawkeye paused in thought.
"If it's not too late, we'll get Radar's body back here from Seoul; A.S.A.P."
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
"What, you mean ring the morgue and ask them to ship his body BACK here?" Trapper asked in total surprise.
Hawkeye was serious. He paced around the O.R in deep thought.
"Yeah, we'll ring them now," he answered, walking towards the direction of the office, but Margaret stopped him.
"Hawkeye we can't get him here, it'll be too late. He would've been sent back to Iowa by now, his family is probably expecting him" She paused to see if he'd changed his mind, but he still had that determined look. "Radar's been dead a week, as a doctor you should know what to expect after death if you know what I mean..." Margaret trailed off, hoping that he knew what she meant.
He did, but didn't care.
"Margaret, I'll never rest easy if I don't get to the bottom of this. If we can clear Klinger's name, then I want to do it before it's too late. The last thing I want is to send him to the stockade on murder charges, he'll get the wall."
Margaret and Trapper thought about it for the moment.
"O.K, but only to clear Klinger's name" The Major decided. She didn't like the idea of Klinger being executed.
Walking from the O.R, the two captains and Major made there way towards Klinger's office where he was mucking around with a pile of files that he spilt all over the floor.
As the three came in, he looked up red-faced from the frustration and annoyance. "Boy, I'll tell ya, I love how I inherited all this paperwork."
Hawkeye stopped and watched the Corporal gather his papers. Trying to reorganize them, he lifted the entire lot, but some escaped and fell to the floor again.
"Jeez, I hate this job!"
Snapping back to reality, Hawkeye acted as cool as can be.
"Klinger, I need you to make an urgent call to the morgue in Seoul"
The Corporal looked up with sadness thinking that they were done with Henry and now calling for them to pick him up.
"Uh, O.K sir, hang on" Klinger gave up on his current task and struggled with the headset and equipment. Finally cranking the phone and dialing the number, he reached a Lieutenant Miller.
"Ok Captain, Lieutenant Miller is on the line. If you need me, I'll be in the Mess tent having a cup of brown water."
"Uh, thanks Klinger" Hawkeye replied. Trapper and Margaret lent against the desk.
"Lieutenant, this is Captain Pierce from 4077th MASH we sent a Corporal Walter Eugene O'Reilly to you about six days ago, we were wondering if he's been sent stateside yet?"
The Lieutenant listened carefully. "Hang on sir, I'll have to check the files, we've had three O'Reilly's come through here in the last week, I know two have been sent back so I'll be just a moment." Miller dug around his papers, finding the list of men.
"I found it, let's see." He looked carefully down his clipboard. "O.K, I have a Thomas Daniel O'Reilly, he was shipped two days ago..." Miller looked further down. "Hey, I have two Corporal Walter Eugene O'Reilly's, what are the odds of that? Alright, one was sent last night, and the other is still here. He still hasn't been properly prepared yet; unfortunately business here has been good, so we're falling behind. If you read me the serial number I'll be able to tell you whether or not the one you want is still here."
"O.K wait a sec, we have to get the keys to access the files." Hawkeye covered the receiver. "Trapp, get Klinger fast we need Radar's serial number. "Trapper raced off and returned a moment later with the key. Opening the draw 'M, N and O', he Found Radar's file and handed it to his friend.
"O.K Lieutenant here it is; US56439216. Got it?"
"39216...yep he's here, you're lucky, I was gonna send him out tonight. He'll be at the 4077th in 2 hours"
"Thanks for your help Lieutenant" Hawkeye hung up and sighed." He'll be here in two hours."
Trapper was in deep thought as he went through the file. He held a small piece of paper in his hand, looking at it weird.
"Hey Hawk, check this out" Trapper held the paper up. "What is it?" Hawkeye asked taking it. It was Radar's suicide note. He cringed "I can't read it Trapp, not again
"I'm not asking you to read it, just look at it carefully and tell me if you notice anything strange?"
Hawkeye and Margaret did as he asked. A few moments later Margaret's eyes lit up.
"The paper, it's clean, not trace of blood on it!"
Hawkeye's eyes also lit up." Of course, if Radar supposedly wrote this note and placed it on his desk, then pulled the trigger, it should've been covered in blood, but it isn't. Someone must've put it there after he died. I can't believe that I didn't notice it before?!"
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Danny watched as the morgue wagon quietly pulled into the compound. Seeing Major Houlihan and Captains Pierce and McIntyre struggling to carry a heavy wooden coffin into the O.R., he looked at his watch, puzzled.
"It's almost ten at night, what the hell are they doing?" he muttered. Having a bad feeling, Danny decided to go off and investigate. He quietly snuck into the Pre-Op and peaked through the O.R windows. Inside he saw the Major and Captains carefully lift the lid off the coffin, and they stood back as the not-so-fresh air filled the room. Major Houlihan gagged for a few seconds, but she managed to regain her composure.
A gloved Trapper and Hawkeye reached into the box. "O.K on the count of three we lift" Trapper announced. Hawkeye nodded. "One..Two..Three!" Danny gasped seeing Radar and he tried to keep his cool.
Watching and listening carefully, he stood at the door as the pair conducted their examination.
"Look his hand Trapp, no powder burns."
"Oh yeah? Look at the entry wound" Trapper shoved the X-ray of Radar's skull on the light box.
"The direction of the wound doesn't seem right; it was as if the gun was pointed downwards, like someone held to his head. Your right Hawk, he was murdered. Should we go get our suspect and ask him about it?"
Hawkeye nodded angrily "Yeah, let's see what he has to say about this."
Danny panicked as he quickly slinked away into the dark night. He ran into his tent and sat on his bunk.
"Ok Danny-boy, they know" he said anxiously. Now is your only chance for revenge, even if it means being jailed or executed. They say you should go out with a bang, well let's try it and find out"
He reached down and pulled his dog tags from underneath his shirt. On the chain he kept the key for his footlocker. Unlocking the padlock and opening the lid, he pulled out a gun and loaded it. His other tent mates were at the Officers Club so he sat alone thinking about who he was going to do first.
Finally deciding, he made his way over to the V.I.P tent that Frank was being held at.
There were no guards in sight as he casually walked to the door and entered.
"Danny!" Frank nervously said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Hello Frank." He held the gun towards the Major. "Goodbye Frank." He calmly pulled the trigger.
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CHAPTER TWENTYSIX: The Beginning of the end, Part 1.
RADAR'S P.O.V
"Did you just say that they think Klinger murdered me and Radar?" Colonel Blake asked angrily, putting his hands on his hips.
When we were alive I knew that when he was angry about something he would rest his hands on his hips in an authorative manner. I've seen him do it a couple of times with Major Burns and even with me. Once I sent a lamb home to my folks because the whole camp wanted to roast him for dinner. I couldn't have let them do that, he had the sweetest face, so I sedated him and typed up a fake name. 'Private Charles Lamb'. I tricked Colonel Blake into signing the papers, and I sent him on his way to Iowa. Boy, I bet he would be big now, I wonder how he's doing?
Stan watched as Klinger started to gather the fallen papers. "I was watching the captains and the Major. Captain Pierce said that Klinger was the only one with the keys and that he had easy access to the supply tent"
"So!?" I yelled "It still doesn't mean that Klinger killed us!"
Stan shook his head. "No kid, it's just not that. They had an X-ray, blood test, and a muddy boot print. Trapper said that he asked all the nurse's if they were short on any vials, and they weren't. Also, because Colonel Blake was so drunk, they reckon he couldn't have taken the keys from Klinger during the night to access the Supply tent without waking him."
It was true though, I've seen the Colonel Drunk on many occasions, and he isn't exactly quiet. He usually bumps into stuff like tables and chairs, laughing away loudly; BUT I still didn't understand why they think poor Klinger had committed such awful crimes against his friends. What would he get out of it?
"Is that all they can come up with?" I asked in a slight, angry tone mixed with concern.
"No, that's not it." Stan replied, "The evidence of your murder is stacked even higher against him. Apparently, a few days ago Hawkeye ran the serial number on the gun used to murder you with someone in Seoul and my name came up as the owner. They had information about me, like when I died and what injuries I sustained; that sort of thing. When Ferret face and McShane killed me, you were on R&R, so that left Klinger to handle the keys to the gun bin; they think that he more or less took it with the intent of using it without being traced."
"Oh, gosh darn it." Colonel Blake said, now pacing the room. "What we gonna do? It's not like we can tell them that he isn't"
Just then Hawkeye, Trapper and Major Houlihan walked through the office doors. Klinger was still trying to pick up the files that he dropped earlier and Hawk, paused watching him for a second.
"I wonder what they're doing?" I asked as I walked up close to Trappers face. Colonel Blake shrugged his shoulders. I soon found out.
"Klinger, I need you to make an urgent call to the morgue in Seoul" Hawkeye requested. I looked at the Colonel and Stan with confusion.
"Maybe they're calling to have someone pick me up?" The Colonel reasoned. Klinger put the headset on and did the usual ritual when placing a call. I have to say, he was improving. Sure he drops the paperwork all the time, mixes up files and is late with the weekly report, but nobody is perfect; I remember when I started out at this unit. I was pretty bad compared to him, but now (or rather then) I eventually learned how to handle my duties well, and I grew to enjoy the job.
Klinger eventually got hold of a Sergeant in charge and he went off to the Mess tent to grab a cup of coffee. I didn't really pay any attention to what Hawkeye was saying until I heard my name. He wanted to bring my body back to the 4077th.
"What did he say?!" I jumped in surprise. "Did he just say that he wanted to bring my body back here?!"
"Now calm down son, I'm sure there's a reason why" Colonel Blake tried to reassure me.
"Yeah Radar, there's probably an explanation" Stan replied.
Hawkeye asked Trapper to run out to get the keys off Klinger and he returned, opening the locked personnel records, pulling out my file. My serial number was read out, and he nodded as he thanked the Sergeant. My body was gonna arrive in two hours.
The three of us waited in the O.R as Hawkeye, Trapper and Major Houlihan talked quietly amongst themselves. I wasn't interested in what they had to say, I was kinda angry that they accused Klinger of something that he didn't do, I mean, he would never hurt anyone. They found out that my "suicide" note was placed after I died, and that just added extra evidence against him.
Two hours passed slowly before the morgue wagon pulled up. They brought my body in and started to examine it. I couldn't watch and neither could Colonel Blake. We stood in silence outside watching the rain. It was pretty windy and the noise incredibly loud. A few minutes later I heard a gun shot in the distance.
"Did you guys hear that?"
"Hear what?" Stan asked.
"I didn't hear anything Radar, what was it?" Colonel Blake added seriously.
"It sounded like a gun shot." I stopped in thought for a moment, and looked at them with fear. I had a bad feeling about Major Burns and I raced off towards his tent.
"RADAR, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Stan yelled over the rain and wind as they followed me.
"TO MAJOR BURNS'S TENT, SOMETHINGS HAPPENED, I JUST KNOW IT!"
I ran through the compound as the rain fell harder and the wind blew furiously. Even though I couldn't feel it; I could see the trees bending over fighting against the rage. Nobody else in the entire camp had heard the blast from the gun; I wasn't surprised, the noise from the storm was incredible.
As I got close to the V.I.P tent, I noticed that the guards weren't anywhere to be seen. Finally I made it to the door and entered, and I was greeted with the gruesome sight, Major Burns was shot dead.
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Margaret stopped Hawkeye and Trapper as they made their way to Klinger's office, blocking the exit.
"Listen, it's almost midnight, can't we do this tomorrow Captains? It's been a long day"
The two captains looked at her and nodded. "Ok Margaret, we'll do it tomorrow; first thing." Hawkeye replied. "But I want to stay a little longer to examine the evidence more carefully." He turned to Trapper. "Are you with me Trapp?"
"Yeah, but just for another hour or so, then I want to hit the sack"
Hawkeye agreed. "Ok, another hour."
Margaret reluctantly allowed them. "All right, goodnight Captains" and she headed towards her tent.
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Danny calmly walked away from his latest murder. He pulled out his handkerchief, wiping the blood from his face and shirt, spreading the red mess.
"That was easy" He smiled to himself. "Now who's next?"
As he crossed the compound he saw Margaret run into her tent, shutting the door quickly behind her.
"Ah, the ever-so-lovely Major Houlihan, how I envied Frank."
He quickly dashed towards her tent, but stopped. "No, not yet, I'll finish her off later. If I'm lucky the two Captains will be together" He grinned from ear-to-ear. "Two for the price of one"
Once again he quietly slipped into the Pre-Op and looked through the O.R windows. Inside Pierce and McIntyre had there're backs to the door and Danny took the opportunity to walk in unnoticed.
"Hello, sirs" He held the gun towards them. "It's me, Danny"
They both turned around in surprise.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing with that gun kid? Trapper asked angrily.
Danny smirked happily. "Killing you, sir." He pulled the trigger and shot Trapper in the chest.
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CHAPTER TWENTYSEVEN: The Beginning Of The End, Part 2
RADAR'S P.O.V
"OH WOW, JEEZ!" I screamed, seeing Major Burns lying face down on the tent floor. The whole place was a mess. Just then Stan and Colonel Blake bumped into me from behind. Stan was shocked and confused at what he saw, and the Colonel just froze in his spot.
"What the hell happened?!" Stan yelled at the top of his lungs. He walked in and examined the murder scene that lay before him. He bent down and poked Major Burns. "Oh well, at least we don't have to worry about him anymore"
Colonel Blake, who had been standing in the far corner of the tent, finally woke up from his shocked moment of confusion.
"Where the hell are the guards? They should have been watching the place!"
"I don't know, sir?" I replied as I poked my head out through the canvas walls. All I saw was more rain and lightening. "Maybe the storm got too much for them? It's blowing frenzy out there"
"Well why didn't they just come in here then?" The Colonel added.
"Would you want to be stuck in a small confined area with Major Burns?" Stan asked. Colonel Blake thought it over. "Yeah, your right Corporal, I hate just spending 2 minutes with the man let alone 8 hours. Hey, speaking of which, if he's dead, and we're here, shouldn't he have been a ghost or spirit or whatever the hell we are?"
"Uh oh, I don't like this, I don't like this at all" I spoke up, looking around at the surroundings. "Where is he? And more importantly, who killed him?"
Suddenly the tent went silent. Stan paced back and forth nervously and Colonel Blake chewed his nails. "Boy, I could really go for a drink right now." No one answered him. Instead I heard another gun shot.
"Did you guys hear that?!"
"What is it Radar, another gun shot?" Stan asked.
I nodded in fright, and Colonel Blake looked panicked. "DANNY!" we all screamed at the same time.
"He must've blown his cork and went out on a killing spree. He's gonna kill anybody and anything that crosses his path. We have to stop him..." Stan didn't even finish his sentence before I ran out the door. My heart and head pounded hard, knowing who he went after next. The others followed close behind me and I paused holding my breath before I walked through the O.R doors, I had a bad feeling that I wasn't gonna like what I saw, and I was right, Danny shot Trapper.
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FRIDAY AUGUST 8TH 1951, 23:51 HOURS
The noise from the gun shot left a ringing sound in everyone's ears.
"NOOO!" Hawkeye screamed as Trapper went limp in his arms. "C'mon Trapp, stay with me, stay with me!" They both collapsed on the floor hard. Danny laughed hysterically. He lent against a gurney table, enjoying the angst that lay before him.
Trapper was barley conscious, but he could still hear and see his friend.
"Trapper, please don't die, you and Margaret are the only friends I have left, we've been through thick and thin, nurse through nurse, please don't die on me now" Hawkeye took his jacket off and covered the bleeding wound as best he could, but It bled profusely and the jacket was soaked in a matter of seconds.
Trapper smiled peacefully. "It doesn't even hurt anymore Hawk, it doesn't even hurt." He coughed as he started choking on his own blood. Hawkeye wiped it away from Trapper's lips with the palm of his hand. "Thanks for being you, Hawk, I don't think I could've tolerated this place for as long as I did if it weren't for you. Do me a favor will ya?"
"What?" Hawkeye asked fearing the end was near.
"T-tell, m-my, w-wife, a-and, g-girls, t-that, I-I, l-love, t-them" Trapper stammered unable to speak as he trembled, feeling cold.
"No, you're gonna tell them yourself, just stay with us for a little while longer." Hawkeye pleaded. He removed the blood soaked jacket and held his hands over the wound. "C'mon, just a little longer, I'll even make you one of my extra dry martinis if you do."
Trapper smiled again, "I never liked your martinis Hawk, you could never get 'em dry enough for me"
Hawkeye pressed down harder on the wound as the blood started seeping through his fingers. "We'll take the still to a desert, it's plenty dry there." He could feel Trappers chest slowly rising up and down, shuddering as he breathed out. "Then we'll grab ourselves a nurse each and take one of Klinger's camels."
"Maybe next time Hawk, maybe next time.." Trappers shallow breathes finally stopped.
"Trapper...? Trapper...?" He shook his friends shoulder, not getting a response. "No, please Trapp, no." He hung his head, and started to cry. "I promised you I'd make a dry martini, why couldn't you have stuck around to prove me wrong?"
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"NOOO!" Both me and Hawkeye screamed at the same time. I ran up to Danny and took a swipe at him, but as always my fist went right through his head, but I kept doing it anyway.
"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!" I screamed over and over "NOT TRAPPER!"
Danny laughed hysterically as Hawkeye cradled Trapper in his arms. He got shot in the chest and I could hear him gurgling as he started drowning in his own blood.
Hawk tried to stop the wound from bleeding, but it wouldn't stop. He pleaded for him to live, but poor Trapp couldn't hang on any longer, and he died.
Colonel Blake and Stan stood shocked at what they just saw.
I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. "You gotta do something Stan, please anything, make him stop!"
"There's nothing I can do kid, nothing at all" He looked away as I pleaded again. Colonel Blake came over and comforted me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and patted my head. "I know it hurts son."
Just then I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I pulled away from Colonel Blake as I saw Trapper stepping out from his lifeless body.
"TRAPPER!" We all yelled out. He looked at us confused, but not in fright.
"Radar...? Henry..?!"
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Hawkeye's tear stained face looked up at Danny with fury and rage. "You killed my best friend you son-of-a-bitch!" He got up and lunged at the cold hearted private. Danny cracked the handle of the gun on the side of Hawkeye's face, splitting the skin, and giving him a slight concussion.
"That'll teach ya for trying to attack me Pierce, you won't try that again will ya?"
Hawkeye groaned as he stood up shaky. "Why did you have to kill Trapper, he didn't do anything to you"
"Did you just say that he didn't do anything to me?!" Danny walked over and kicked Hawkeye in the ribs. He screamed out in pain, hearing some crack.
"He cost me a lot of money"
"Money?" Hawkeye wheezed "What did he do, beat you in poker? He never wins at poker"
Danny didn't find Pierce's sarcasm very amusing, and he kicked him again.
"Remember Soong Hi?"
"Soong Hi? That business girl you wanted to marry for money?" Hawkeye recalled in between catching his breath.
"Yeah, that's the one, well the money I was gonna use from selling her was gonna buy me a ticket away from this rat-hole for good. That meant no more harassment, no more torments." Danny paused for a moment. "But then you and McIntyre had to butt in, asking nosy questions and faking X-rays to make it look like she had T.B."
"Fake the X-ray? We didn't fake it; she really did have T.B. Soong Hi died from it a month later!"
"You're a liar! You all are, every one of you!" Danny's paranoia was getting worse. "That's why I took the revenge option. I made Radar write his own suicide note, and then I blasted his brains out!" Danny screeched with laughter. "You should have seen him squirm Pierce, it was classic!"
Hawkeye's stomach went cold. 'I can't believe McShane killed Radar. Oh, how could I have blamed Klinger?' he thought, feeling guilty.
"But I couldn't stop there; I had to kill the Colonel. That guy was easy, he was so tanked up he didn't know what the hell was happening. Boy I'll tell ya, he took a long time to die. You should have seen the look on Burns's face when I told him."
"What, Frank's in this as well?!"
"Yeap, and now he's dead. He started to get a little squeamish near the end so I killed him; and now it's you're turn"
Danny held the gun towards Hawkeye's face.
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I quickly explained everything and introduced Stan to Trapper. I have to admit, he took it pretty well.
Danny walked towards Hawkeye and kicked him in the ribs. He screamed out in pain and Trapper tried to grab hold of him.
"It's no use Trapp." Both me and Colonel Blake said at the same time. "I've already tried that, it doesn't work."
McShane started explaining to Captain Pierce about the events that happened and he confessed murdering me, Colonel Blake and Major Burns. Hawkeye said something to him and Danny kicked him again. He held the gun towards him getting ready to shoot.
"Stan, you gotta think of something quick, please, he's gonna kill Hawkeye!"
Stan paced around the O.R in deep thought. "I don't know what to do kid, I really..." He stopped in mid sentence. His eyes lit up in excitement. "Come with me kid, I've got an idea!"
I ran out following Stan into the compound.
"If Houlihan is in her tent then we might be able to save the Captain in time"
We ran through the wall of the Major's tent, seeing her already dressed in her nightgown.
"You have to jump into her body"
"What?! Jump into Major Houlihan's body? Why?" I yelled at him.
"We might be able to stop Danny if you can. I heard somewhere that if a ghost who, when he or she was alive had unusual gifts, may be able to jump into live person and control their mind and body. I know for a fact Radar, that when you were alive you could read minds and predict things happening before they happened. You're the only one who can save Hawkeye!
Stan looked at me with panic in his eyes. I hesitated for a moment.
"DO IT KID, DO IT!" He yelled.
"I CAN'T!" I yelled back. "I can't jump in Major Houlihan's body, she'll kill me!"
"You're already dead, do it now, before it's too late! I looked at him, hoping that he would change his mind, but he didn't.
I held my breath as I stepped in and, Major Houlihan feeling my presence, tried to resist. She gasped knowing that it was me, Radar. Not only could she feel me, hear me and smell the slight scent of the aftershave I used to use, but also see the memories of my family, friends and death.
'Radar?!' she screamed in her mind.
'Yes, it's me. Please don't scream or resist, we don't have time. Private McShane is trying to kill Hawkeye. Just let me take over, I promise I won't hurt you.'
She agreed. 'O.K let's go Corporal'
It felt weird being in another person's body. She was taller than me, and it was awkward trying to run, but I got used to it quick. We bolted towards the O.R and I ran straight into the wall.
'RADAR!' Major Houlihan screamed at me. 'You promised you wouldn't hurt me!'
'Sorry Ma'am, I forgot I was in a real live person'
I pushed the door open just as Danny was about pull the trigger. "NOOO!" I yelled out and Danny turned his head in surprise. He aimed his gun towards me and pulled the trigger. I clenched my teeth waiting for it, but it jammed. I took the opportunity to grab him and lunged for the gun. We wrestled as he pulled the long blonde hair and I bashed his hand against the wall.
"Let go of me you bitch!" he yelled and he held his left hand up ready to slap my (or rather Major Houlihan's) face. He took a swipe, but someone stopped him.
"HUH!?" Danny screamed as the invisible force twisted his hand behind his back.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO A LADY LIKE THAT PRIVATE!" It was Major Burns.
Everyone in the room looked shocked as the Major gave me the opportunity to grab the gun again. Danny still had a tight grip on it and in a state of panic he accidentally pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the light, smashed through some specimen bottles, hit the tray and rebounded, hitting Danny between the eyes. His body slid down slowly and eventually landed on the floor.
I sighed with relief as I stepped out of Major Houlihan's body. She shivered and ran over towards Hawkeye, who watched everything with disbelief.
"Hawkeye are you all right?!" he nodded, wincing as she helped him off the floor.
I turned to Major Burns "How?! Why?!"
"Never mind Corporal, let's just say you should never use such language in front of a lady"
Just before I wanted to ask him more the room was engulfed with a bright white light. Looking up I could hear sweet voices whispering my name.
"Go on Radar" Stan said softly. "It's your turn, there're calling you"
"But what about you Stan, and you too Colonel Blake?" "
"Don't worry about us Radar, we have our own destiny to sort out" The Colonel explained, and he smiled warmly at me. "Go on son, you did me proud. Good luck."
I turned towards the bright light and started walking in, but a soft voice stopped me and whispered to me. Only I could hear it.
I turned around.
"Trapper, they said that it's not your time yet." I walked over and pushed him back into his body. He took a deep breath as his wounds started healing over.
"Trapper, you're alive!" Hawkeye embraced him, as he sat up dazed and confused.
Smiling I turned back and headed towards my destiny. What it was, I didn't know. I felt at peace.
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Trapper woke up, only remembering what had happened to him just before Private Danny McShane shot him.
Hawkeye Pierce and Major Margaret Houlihan decided not to tell the rest of the camp about the paranormal activity that occurred over the last week. Major Sidney Freedman; Psychiatrist arrived a day late and counseled the distressed camp.
The bodies of Lieutenant Colonel Henry Braymore Blake, Major Frank Marion Burns and Corporal Walter Eugene 'Radar' O'Reilly, were sent home three days later. Funeral dates were posted in 'Stars and Stripes'. Record numbers attended the Colonel and Corporal's funerals.
A report on the incident stated that Private Danny McShane suffered from deep Manic Depression which resulted in a total nervous breakdown. It was confirmed later that he murdered Henry, Radar and Frank. It was never proven that he and Frank murdered Corporal Stanly Lockhart due to the extent of the injuries that Corporal Lockhart sustained in the field.
Weeks after the McShane killing spree incident, paranormal activity had been recorded from time to time, but less incidents were recorded after the 'Korean Conflict' ended on July 27th 1953.
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AUTHORS NOTE
I would like to thank all of my readers. I really hoped you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it, and thanks to all of those who gave my story very encouraging reviews.
Abyssinia, -Katz ;)
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