Hawkeye and Trapper saw a white flash. No one else for a mile around saw anything at all. The bomb had gone off, taking with it the entire MASH 4077th.

In the afterlife, waiting for judgement, Hawkeye glared at a sheepish Henry Blake.

"But first....Cut The Fuse?!"

Saint Peter made a group announcement.

"Good news, people--you're going to be brought back--but things will get a bit weird, when you are. Pierce--are you ready? Cause you go first."

Hawkeye nodded, figuring this was probably better than his potential fate.

"Sure. What exactly, do I do?"

The Saint checked his list.

"Its 1998, and you enter a diner-style seafood restaurant in Augusta. Waiting for you there is FBI Agent Fox Mulder. You good with that?"

"Yeah, I'm good. But can I just say one last thing before we go into crossover-land?"

"You bet."

Hawkeye glared again at Henry.

"But First...Cut The Fuse?!!!"