M*A*S*H isn't mine (although you have no idea how much I wish it was) but I love it and since I have seen every episode and want more I did what any slef-respecting writer and fan would do: I made up my own. :-)

Hope you like it!! Would love whatever feedback you want to give me.

"Folks, I have some news you may not like."

"What is it, sir?" Major Margaret Houllihan inquired of their commanding officer Colonel Sherman Potter.

"We just got a call from an aid station about five miles from here. They were shelled and none of them are in any shape to drive or fly themselves out. We're the closest medical unit and they need us to go and get them."

"How many are there?" Captain Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Piece asked.

"Not many. They had been ordered to move out and were down to the bare bones when the shells hit. Only four people left."

"Just a nice ambulance load," Captain BJ Hunnicutt said.

"Yeah. The problem is, the Koreans may not be gone. I can't order any of you to go but those boys need help." Potter looked around the little group of people, and three somber faces looked back at him.

"When did it happen?"

"Just after dawn."

"And they need help now." Hawkeye wasn't asking.

Potter nodded grimly.

"You can count me in," Margaret said.

"Well," BJ said hesitantly, but Hawkeye cut him off.

"I'll go. You have Peg and Erin to think of."

"Thanks."

"All we need is two, so that settles it. Pierce, Houllihan, be ready to pull out in half an hour."

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Just about an hour later, Hawkeye and Margaret were pulling into the bombed out aid station. Most of the area was just rubble, although one tiny shack still stood, apparently only by prayer.

"We're here!" Hawkeye said with much forced cheerfulness.

The surgeon and the nurse grabbed their medical bags and rushed inside, Hawkeye having to duck under the low doorway. He went to one and Margaret to another and both felt for pulses. "He's gone." Hawkeye called out and moved to another.

"This one has a faint pulse." She covered him with a blanket and hurried to the fourth person. She looked ever at Hawkeye and shook her head.

Hawkeye was laying a young man who had been slumped unconscious by the communications unit out onto a stretcher. "Made the call but couldn't stay awake till his date arrived." Hawkeye said.

Margaret brought a blanket for him while Hawkeye examined him quickly. "Shrapnel damage to his left arm and he's going into shock."

They worked together and managed to stabilize him, and then Hawkeye went to check on the other survivor. "Pulse and blood pressure are stable. Let's move them out to the ambulance."

When they had the two survivors into the ambulance Hawkeye looked back to the building. "I want to take the others with us."

"It's a waste of time..." Margaret said what he already knew.

He looked at her.

"Alright but we have to hurry." They rushed back in and got the two dead soldiers onto stretchers and carried out to the ambulance in less than four minutes. Hawkeye knew Margaret was strong but the efficiency with which she handled the literally dead weights impressed him.

"Everything's ready," Margaret said as she climbed up into the passenger seat and Hawkeye started the engine. They pulled out and Hawkeye pressed his foot down, trying to get back to the 4077th as quickly as he could, unconsciously trying to make up for the time "wasted" by picking of the fallen men.

Shells began to fall around them and he swerved to miss them, until one hit so close and he jerked the wheel so hard that they didn't realize that they had hit something until it had happened.

The front end of the Army ambulance was wrapped neatly around a tree trunk.

Hawkeye's chest ached with bone-deep intensity, but the moan of pain that came from the woman beside him sounded much worse.

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I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I possibly can, but since I don't own my own computer it may be a week or two. The story is all written, I just have to get it typed and uploaded.

Have a nice day!