(And finally, bringing More Glimpses to an end: a double-drabble inspired by the episode "Goodbye, Farewell and Amen.")

O*V*E*R

Hawkeye sits back in his seat and looks out the plane window with a contented sigh. Is it really over?

Three years. Countless lives saved, far too many lost. People coming and going. Commanding Officers and best friends and adversaries. Redheads, blondes, brunettes…

Enough gin to fill the Sea of Japan.

So tired of Army green. He can't wait to get out of these duds. He may never wear green again.

He smiles even as tears form in his eyes. A hell of a ride. More good memories than bad ones… at least, he hopes so. The people—that's what he wants to remember. His 4077th family. He'll never be able to shake them.

The transvestite from Toledo (never did get his Section 8, and now he's staying in Korea). The wholesome-looking best friend with a penchant for practical jokes. The sage C.O. who rode horses and read Zane Grey. The enigmatic head nurse, one minute a temptress and the next an unyielding disciplinarian. Charles Emerson Winchester the Third, snob of the highest order.

Hawkeye lets out a private laugh.

Yeah, a hell of a ride, all right. Hard to believe it's really over.

Like the rocks said…

GOODBYE.