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Hawkeye couldn't believe it. The nightmare; the hell of the Korean War was finally over. He was going home. He'd dreamt of the moment a thousand times before, almost from the time he'd arrived in Korea. But the reality was not at all like he expected it to be. His bags packed, he said his goodbyes to everyone he knew.
He thought about Margaret. The kiss wasn't just for show. He loved her, perhaps more than he cared to admit-maybe more than either of them cared to admit.
He thought of Klinger. Imagine a guy who spent nearly the entire war trying to get out of Korea, only to end up staying. No one had a better fashion sense than Maxwell Klinger.
He thought of Colonel Potter, riding off on his horse. Sherman may have started out as a "replacement" for Henry, but God bless him, Sherman had a lifelong friend. And Henry will be missed forever.
And then there was BJ. The message of rocks that spelled out "Goodbye" sent Hawkeye into an emotional state. He brushed away tears, torn between happiness and sadness, two things that mixed like oil and water. BJ was the best friend a guy could have. When Trapper left, Hawkeye thought he'd lost the ability to have a close friend again. He was wrong.
Now here he was in the chopper, looking down on what had been his home for so many years. If he never saw any of the members of the 4077 again, he would love and remember them always.
~Fin~