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mash_slashPairing: None, unless you REALLY want to see Hawkeye/Henry.
Word Count:292. Short, drabblish.
Title: Crazy, Going
Rating: 7+ again because there are iffy comments.
Timeline:Takes place between 'Abyssinia, Henry' and 'Welcome to Korea'.
Dedications: To my daddy, who likes Margaret/Hawkeye the most, but likes Hawkeye/Trapper second best and so gets lots of dedications from me.
Italics=speech.Hopefully this doesn't confuse you too badly.
Notes: Written in school. My English teacher wasn't too thrilled...
It was because Henry died, he would think later, that he ever went crazy. Henry's death and the fact that there was so little to stop him.
Trapper was no help because Trapper didn't care. 'Course I care, Hawk. But he didn't, not about the war or Henry or Hawkeye or anything because he'd go home, someday, soon. He'd go home and there wouldn't be a need for any of it. He didn't care... And, so, Hawkeye stopped talking to Trapper long before he stopped liking him.
Frank was no help because Frank was nearly as crazy as he was; mind-snapping, marble-rolling, card-losing, fucking crazy. Of course Frank was crazy--thinking he could replace Henry, like that. Thinking he could do better than Henry. It really wasn't Hawkeye's fault that he hit Frank, really it wasn't, because like hell Frank was better than Henry in any way.
Henry was even better in bed than you, Frank. It sounded too serious to be entirely a joke, too much anger to be funny. Half look of curiosity, but then he hit Frank and nothing had to be funny anymore.
He was sent to Tokyo for a week's worth of observation under Sidney Freedman's care the following day, because apparently Frank's black eye wasn't justified. Apparently.
Sidney helped, a little. Half-helped, enough-to-keep-him-functioning helped, putting-tape-on-broken-glasses helped. But Sidney helped the most because Sidney was reason. Sidney was sanity inside his own insanity; inside the war's insanity.
He went back when the week was over, and Trapper was gone. But he was armed with Sidney's knowledge against insanity, this time. Find your own defense. Find your own preoccupation.
But this, but this, he realized, was his defense, was his preoccupation. So he let himself go insane because it seemed the sanest thing to do.
Word Count:292. Short, drabblish.
Title: Crazy, Going
Rating: 7+ again because there are iffy comments.
Timeline:Takes place between 'Abyssinia, Henry' and 'Welcome to Korea'.
Dedications: To my daddy, who likes Margaret/Hawkeye the most, but likes Hawkeye/Trapper second best and so gets lots of dedications from me.
Italics=speech.Hopefully this doesn't confuse you too badly.
Notes: Written in school. My English teacher wasn't too thrilled...
It was because Henry died, he would think later, that he ever went crazy. Henry's death and the fact that there was so little to stop him.
Trapper was no help because Trapper didn't care. 'Course I care, Hawk. But he didn't, not about the war or Henry or Hawkeye or anything because he'd go home, someday, soon. He'd go home and there wouldn't be a need for any of it. He didn't care... And, so, Hawkeye stopped talking to Trapper long before he stopped liking him.
Frank was no help because Frank was nearly as crazy as he was; mind-snapping, marble-rolling, card-losing, fucking crazy. Of course Frank was crazy--thinking he could replace Henry, like that. Thinking he could do better than Henry. It really wasn't Hawkeye's fault that he hit Frank, really it wasn't, because like hell Frank was better than Henry in any way.
Henry was even better in bed than you, Frank. It sounded too serious to be entirely a joke, too much anger to be funny. Half look of curiosity, but then he hit Frank and nothing had to be funny anymore.
He was sent to Tokyo for a week's worth of observation under Sidney Freedman's care the following day, because apparently Frank's black eye wasn't justified. Apparently.
Sidney helped, a little. Half-helped, enough-to-keep-him-functioning helped, putting-tape-on-broken-glasses helped. But Sidney helped the most because Sidney was reason. Sidney was sanity inside his own insanity; inside the war's insanity.
He went back when the week was over, and Trapper was gone. But he was armed with Sidney's knowledge against insanity, this time. Find your own defense. Find your own preoccupation.
But this, but this, he realized, was his defense, was his preoccupation. So he let himself go insane because it seemed the sanest thing to do.
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Date: 2007-03-06 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-06 03:23 am (UTC)And, dude, I know; I've had long conversations with my dad about how gay Gilligan/Skipper and Bert/Ernie are.
Anywho, thanks for responding, I appreciate it very much. ^_^