1800 hours

".And captain, you are now Regular Army. Corporal, Are you done with Captain Pierces new tags?" ask the recruiting sergeant.

"Yes sir, here you go sir." Said the young corporal, handing Hawkeye his new dog tags.

'Thanks.that will be all corporal." Said Hawkeye, putting his new tags around his neck.

"Sergeant, I don't want those papers on Col. Potter's desk until tomorrow. Got it?" asked Hawkeye.

"Yes sir. Enjoy your time in the Army."

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Hawkeye closed his eyes and rested his hand on his forehead as Igor got his 5th martini.or was it 6th? Ah, who cares?

He looked up when he heard someone come in. It was the women that had made him done what he had done. Well, not made, But he wanted to be with her, and maybe this way he could follow her.

"Hello Captain. What are you doing?" Asked Margaret, concerned about her friend.

"Getting my self drunk so I can try to forget what I did."

"What did you do?"

"Some thing that will make history. You'll see tomorrow. Or should I say hear?" He said.

"Well.I have a bottle or scotch in my tent. Wanna go there and talk it out?" asked Margaret.

"Sure. Why not?" said Hawkeye.