Chapter 2: Ghosts in the Swamp
“Move over!” Hawkeye slammed his hip into B.J., knocking the paralyzed surgeon aside. He plunged his own hands into the bloody cavity, his fingers frantically searching through the…
Chapter 3: A Long Way from Mill Valley
“He’s sleepwalking, Colonel,” Hawkeye lied quickly, though his voice lacked its usual smooth conviction. “I was just trying to gently wake him before he walked all the way…
Chapter 1: Martinis, Mud, and the Medals We Don’t Want
The air inside the Operating Room of the 4077th Mobile Army Surgical Hospital was thick with the scent of ether, iodine, and exhaust fumes from the generators outside….
Chapter 2: Smile for the Camera, You’re Bleeding
The camera whirred to life. Hawkeye slowly withdrew his hand from the patient’s abdomen. The Corporal leaned in, trying to capture the heroism of the Army surgeon. Instead,…
Chapter 1: Twenty Minutes to Midnight in the Mud
The clamp snapped shut with a cold, metallic finality that echoed louder than the distant artillery shells pounding the Uijeongbu hills. Captain Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce stared into…
Chapter 2: Vultures in Olive Drab
“Frank,” Hawkeye said, his tone dropping to a terrifying register that made even Margaret take a half-step back. “If you don’t move out of my way in the…
Chapter 3: The Canvas God Bleeds
Hawkeye released the clamps. For a terrifying, agonizing heartbeat, nothing happened. And then, a surge of crimson. The blood rushed through Jenkins’ aorta, hitting the newly grafted tissue….
Chapter 1: Martinis, Mud, and a Missing Dialect
There is a specific kind of silence that falls over the 4077th Mobile Army Surgical Hospital just before the gates of hell swing open. It’s a thick, heavy…
Chapter 2: The Detonator, The Dress, and The Dumbstruck Major
“Nobody move a muscle,” Colonel Sherman Potter ordered, his voice dropping to a gravelly, deadly serious register. “That core looks unstable enough to blow if someone sneezes too…
Chapter 1: The Mortar, The Mud, and The Missing Digits
“Give me your hand, damn it!” Hawkeye yelled, the muscles in his neck straining as he held the edge of the heavy crate. The wood groaned, splinters biting…