Letters Home From Korea: From Quijonbu to Mill Valley, Letter #3
Letter #2
TITLE: Letters Home From Korea: From Quijonbu to Mill Valley, Letter #3
FANDOM: M*A*S*H (tv series)
PAIRING: BJ/Peg
GENRE: Het
TABLE: #11: Song Titles A
PROMPT: 05. I Will Remember You @ 12_stories
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 488
SUMMARY: Another letter from BJ to Peg. This time he focuses on how tired he is and recalls their first kiss. Includes a verbatim conversation between him and Hawkeye.
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: All my M*A*S*H fics
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and I make nothing. This is all for shiggles.
Dear Peg,
How are you two? I agree that it seems best to hire someone to mow the lawn (just don’t fall in love with him). I wish I was there to do it. Thank you for the pictures. I can’t believe how big Erin’s getting. I hate I’m not there! I keep hoping this war will be over before Erin realizes her daddy’s gone.
Do you remember when we went driving along the highway, and I pulled off to the side, and you asked why. And I said because I wanted to know if I could kiss you. You smiled and nodded, looking as shy and sweet as could be. We were both so innocent.
With Hawkeye having a new girl over here every day, it makes me think of our firsts. I don’t think I need to remind you of our wedding night.
I love you Peg. Have I told you that enough? This place sickens me (the only good parts are Hawk and the rest of this unit). I go to bed every night, thinking of you, and wishing I could be back home with my girls; my angels.
I’m so tired. I’m not sure you’d recognize me anymore. I feel so old already. And it’s not just physical exhaustion (though there’s that too - this war has no bed time, so you just get sleep with you can; same with food.) I’m becoming emotionally tired because it never seems to end. None of us belong here. We all need to be home with our families. I can’t help but wonder if some of these men would have remained faithful to their wives if they were closer. War is the worst type of long distance relationship. I miss you so much Peg.
I’m sure by the end of the war Hawk will have teased me about saying your name in my sleep. In case I’ve painted too negative fo an image of him, here’s a ditty that’ll make you love him: It was a (comparatively) light day, so I was in the Swamp (our tent), drinking a martini (we have a still in here - did I tell you that? Hawk and Trapper built it.) Hawkeye came over and sat next to me. He asked, “What is it?” I asked, “What do you mean?” He said, “Com’on Beej, I’ve been around war and you long enough to know when it’s just the war bothering you. What’s on your mind?” I said, “I just really miss my girls. Erin’s my first child, and I’m missing all her firsts.” Hawkeye smiled sympathetically and said, “I hope you get home to both of them soon. It’s not right for you to miss out on your kid’s life.” Told you he’s not all bad.
Ugh, I’m so tired, and there’s more wounded. I wish it would all just stop. I miss you both with all my heart.
Love,
BJ (aka Daddy)
Letter #4
TITLE: Letters Home From Korea: From Quijonbu to Mill Valley, Letter #3
FANDOM: M*A*S*H (tv series)
PAIRING: BJ/Peg
GENRE: Het
TABLE: #11: Song Titles A
PROMPT: 05. I Will Remember You @ 12_stories
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 488
SUMMARY: Another letter from BJ to Peg. This time he focuses on how tired he is and recalls their first kiss. Includes a verbatim conversation between him and Hawkeye.
WARNINGS: n/a
NOTES: All my M*A*S*H fics
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and I make nothing. This is all for shiggles.
Dear Peg,
How are you two? I agree that it seems best to hire someone to mow the lawn (just don’t fall in love with him). I wish I was there to do it. Thank you for the pictures. I can’t believe how big Erin’s getting. I hate I’m not there! I keep hoping this war will be over before Erin realizes her daddy’s gone.
Do you remember when we went driving along the highway, and I pulled off to the side, and you asked why. And I said because I wanted to know if I could kiss you. You smiled and nodded, looking as shy and sweet as could be. We were both so innocent.
With Hawkeye having a new girl over here every day, it makes me think of our firsts. I don’t think I need to remind you of our wedding night.
I love you Peg. Have I told you that enough? This place sickens me (the only good parts are Hawk and the rest of this unit). I go to bed every night, thinking of you, and wishing I could be back home with my girls; my angels.
I’m so tired. I’m not sure you’d recognize me anymore. I feel so old already. And it’s not just physical exhaustion (though there’s that too - this war has no bed time, so you just get sleep with you can; same with food.) I’m becoming emotionally tired because it never seems to end. None of us belong here. We all need to be home with our families. I can’t help but wonder if some of these men would have remained faithful to their wives if they were closer. War is the worst type of long distance relationship. I miss you so much Peg.
I’m sure by the end of the war Hawk will have teased me about saying your name in my sleep. In case I’ve painted too negative fo an image of him, here’s a ditty that’ll make you love him: It was a (comparatively) light day, so I was in the Swamp (our tent), drinking a martini (we have a still in here - did I tell you that? Hawk and Trapper built it.) Hawkeye came over and sat next to me. He asked, “What is it?” I asked, “What do you mean?” He said, “Com’on Beej, I’ve been around war and you long enough to know when it’s just the war bothering you. What’s on your mind?” I said, “I just really miss my girls. Erin’s my first child, and I’m missing all her firsts.” Hawkeye smiled sympathetically and said, “I hope you get home to both of them soon. It’s not right for you to miss out on your kid’s life.” Told you he’s not all bad.
Ugh, I’m so tired, and there’s more wounded. I wish it would all just stop. I miss you both with all my heart.
Love,
BJ (aka Daddy)
Letter #4