In Margaret's tent, back at the 4077th...

Hawkeye knocked on the door. "Margaret?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Pierce." She answered crisply. She was still hurting because she had told him how she felt, and he had blown her off. She wasn't about to set herself up again.

"Margaret, I need to talk to you. Please?"

"Fine, Pierce. Come in, but make it short." She made one last swipe across her big toe with the red nail polish, and set the bottle down.

"Margaret, I reacted badly when we were out there. I didn't mean half of the things I said. In fact, the only thing that happened out there that I actually meant was that night. There was more truth in that than anything I've ever said or done. That was everything I've ever wanted, and that was the only time my life has made any sense. I don't know what made me act like I don't care for you, but I do. More than anything. Do you have any idea how much I hated Frank? Of course you do. You want to know why? Actually, several reason, but mainly because he had the only woman I've ever loved."

"Oh, Hawkeye. I'm so confused now. I mean, I was willing to risk being rejected by you on the off chance that my feelings were returned, and now that you say they are, I don't know what to do."

"Margaret, I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you that if you truely do care for me, that you owe it to yourself and to me to give it a try." He hoped that by pushing a little that she would respond.

"Hawkeye, I more than care for you. I've loved you since we came over that hill together to start this unit. I've loved you since we met, and that's the problem. My Dad always said 'Don't ever love a man more than he loves you. Never.' I'm just afraid that you don't care as much for me as I do for you." "Margaret, I've loved you for just as long. Or at least been infatuated with you. Today, as we came back from the 8063rd, I realized that I've never been able to say that before because I wouldn't make a very good husband. Now I know that I would. Before, there was always one thing that I loved more than a woman. Medicine. I'd always be married more to my job than to my wife. I love you more. More than anything else in the world. Marry me?"

Scene pans to the mess tent.

"Do you, Hawkeye, take this woman..." Father Mulcahy smiled as the viewer sees him from the front, and Hawkeye and Margaret from the back, fingers interlaced.

The End