2100 hours, and there was a knock on Margaret's tent door.

"Who is it?"

"It's I, your little munchkin!" said a whiny voice.

She smiled. "Come in, my little munchkin!"

Frank entered.

"Hi, darling!"

"Hi, Margaret!"

They kissed. He sat on the bed and sighed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"My back hurts. We were standing so long, during surgery!"

"Oh, you poor thing! Take your jacket and shirt off, and I'll give you a massage."

"Oh, Margaret, you know how to take care of me!"

He took his jacket and shirt off. Meanwhile, she sat next to him on the bed. When he was shirtless, she began massaging his back. He sighed happily.

"Oh, Margaret, you have heavenly hands!"

"You are so tense! I tell you what: This calls for a special massage."

"A 'special massage?'"

"Lie on your stomach, on the bed."

"OK, Margaret."

He did this. She took her bedroom slippers off and stood up on the bed. Then she carefully walked onto Frank's back.

"How's that?"

He moaned happily. "Oh, Margaret, your feet are better than the girls in Tokyo!"

"And what do you know about the girls in Tokyo?"

"Well, that is, from how I've heard the other guys talk about them. I've never actually experienced that, myself!"

She massaged his back with her toes. Suddenly, she stomped him with her right foot!

"Margaret, that's a little too rough!"

She did it once again!


"I want to talk with you, Frank Piece!"

"I'm all ears!"

"I saw you in the mess hall, talking with Pierce, earlier today."

"I didn't know that!" She lightly stomped him again.

"You were telling him a rumor you heard that your wife is cheating on you, is that right?"

"Well, that might've come up in our conversation—"


"Yes, I did!"

"Well, Piece told you this, and I'm telling you it, as well: Leave it alone, Frank!"

"But Margret—"

She took her right foot and pressed down on his head!

"Frank! If you can have some fun while you're away from her, then she can have some fun while she's away from you! Is that well understood?"

"But Margaret!"

She pressed down hard on his head!

"Yes, it is!"

"Promise me you won't take this any further?"

"I promise, Margaret."


She got off his back. He slowly stood up and got off the bed.

"Well, I think I should be going now. Gotta wake up at 0600 hours!"

He put his shirt and jacket back on and left her tent.

She got off the bed and put her slippers back on. Then she went to the swamp and met Hawkeye. He was having a drink of his moonshine.

"Hi, Piece."

"Hi, Margaret. You told him?"

"Yes, I did."

He saluted her with his drink. "Good girl!"

She left and went back to her tent.

Soon afterwards, Frank came in and flopped down on his bed.

"How was your date with Margaret?"