The sailor -- fists clenched against the saline frost digging into him once more -- looked about. There was not a foe in sight. He had vanquished them all. Except for morning breath.
... Max Klinger's long-time girlfriend was hoping he would get thrown out of the M*A*S*H unit for cross-dressing and sent home to Toledo so they could get married.
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