Korea, 1950 (a hundred years ago)

im once again feeling totally normal about father francis mulcahy. hes an ex-boxer. he consoles kids when theyre dying. he has a temper. he has one regular at his mass every sunday. he goes to the black market for medicine and lies about it to the colonel. he gets in on hawkeye's jokes. he loves his sister and wants her to be happy. he performed an emergency tracheotomy while being guided through a poorly signalled radio. he indirectly lies to his closest friends about being deaf so they wont worry about him. he crams himself in a jeep with like 20 women because hawkeye asked him to. he learns how to perform a bris by contacting a rabbi on a navy ship for a soldier's son. he gets drunk before a mass about alcohol abstinence because he's so nervous about speaking in front of an audience. he sends himself to the front line against orders because he feels useless and wants to make a difference. he wins almost every poker game he plays so he can send the money to the orphanage. he feels like he does nothing around camp when he's actually the biggest support for everyone there. im normal about him i promise

I really like the part in Merrily at the end where it's just frank and Charley on the roof talking about something shifting something changing and Charley is visibly like am I about to have a closeted gay rooftop hookup with my army roommate and jgrofff is like no far worse a decades long creative partner turned friendship that will break me worse than any of my multiple divorces

YEAR IS 1984

Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake's plane was shot down over the Sea of Japan. It spun in. There were no survivors. M*A*S*H 4077 bids Henry Blake a reluctant and affectionate farewell. Henry Blake was our C.O. Henry was okay, from the navel out in every direction. He sure was. Henry never made it home. You're beginning to sound like Blake: soft. What a slob that man was, may he rest in peace. Henry would've loved this. I really miss him. What about the Henry Blake Memorial Bar? Sorry, Henry. Colonel Blake tried it over there, but he found it worked better over there. Blake's gone, son. Henry got killed and they're still coming. Maybe Colonel Blake put him in for it. Old Henry Blake was like his father. The late Colonel Blake said I was the best rubbish officer we'd ever had. Colonel Blake gave it to me, just before he...Your late predecessor, Colonel Blake, rest his soul, took him under his wing and sort of helped him grow into the job. Folks around here were awfully fond of Henry Blake when he ran this fort, weren't they? Well sure, the colonel was a top-notch kind of guy. You bet he was. Henry Blake...Rest in peace, Henry. Wasn't Colonel Blake already here when we were assigned? Yes, you're right, God rest his soul. Hawk told me it belonged to Colonel Blake. It's for all the men who never made it home.

for the past few weeks i’ve been falling back into calorie counting and restriction, but i just suddenly gained consciousness and realized i’m literally going to be dead someday. the fact that i exist at all is a statistical miracle. this is the only chance i will ever get to experience this world, and i have an obligation to the universe to honor this rare gift by experiencing every single joy that i possibly can before i return to the endless void a speck of dust. denying myself the simple pleasures of human existence because i’m too afraid to take up space in my own short life is basically spitting in the face of the universe. i want to suck all the marrow out of life before my time runs out, not waste my life away in guilt and shame. life is a one way trip, and my body is a vessel whose only purpose is to carry me through. in summary, not only are you allowed to enjoy a sweet treat, you must enjoy a sweet treat

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