M*A*S*H: challenge 58 "neither at the 4077th nor in the United States"
At the orphanage, twelve miles from the base, he's useful. He scrounges what he can from what the 4077th can spare: he fleeces his comrades at poker: he runs a Bingo game on Monday nights, if the war permits: and he sees small children who arrived silent and starved get up and run and play and yell, on stick-thin legs, with enormous smiles. He watches them grow plump as children ought to be. It’s the joy of his life: but he always comes home again, to the place where all he can do is pray - and watch older children die.

cookie to Father Mulcahy

Sorry I haven't been participating: I've been doing MirrorMASHslash...