FIC: "Untouchable", 4077 General
Jan. 22nd, 2006 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rwryterTitle: Untouchable
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hawkeyecat
Fandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: General series
Prompt: 076. Who?
Community: fanfic100
Word Count: 101
Rating: Older kids
Disclaimer: Somehow, profiting off this drabble would be almost obscene.
Author's Notes: My thanks, as always, tosarcasticsra for the beta. No idea when I wrote this.
Who the hell was the enemy—the armed boys who came in full of bullets and shrapnel and just happened to wear the wrong uniform? Who defined “enemy”, anyway? A bunch of politicians back in Washington with no idea about what was happening around the Thirty-eighth Parallel, that’s who. They didn’t see the blood, the torn bodies, the agony. All they saw was a nonexistent threat from a bunch of poor people, and their own bottom line, not to mention some indefinable difference between these sixteen-year-olds and the blond-haired kids from the States beyond skin color.
They were the real enemy.
Author:
hawkeyecatFandom: M*A*S*H
Characters: General series
Prompt: 076. Who?
Community: fanfic100
Word Count: 101
Rating: Older kids
Disclaimer: Somehow, profiting off this drabble would be almost obscene.
Author's Notes: My thanks, as always, to
sarcasticsra for the beta. No idea when I wrote this.Who the hell was the enemy—the armed boys who came in full of bullets and shrapnel and just happened to wear the wrong uniform? Who defined “enemy”, anyway? A bunch of politicians back in Washington with no idea about what was happening around the Thirty-eighth Parallel, that’s who. They didn’t see the blood, the torn bodies, the agony. All they saw was a nonexistent threat from a bunch of poor people, and their own bottom line, not to mention some indefinable difference between these sixteen-year-olds and the blond-haired kids from the States beyond skin color.
They were the real enemy.
