Radar brought the letter to him seperately, later, but nobody keeps anything from anyone at the 4077, and nobody keeps anything from Hawkeye, anywhere. especially if that nobody lives in the same tent.

"Don't be fooled by my boyish grin," Hawkeye said, glaring at BJ. "I'm not kidding."

"I know you're not kidding." BJ smiled over at him from his cot. "Your face stays a normal shade of rosy pink when you're kidding."

"Tell me what the letter said, Beej."

"No."

"BJ!"

BJ rolls out of bed, stands up. "Get your own letter, Hawk. This is my letter and I'm not telling you what it says."

"It's your letter and my Trapper. My full house beats your pair of fours."

"I fold." BJ pulls on his shoes, reaches for the jacket draped across the back of Hawkeye's chair. "And he's not your Trapper."

Hawkeye's eyes narrow. "Tell me, BJ."

BJ shoots him a look as he pushes out of the Swamp.

"No."