What Real War Experiences Inspired MASH, A Novel About Three Army Doctors?

I faked my own death to escape a killer surgeon. Then I saved a mafia boss's brother and became his prisoner. I thought I was safe hiding in the shadows. Then Frank Costello dragged his dying brother into my clinic with a gun to my head: "Save him or die trying." Now I'm trapped in his world. Three months of service, he says. Treat his men, ask no questions, and he'll give me enough money to disappear forever. But Frank Costello doesn't play fair. He knows my secrets. He knows I'm running from a murderer who thinks I'm dead. And when that killer finds me again, Frank makes me an offer I can't refuse: Stay with him, let him protect me. The price? My freedom, my principles, my heart. I'm a healer. He's a killer. We're on opposite sides of every line that matters. But when the man I'm running from comes back for blood, Frank Costello might be the only thing standing between me and a bullet. The question isn't whether I'll fall for him. It's whether I'll survive long enough to regret it.

In my third year working overseas as a war correspondent, a grenade blast left me wounded and stripped me of my memories. The PTSD that followed was severe enough to keep me in a psychiatric hospital for two years. It wasn't until two months ago that I finally remembered who I was. The day I came home, my best friend and my husband met me at the airport, both of them crying harder than I was. Russell Ellison's eyes were red-rimmed, but his voice was as gentle as ever. "The new place is all set up. Move in for now. I'll come keep you company after work." I went back to our old house instead. The moment I pushed the door open, I saw a wedding photo hanging on the wall. The bride in it wasn't me. It was my best friend. A key turned in the lock outside. The man who was supposed to be buried in work at the office walked in, fingers laced with hers. A child was tucked against his chest, calling him "Daddy" in a small, unsteady voice. I stood frozen, too stunned to breathe. We'd only been apart for two years. So how was their child already three?

Mary had given everything to the war. Her dedication, courage, time and her will to be happy. But, the horrors of the war was one thing she took back- a present she could never return. She is also plagued by doubts and a conscience haunted by the words of a bitter brother. Faced with regret and shame, Joel mourns his brother’s death. But he believes that if she had not been Johnny’s nurse, his brother would still be alive. Can they, thrown into the same boat and faced with circumstances too big to handle alone, work together to save everyone?

Matthew O'Donnell is a respected soldier that loves his family as well as his work. The things of his past haunt him down that made him dig himself in work. But an accident that happened will force him to go back home.Will it force him to face the haunted past?Will Matthew give in and listen to his mother’s wishes and live on a safe and happy life?Find out as the story progresses

Micaela Elrod can is presumed to be a normal girl by anyone who sees her. She is beautiful with a figure that has men turning their heads whenever she passes. What no one knows is that she is no ordinary girl. She is in the army and her skills are unmatched by anyone in the academy. When Ace Duhamel is told by his superior that they were expecting a new addition to his team, he hates the person automatically. He does not want anyone new in his team as he believes that they are okay as they are. He tries to convince the major general that the new lieutenant could join another team but the decision has already been made. He vows to make the new team leader's life a living hell in the team until they leave on their own. He is shocked to see the person who arrived two days later to join his team.

My fiancé's junior colleague went around the hospital every day calling herself "the best girl". When a patient with acute appendicitis was admitted, she mistakenly prescribed laxatives instead of proper treatment. The patient nearly went into shock and died. After the hospital was reported by the patient's family, she simply smiled and said, "I don't even need a supervising doctor to prescribe medication anymore. I'm such a good girl!" On another occasion, she failed to order routine pre-op blood work for a surgical patient. During the procedure, a visiting senior surgeon was exposed and later contracted HIV. She actually puffed out her chest and said, "Even if everyone had to stay up all night helping me save the doctor, I'm still the best girl!" I protested more than once and urged my fiancé to dismiss her. He refused every time. He brushed it off with a laugh, saying "this good girl" just needed time and experience. Then, a prominent patient was transferred from a military hospital for surgery. She secretly tampered with the medical records, switching the pathology findings from the left lung to the right. She even revised the surgical plan, recommending removal of the patient's completely healthy right lung. Luckily, I caught the mistake in time, restored the correct pathology report, and performed the surgery successfully. After the patient recovered, he asked for our team to be recognized. To my disbelief, Elena Bakers ran to my fiancé in tears. "I wrote the entire report by myself! All by myself! I'm the best little girl! "Why do you always take credit away from me? It took so much courage for this little girl to be brave just once! "You're all horrible!" Elena stormed out of the hospital and was struck and killed by a car on the spot. My fiancé did not say a word. However, on the very day I was appointed hospital director, he produced falsified evidence accusing me of altering records and causing multiple medical accidents to advance my career. I was arrested, tried, and sentenced to death. As the verdict was delivered, he looked at me with unmistakable satisfaction. "You'll never make up for what you owe Elena. Not in this lifetime." When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Elena altered the surgical plan.