MASH does not belong to me, or I'd be rich and wouldn't write anything. I'm not making any profit from this story. Hawkeye, B.J, Charles, Potter and Radar (plus any other character you see in the TV show that is in my story) aren't mine.

Summary: When a German doctor comes to the 4047, racists erupt out of a few folks and even more conflicts ensue. New comer to the MASH, Kurt Poyzinclah, decides to ask for a transfer, but Radar, Sydney Freeman and Father Maloney aren't prepared to let him go without convincing him not every American's a discriminator.

Preparation
Prologue

"Pierce, Honeycutt, Winchester! Colonel Potter wants to see you right away!" Radar's tired voice rang out over the 4047's intercom system, the sound cracked and worn. The three surgeons called scrambled out of their tent into the gloomy dark of the Korean morning.
"What on Earth could that man possibly want at this hour? Charles kept muttering to himself, until Hawkeye discovered he found it annoying.
"Something obviously important, Chuckles, if he's willing to wake up he entire unit." He flashed Charles a smirk as they strolled away down the road towards Potter's office.
"You're awfully quiet, Honeycutt?" Charles suddenly inquired as they opened the door to the colonel's. B.J simply shrugged, a small smile on his face.
"I'm just a little tired, Chuckles. I'm used to sleeping in. Usually I'd sleep until five o'clock and not three."

"About time you fellow arrived. I've got some rather important news to tell you doctors."
"Oh, by all means, Colonel, delay us. We're simply falling asleep in our chairs."
Indeed, the three doctors were in separate chairs in front of Potter's desk, Honeycutt drifting off, half slumped forward. He kept muttering, "I'm still awake," after every comment a person made.
"A new doctor's going to be arriving in the morning." The doctors pulled affronted looks, B.J finally scrounging up enough wakefulness to straighten up and say, "I really am awake, you know."
"Really, colonel, you woke us up for this? What's the big deal, a new doctor, so what?" Hawkeye said lightly, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand.
"It's not that, Pierce, it's he himself that's the problem. I'm afraid there might be a little controversy between him and the other 4047 staff. Maybe even some of the patients. God knows some of them and their dad's fought in the World Wars."
"He' American, then?" Charles said quietly, tilting his head slightly downwards, yet leaving his eyes to stare through the top of their sockets.
"No, he's not. He's a Nazi, a German." Potter regarded the doctors through a single eye, having cocked his head to the side. The dawning look upon their faces was enough for him to know any other person's reactions.
"B.J, Hawkeye, I want absolutely no practical jokes on this fellow. None what so ever. I don't care how light. He's only been in America for half a year before he was drafted. He's a good doctor, from what I hear, he's got good files."
"A Nazi, in our ," Charles murmured, ignoring the rather irritated look upon his officer's face.
"Discrimination is what I'm afraid he's going to face. People are still tense about the Germans."
"Yes Mom." Hawkeye announced.