It was a bitterly cold day once again at Stalag 13 and Colonel Hogan and his men were huddled around the old wood burning stove hoping to

get some heat on their cold and freezing fingers. They had been outside for an extended amount of time this night because as they had

gone out to roll call they had heard the unmistakable sound of an airplane in trouble. The plane had landed in a field nearby and with a

little shear luck Newkirk and Carter had managed to get to the pilot before the Germans.

Getting the pilot to Stalag 13 was a dangerous and difficult maneuver even for the men who did this on a daily basis. The Germans were

coming to the sound of the airplane quickly and they had just managed to have gotten the pilot into the woods as the first men had arrived

to capture him.

The pilot was a young Major by the name of Major Mark Browning. He too was an American and had been involved in a bombing of

the local railway when he had developed engine trouble. He had tried his best to keep up with his squadron but had been forced to

land when the engine quit working entirely.

The major was in good shape for a man who had just crashed his plane and Newkirk and Carter brought him down to the Stalag through

the emergency tunnel. The snow was what had saved the man. The snow had put out any fire that the engine was going to cause and

the Germans had been unable to drive as fast because of the lack of snow removal in that part of town.

It was the policy of the camp to not allow any prisoner up into the camp. It was for both the protection of Hogan and his men and the problem

that they might be seen by the Germans. It might prove difficult to explain an extra person at the camp. There was a small room off to

the side of the radio room where there was a cot located for a man to sleep on. At times there had been more than one man waiting for

a ride on a submarine and a ride to freedom. This time the major was lucky. He was the only man down there.

Each and every man at the Stalag that worked for Hogan had been thoroughly trained in taking care of prisoners. It was their duty to

report the downed pilots name rank and serial number. Then they would be sent in the submarine back to the allied side. It had been

a system that had worked ever since Colonel Hogan had come and taken over the espionage at the Stalag.

Each time they did anything that would hamper the Germans was good for the moral of the guys back at the barracks. Saving a major

from imprisonment was very good for their moral indeed. But Hogan stuck to his own rules and would not allow the man up to their

little home until he was checked out totally. After all if they could get him back to his squadron without him learning anything about

their little location it would make it less likely that word would not get. Even a major had been known to speak and there were always

people around who were willing to listen.

As Kinch called on the radio and provided the information on the Major Hogan kept the Major busy while he questioned him in a part of

the tunnel that the major could not hear from.

As Kinch gave out the information the word came over that the information was correct. They verified his name height and weight and all

looked good. They would be in the area within five days and they could deliver the package to the submarine then. Colonel Hogan did

not like what he felt when he was around the man. It was just a hunch, but he had stayed alive listening to his hunches and he still

would not allow the man to go up the ladder to their barracks located there at the Stalag.

Colonel Hogan decided that it was a good time for him to go and see Colonel Klink. The Colonel was a good source of information for him

and the men. Sometimes he knew things that he was not supposed to tell. But Hogan had a way about him and had learned how to get

information without Klink even knowing it.

As Colonel Hogan walked into the office he was met by the pretty German lady and gave her a big hug and a kiss. Colonel Klink came

out of the office and yelled "Hogan" They immediately stopped and Colonel Hogan walked right into Klink's office.

Colonel Hogan could not stand to be around Colonel Klink for very long. He was an older gentleman and always acting like a cowardly

idiot. It was not that Hogan like the Germans. He hated them as a matter of fact. But, this Colonel was a real idiot that should not

have been forced to join the Army. He should have been retired when the end of World War I ended.

Hogan took a seat at the desk and took a cigar from the box on Klink's desk. He glanced over at the bookcase against the wall. The

bookcase that hid the wire that provided him and his men communication with the outside world. His men had anchored the bookcase

to the wall so that Klink would not accidently find the antenna wire. He smiled at his success.

"So last night we heard a pilot land just outside of the Stalag. Where is he? Isn't it the policy of you Germans to bring the pilot to the

nearest prisoner of war camp?" Hogan asked him.

"It is, but the word is that the man is at another Stalag right now. He was captured unharmed last night. Oh the gestapo they were all

over the place. But, I was in town and I saw them bringing the man into the examination room. They think that they can keep me

out of the circle. But I have my ways." he laughed.

"So you think that you saw the downed pilot with the gestapo? He was only a major, and had nothing that good to offer. Why would the

gestapo be so interested in him?" he asked.

"They have their ways who am I to ask." Klink told him.

Hogan excused himself and headed right back to his barracks. He called the men together and told him how their major was a plant. They

had someone there that was there to find out about their operation. Colonel Hogan and the men were all glad that they had told the man

in the tunnel anything.

Ok guys it's off to work. We have now got to find the real major and bring him here and then send this gestapo man back to England with

him.