Flashback from the Future
By: Mercedes
Colonel Robert Hogan strolled about the warm grounds of Stalag 13. There was something different about today. He couldn't put his finger on it though. Roll call had gone smoothly and the day was peaceful. It was warm out, but the clouds were rolling in and thunder was in the air. It was typical summer weather here. The rest of the Heroes were in barrack 4 because there was a stalag-wide poker game going on for all the prisoners. For some reason Hogan didn't feel like going, there was some type of sadness raining on his parade.
Hogan went to go sit along the side of barrack 1 and tripped over what looked like the corner of some type of book sticking out from the ground. Hogan gently sat beside it and looked at the corner. It must have been an old book from a past prisoner, or maybe even one of the current ones. He decided that it would be best to dig it up and return it to the rightful owner, or at least get it out of the ground.
After half an hour of strenuous digging through thick dirt he found a leather-covered book about the size of a diary. This strange book had no title on it. Hogan assumed it was rather old and decided to open it. Inside the cover the only thing written was: "Liesl Scheidenberg." Obviously this book did not belong to one of his prisoners. On the adjacent page there were numerous lines filled with very neat German. Hogan didn't know a lot of German so he couldn't read what most of it said. There was only one way to know.
"Well Colonel Hogan, you've found an article of the past." Colonel Klink smirked with enjoyment, but yet, his eyes seemed to gleam with excitement and a sense of fear mixed with worry.
"Yes Colonel Klink, I am aware of that. The thing I don't understand is why there is such a book in a POW camp, where it came from, and why it was sticking out of the ground."
"Colonel Hogan, you have a lot to learn yet of this camp. You may think you know all the roots, but you really don't. You do not know the history of this land." A ray of light bounced of Klink's monocle.
"Do you mind telling me Kommandant?"
"No not at all Hogan. It's just not the best. You see, in the late 1890's there was a farm here, on the exact spot of this here Stalag. It was a good nice family that owned it. There was the father, he worked on the farm all day. The mother, she cleaned the house all day. Then there was their only daughter. She was very reserved. Her name was Liesl Scheidenberg. Liesl would rarely talk to her parents, only when forced to, and often would stay outside. She was rumored to be driven mad at times and it is noted that she killed a cow by burning it out in the meadow one day for no reason. One day she wrote a note to her parents telling them that she wanted to be dead because she wanted to cause mischief and not be blamed for it. She even had a diary, as you see, and that's where she wrote of her crazy times. Then one day she took some rope from her father and made a noose in the barn. She put it around her neck and jumped from the loft."
Hogan swallowed hard and looked in shock as to what he'd just been told. Had what he'd found been fate, or was it just randomly dealt?
"Kommandant, you've done routine inspections on this place, have your guards ever run into this or any other articles from the house? What happened to the rest of her family?"
"Well Hogan, you're the first to discover anything that actually belonged to the house or the family. The mother and father were plagued with horrible happenings. Things would be moved in the house and even some stuff was moved from inside the house to the outside of the house, how it got there was beyond the knowledge of anyone. Then one night a fire started and the whole farmhouse was burnt down, and there were no survivors. When Stalag 13 was built the old buildings were just destroyed."
"Colonel Klink, could you please translate this for me and write the translation down in the back?"
"Yes, I'll do that for you tonight since there is nothing else to do around here at the time being."
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I do not own any of the Hogan's Heroes characters except for Liesl Scheidenberg.
*Klink's knowledge will be revealed in Chapter 2
**More coming soon!
By: Mercedes
Colonel Robert Hogan strolled about the warm grounds of Stalag 13. There was something different about today. He couldn't put his finger on it though. Roll call had gone smoothly and the day was peaceful. It was warm out, but the clouds were rolling in and thunder was in the air. It was typical summer weather here. The rest of the Heroes were in barrack 4 because there was a stalag-wide poker game going on for all the prisoners. For some reason Hogan didn't feel like going, there was some type of sadness raining on his parade.
Hogan went to go sit along the side of barrack 1 and tripped over what looked like the corner of some type of book sticking out from the ground. Hogan gently sat beside it and looked at the corner. It must have been an old book from a past prisoner, or maybe even one of the current ones. He decided that it would be best to dig it up and return it to the rightful owner, or at least get it out of the ground.
After half an hour of strenuous digging through thick dirt he found a leather-covered book about the size of a diary. This strange book had no title on it. Hogan assumed it was rather old and decided to open it. Inside the cover the only thing written was: "Liesl Scheidenberg." Obviously this book did not belong to one of his prisoners. On the adjacent page there were numerous lines filled with very neat German. Hogan didn't know a lot of German so he couldn't read what most of it said. There was only one way to know.
"Well Colonel Hogan, you've found an article of the past." Colonel Klink smirked with enjoyment, but yet, his eyes seemed to gleam with excitement and a sense of fear mixed with worry.
"Yes Colonel Klink, I am aware of that. The thing I don't understand is why there is such a book in a POW camp, where it came from, and why it was sticking out of the ground."
"Colonel Hogan, you have a lot to learn yet of this camp. You may think you know all the roots, but you really don't. You do not know the history of this land." A ray of light bounced of Klink's monocle.
"Do you mind telling me Kommandant?"
"No not at all Hogan. It's just not the best. You see, in the late 1890's there was a farm here, on the exact spot of this here Stalag. It was a good nice family that owned it. There was the father, he worked on the farm all day. The mother, she cleaned the house all day. Then there was their only daughter. She was very reserved. Her name was Liesl Scheidenberg. Liesl would rarely talk to her parents, only when forced to, and often would stay outside. She was rumored to be driven mad at times and it is noted that she killed a cow by burning it out in the meadow one day for no reason. One day she wrote a note to her parents telling them that she wanted to be dead because she wanted to cause mischief and not be blamed for it. She even had a diary, as you see, and that's where she wrote of her crazy times. Then one day she took some rope from her father and made a noose in the barn. She put it around her neck and jumped from the loft."
Hogan swallowed hard and looked in shock as to what he'd just been told. Had what he'd found been fate, or was it just randomly dealt?
"Kommandant, you've done routine inspections on this place, have your guards ever run into this or any other articles from the house? What happened to the rest of her family?"
"Well Hogan, you're the first to discover anything that actually belonged to the house or the family. The mother and father were plagued with horrible happenings. Things would be moved in the house and even some stuff was moved from inside the house to the outside of the house, how it got there was beyond the knowledge of anyone. Then one night a fire started and the whole farmhouse was burnt down, and there were no survivors. When Stalag 13 was built the old buildings were just destroyed."
"Colonel Klink, could you please translate this for me and write the translation down in the back?"
"Yes, I'll do that for you tonight since there is nothing else to do around here at the time being."
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I do not own any of the Hogan's Heroes characters except for Liesl Scheidenberg.
*Klink's knowledge will be revealed in Chapter 2
**More coming soon!