An Aussie in their midst.
Disclaimer- I don't own Hogan's heroes characters, but Corporal Freed-Cot is mine.
Summary- This is a response to the 'Colloquialisms challenge' posted by SmileyAussieGal.
COLLOQUIALISMS CHALLENGE!
Here is the challenge; you have to write a story that involves the following things:
You must invent a character that is from any country. This character must use a least 10 unique colloquialisms for the country they come from eg. and Australian might say, G'day mate. The story must also include an escape, and sunburn. And, each of the main Hogan's hero's characters must speak at least once.
Authors note- Hope you like it, the 'slang translations' are down the bottom.
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Colonel Robert E. Hogan was getting a little sick and tired of the regular routine at the prison camp where he was stationed, Stalag 13. Even the irregular routine at the Stalag, (the one that involved blowing various things up, smuggling prisoners and messages etc.) had slowed down. Hogan hadn't had any excitement for weeks now, and the regularity of the prison camp was beginning to overwhelm him.
~So this is what a prison camp is like for most people~
As Hogan continued his walk around the camp he noticed a truck bringing in a new load of prisoners.
Hogan gave an inward groan; he hated seeing new prisoners come in. Once they got to Stalag 13, they weren't getting out for the duration.
Stuffing his hands in his bomber jackets pockets Hogan made his way across to Klinks office, so he could be present for the famous 'no escape is possible' talk.
Three men stood in the commandant's office, two Englishmen in uniforms identical to Newkirks and a rather rough looking man, in the Australian uniform complete with slouch hat.
All three looked pretty intimidated, as they stood rigidly at attention throughout the speech. Hogan stood in the background, waiting for the speech to finish. He barely listened any more; it was the same speech Klink gave every time new people arrived at camp.
When it was finished and Klink had dismissed them Hogan took the three outside to give them a quick briefing of the camp. He wouldn't tell them of the operation yet, until they had been proven loyal.
"Hello, I'm Colonel Hogan. I'll be here for the entirety of your stay. What are your names?"
The first man to answer; "Corporal Eric Wilshire sir! English Air corps," was rather short, with black hair and dark green eyes. He looked scared out of his skin (which was completely understandable) and seemed to be one of those people who perpetually looks unhappy.
"Sergeant Adam Greg sir! English Air corps!" This man was tall, with short blonde hair and brown eyes. He kept looking around him, curious about Stalag 13.
"Corporal Steve Freed-Cot sir! Australian Army corps." Corporal Freed-Cot was average height, with floppy brown hair and a lopsided grin hanging on his face. He was quite tanned, with blue eyes and seemed fairly at ease.
Hogan was surprised, what the heck was an Australian Army man doing here?
"How did you get here?" he asked surprised, "isn't this an air force camp?"
"Not sure mate, but I'm here." He grinned broadly. "This place really doesn't show much chop*, does it sir? Although, in it's better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick." Hogan almost laughed out loud. His accent was so completely, so completely. Australian. It was flat, and different from any other accent he had ever heard before.
"So am I the only Aussie here?" asked Steve.
Hogan nodded.
"Any Kiwi's?"
"Kiwi?" asked the English sergeant confused.
"Yeah mate a kiwi. A New Zealander."
"I think there are a couple over in barracks three." Replied Hogan, grinning. He wasn't sure what to make of the Australian.
Hogan noticed Newkirk coming towards him, and waved him over.
"Corporals, Sergeant, this is Corporal Newkirk, he'll show you to where you'll be staying for the duration."
"Hello lads, 'ow 'r we doin' today?" asked Newkirk in his cockney accent.
"Good thanks mate, how's yourself?" asked Corporal Freed-Cot.
"All right."
"Ok guys" Newkirk said, leading the three new arrivals away from Hogan, towards a barracks, "you'll be staying here, in barracks 6."
As Newkirk walked away, with the two quiet Englishman and the talkative Aussie (who was making comments like "Stiffen the lizards**, look at the size of those guns!" Hogan began to have a feeling that life was going to get a little bit more interesting.
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* Doesn't show much chop- doesn't look very impressive
** Stiffen the lizards- exclamation of surprise
Please leave a review! There's more coming soon. (If you like it that is)
Disclaimer- I don't own Hogan's heroes characters, but Corporal Freed-Cot is mine.
Summary- This is a response to the 'Colloquialisms challenge' posted by SmileyAussieGal.
COLLOQUIALISMS CHALLENGE!
Here is the challenge; you have to write a story that involves the following things:
You must invent a character that is from any country. This character must use a least 10 unique colloquialisms for the country they come from eg. and Australian might say, G'day mate. The story must also include an escape, and sunburn. And, each of the main Hogan's hero's characters must speak at least once.
Authors note- Hope you like it, the 'slang translations' are down the bottom.
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Colonel Robert E. Hogan was getting a little sick and tired of the regular routine at the prison camp where he was stationed, Stalag 13. Even the irregular routine at the Stalag, (the one that involved blowing various things up, smuggling prisoners and messages etc.) had slowed down. Hogan hadn't had any excitement for weeks now, and the regularity of the prison camp was beginning to overwhelm him.
~So this is what a prison camp is like for most people~
As Hogan continued his walk around the camp he noticed a truck bringing in a new load of prisoners.
Hogan gave an inward groan; he hated seeing new prisoners come in. Once they got to Stalag 13, they weren't getting out for the duration.
Stuffing his hands in his bomber jackets pockets Hogan made his way across to Klinks office, so he could be present for the famous 'no escape is possible' talk.
Three men stood in the commandant's office, two Englishmen in uniforms identical to Newkirks and a rather rough looking man, in the Australian uniform complete with slouch hat.
All three looked pretty intimidated, as they stood rigidly at attention throughout the speech. Hogan stood in the background, waiting for the speech to finish. He barely listened any more; it was the same speech Klink gave every time new people arrived at camp.
When it was finished and Klink had dismissed them Hogan took the three outside to give them a quick briefing of the camp. He wouldn't tell them of the operation yet, until they had been proven loyal.
"Hello, I'm Colonel Hogan. I'll be here for the entirety of your stay. What are your names?"
The first man to answer; "Corporal Eric Wilshire sir! English Air corps," was rather short, with black hair and dark green eyes. He looked scared out of his skin (which was completely understandable) and seemed to be one of those people who perpetually looks unhappy.
"Sergeant Adam Greg sir! English Air corps!" This man was tall, with short blonde hair and brown eyes. He kept looking around him, curious about Stalag 13.
"Corporal Steve Freed-Cot sir! Australian Army corps." Corporal Freed-Cot was average height, with floppy brown hair and a lopsided grin hanging on his face. He was quite tanned, with blue eyes and seemed fairly at ease.
Hogan was surprised, what the heck was an Australian Army man doing here?
"How did you get here?" he asked surprised, "isn't this an air force camp?"
"Not sure mate, but I'm here." He grinned broadly. "This place really doesn't show much chop*, does it sir? Although, in it's better than a poke in the eye with a burnt stick." Hogan almost laughed out loud. His accent was so completely, so completely. Australian. It was flat, and different from any other accent he had ever heard before.
"So am I the only Aussie here?" asked Steve.
Hogan nodded.
"Any Kiwi's?"
"Kiwi?" asked the English sergeant confused.
"Yeah mate a kiwi. A New Zealander."
"I think there are a couple over in barracks three." Replied Hogan, grinning. He wasn't sure what to make of the Australian.
Hogan noticed Newkirk coming towards him, and waved him over.
"Corporals, Sergeant, this is Corporal Newkirk, he'll show you to where you'll be staying for the duration."
"Hello lads, 'ow 'r we doin' today?" asked Newkirk in his cockney accent.
"Good thanks mate, how's yourself?" asked Corporal Freed-Cot.
"All right."
"Ok guys" Newkirk said, leading the three new arrivals away from Hogan, towards a barracks, "you'll be staying here, in barracks 6."
As Newkirk walked away, with the two quiet Englishman and the talkative Aussie (who was making comments like "Stiffen the lizards**, look at the size of those guns!" Hogan began to have a feeling that life was going to get a little bit more interesting.
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* Doesn't show much chop- doesn't look very impressive
** Stiffen the lizards- exclamation of surprise
Please leave a review! There's more coming soon. (If you like it that is)