A/N This is the fifth story in the series and the sequel to Reliving the Past.

Chapter 1: A New Senior POW Officer

The men were working hard at repairing the bombed out road. Hogan leaned against the truck next to Schultz, watching the men work. A car slowly came down the road. It was obvious there was something wrong with the tire. A beautiful blond woman stepped out of the car. The men paused at their work to gaze at the goddess before them. Her hair shone as spun gold in the sun. Her eyes sparkled as sapphires. Her lips were as luscious as an apple. She sauntered up to Shultz. "It appears I have something wrong with my tire. Can you have these men fix it, bitte?"

Schultz was under the woman's spell and could only nod in response. Hogan rolled his eyes. The woman gave Hogan a wink. "You heard the lady men. She needs help."

The men scurried around the car, getting what they needed to change the tire. When it came to getting the tire loose, everyone pretended to not be able to get the tire off. "Hey, Schultz! Come help us. We can't get the tire loose," said Kinch.

Reluctantly, Schultz broke his gaze from the beautiful woman to help the men. As he approached them, he scolded them for being weak. "This only proves you need to work out more."

The woman approached Hogan. "Word is the Gestapo has found evidence to uncover Kewpie's identity. At the moment they're still sorting it out. You must warn him."

"I can't. I don't know who he is or how to get a hold of him," said Hogan with dismay.

"If the Gestapo uncover his identity and he is captured, the entire underground will have to shut down; especially your operation. Yours is in jeopardy most of all," she said with fear in her eyes.

Hogan sighed. "You don't have to remind me. I'll see what I can do."

Schultz noticed Hogan and the woman talking. "Colonel Hogan! What are you doing with this woman?"

"Trying to ask her out on a date. I'm afraid I'm not getting anywhere though," Hogan said with a shrug.

"I don't go out with filthy Americans." After a pause, "No matter how charming they are."

"Colonel Hogan, please behave. Frauline, your car is fixed and ready to go," said Schultz as he walked her back to her car.

The men took the opportunity to talk with Hogan. "What did she say, Colonel?" asked Kinch.

Hogan shook his head. "I'm afraid my meeting with Kewpie, might have put his life in danger.1 The Gestapo is close to uncovering his identity."

"How much does he know about the operation and underground?" asked Newkirk.

After a deep breath, Hogan answered, "Enough. If they catch Kewpie and he talks, many people will lose their life. More importantly, he knows all about us."

The men couldn't believe what they were hearing. How could someone they never heard about until recently know so much? They stared at each other, contemplating their next move.

"What do we do, Colonel?" asked Carter.

Hogan thought a moment. "First we finish the road so we can get back to camp. London put me in touch with Kewpie the first time; they might be able to get in touch with him again."

As Hogan watched the men fix the road again, he thought about who Kewpie could be and how this affected the operation.

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Klink blankly stared at the paperwork on his desk. The stack of requisition orders and reports seemed endless. Klink glanced at the clock. Around noon, he was to expect a new prisoner. He couldn't figure out with all the new prisoners coming to camp, why this one was special. Any minute now, he would get the answer to his question.

The phone rang. "Hello. Colonel Klink, kommandant of Stalag 13 speaking…Another truck of prisoners has just arrived…No just one prisoner in the truck…Let them in."

Klink quickly went into the compound to great the truck. Two armed guards exited the cab of the truck. One handed Klink a thick folder. A folder this thick can only mean one thing; I have another trouble maker on my hands.

The scuffle in the back of the truck brought Klink out of his thoughts. The scuffling ceased when he heard the unmistakable sound of someone being struck with a blunt object. He watched two guards drag a body out the back of the truck. They threw it on the ground as if it were a bag of garbage. He heard the prisoners who were standing close by gasp in horror and saw their eyes fill with anger and hatred.

Something about the whole scene seemed vaguely familiar. The unconscious person on the ground even looked familiar. His eye drifted to the shinny eagle on the man's shoulder. Another colonel? Klink turned toward his office as he thumbed through the folder. "Bring him."

The guards each picked up an arm and drug the prisoner into Klink's office. "Set him in the chair. You may go. I can handle things from here."

"You must sign first," answered one of the guards.

"What? Right, sign." Klink signed the orders accepting responsibility of the new prisoner and sat down.

The fact his new prisoner was an officer didn't surprise him. With all the new prisoners, most of the stalags as well as oflags were at capacity. Now the men who were shot down were taken to any POW camp that had room.

This folder contains many pages of nothing but smart answers. I might as well be reading Colonel Hogan's folder. Klink smirked to himself. He turned to the page containing the name of his new prisoner. Klink froze with his mouth open. Did he read the name right? Not just another colonel, but another Colonel Hogan!

"Langenscheidt!" yelled Klink.

Langenscheidt ran into the office, skidding to a stop as he saluted. "Ja, Herr Kommandant?"

"Go to the work detail and bring Colonel Hogan here at once," ordered Klink.

"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant." Langenscheidt said.

Klink leaned back in his chair, staring at his new prisoner. He could see similarities between this Colonel Hogan and his. Klink looked up saying, "What did I do to deserve this kind of torture. Of all the POW camps in Germany, why do I have to have both Colonel Hogan's?"

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The men were three quarters of the way done filling in the road when Langenscheidt skidded to a stop on the motorcycle with side car. "I have orders to bring Colonel Hogan back to camp right away."

Hogan hopped off the back of the truck he was sitting on. "Why? What's the problem?"

Langenscheidt shrugged. "I don't know for sure. It might have something to do with a new prisoner who just arrived at camp."

Upon hearing new prisoner, everyone's ears perked up. Hogan stepped closer to Langenscheidt. "Is there something wrong with the prisoner?"

"He appeared to be unconscious in Kommandant Klink's office," answered Langenscheidt.

Hogan quickly jumped in the side car. As soon as Hogan was seated, Langenscheidt sped off.

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Klink's prisoner started to stir. "What truck ran me over?" he said rubbing the back of his head. "Where am I?"

"You're at Stalag 13. I'm Kommandant, Colonel Klink."

"Shucks! I'd hoped I was dreaming," said the new Hogan.

Klink rolled his eyes. He was not going to be so lenient with this Hogan. "I'm your superior officer. Since you're now conscious, I expect you to come to attention and salute me."

Reluctantly, the new Hogan stood up. "Fine." The one finger salute Klink received confirmed his theory. It wasn't just a coincidence his last name was Hogan, but he had to be related. He had received the exact same salute from Hogan when he first arrived at camp. He didn't tolerate it then and he wouldn't now2.

"That kind of salute is verboten here. I expect a military salute," Klink said, stomping his foot.

"Next time, specify the kind of salute you want." In typical Hogan fashion, he flipped him a sloppy salute.

"Maybe some time in the cooler will give you time to think about showing respect for your superiors," threatened Klink.

"I do respect my superiors. I don't view any Kraut as my superior though," defended the new Hogan.

Klink thought back to this same conversation with his Hogan. A smile appeared on his face. Now was his turn to use the Geneva Convention to his favor. "According to the Geneva Convention, you have to salute me."

"I didn't know Krauts knew about the Geneva Convention," said the new Hogan.

"What is the American expression? I've played this game before," Klink said, smiling. For the first time since this Hogan came to, he felt he was gaining control of the situation.

His victory was short lived. The door opened and in walked his Senior POW Officer. "Colonel Hogan reporting as ordered, Sir." Hogan flipped off a better than usual salute. Since Klink admitted to Hogan he knew he was the infamous Papa Bear and he operated an underground unit from camp, Hogan has shown Klink a little more respect.

The two men stared at each other. "I was right. They're related," Klink sighed. "I take it you know each other?"

After a pause, his Hogan answered, "What makes you think that?"

It appeared his Hogan was going to make him work for everything as usual. He hoped he would be easier on him since he knew they were on the same side.3 "Colonel Hogan, I'm not a dumbkomf. The two of you couldn't act more alike if you wanted to. This only leaves one question; date of rank."

1 Brainwashed by Nitestalker

2 Once Upon A Time by Nitestalker

3 Reliving The Past by Nitestalker