Well, I may not 'know nothing' but I certainly own nothing. Not even the character whose pov takes up the second half of this chapter.

And of course Hogan's Heroes, the characters and concept are not mine.

Just the plot. That is mine.

*EDITED* 02/08 - dialogue & punctuation

The drone of planes overhead drew Carter to cautiously peek out of the window. The night sky was pitch black however, and the bombers passed unseen somewhere out in its murky depths.

"They sound like ours Colonel," he commented as Hogan came to stand behind him, coffee mug in hand.

"They are," he said, peering out into the darkness as well, "I'm afraid they're just passing through though, so no fireworks show tonight."

Two uneventful seconds passed by before an anti-aircraft gun started up somewhere in the distance and the sky was lit up by the orange flames of a hit bomber.

Hogan winced, "Me and my big mouth."

"What's the matter mon Colonel?" Lebau enquired.

"One of our bombers was hit, and not too far from here either."

"Merde!" Lebau muttered angrily.

Hogan turned back to Carter. "Carter, do you think you saw roughly where that went down?"

"Yes sir, I think so," Carter replied.

"Reckon you can get there before the Krauts do?"

"No problem boy!" He quickly realized his mistake. "Uh, I mean, sir."

"Good." Hogan elected to ignore the slip-up. "Take Newkirk and see if you can rescue any flyers, but if it gets too risky or takes too long, then you come straight back here, you understand?"

"Yes sir!" Came Carter's enthusiastic reply.

"No problem guv." Was Newkirk's more subdued version.

For a brief moment after he bailed out, he feared that he'd left his stomach back on the plane. Fumbling with the chord of his parachute, his descent was slowed with a painful jolt and his stomach re-joined the rest of him.

The descent was terrifying. His whole world was bathed in an orange glow as bits of debris rained down frighteningly close around him. He was falling both too fast and too slow at the same time. The black mass of forest beneath him reached out for him as he drew nearer and nearer. Grasping and clawing at him until eventually catching hold of his parachute, leaving him dangling several feet from the ground like a discarded puppet.

In the gloom he thought he could make out the white canvas of another parachute, and another figure similarly suspended.

"Sergeant Clements sir?" he called out tentatively.

There was no response.

"Captain McIntosh?"

Nothing.

"Sir?" A sense of dread filled him as he clumsily attempted to manoeuvre his gangly frame out of the parachute and down the tree. His hands shook uncooperatively at every action.

Having narrowly avoided falling several times until the very end, he gingerly picked himself up off the ground and shakily made his way over to stand beneath his unresponsive superior.

"Is that you Mr Clements Sir?" He couldn't keep the tremor from his voice and at the continued silence his eyes pricked with tears. Blinking rapidly, he gazed around himself at his dark, unfamiliar surroundings. Would the Germans shoot him if they found him?

Something wet dripped onto his cheek from above. It was warm and when he tentatively wiped at it his fingers came away dark and sticky. His breath caught in his throat and his head spun dizzyingly. His thudding heartbeat filled his ears as he leaned against the tree and was sick. Tears streamed down his face and he couldn't bring himself to turn around again and face the corpse dangling morbidly above his head.

So instead, he ran.

Well, that was my first attempt at writing anything Hogan's Heroes related. Please tell me what you think: honest feedback would be greatly appreciated. I aim to improve so I will certainly not take offence to any criticism. ;)