Dietrich sat at his desk after yet another defeat by the Rat Patrol. How did they manage to get past him so often? He would pay anything to learn their secret. Meanwhile he had to find a way to tell the High Command their supplies were not coming. After several false starts, he gave up and picked up a pen to begin drawing. He was about a quarter of the way in before he realized what, or more specifically who, he was drawing. It was a sketch of Sergeant Troy. It was bad enough he and the Rat Patrol riddled his dreams. Now they had to appear in his sketches? Dietrich shook his head. He took a closer look at the sketch. It was actually pretty good. He sighed, he might as well finish it now. Dietrich hated an unfinished sketch. He picked up his pen and resumed sketching. Hours passed before he was finished. He held it up to the fading desert sun. Something wasn't quite right. He brought it closer to his face. Was it Troy's smile? No, he smiled like that sometimes. Then what was it? Dietrich stared at the sketch for quite some time. Frustrated, he got up from his desk and stretched. He opened the door to his office and called for Corporal Schneider. Schneider immediately quit his typing and hastened to Dietrich's office.

"You called for me, Herr Hauptmann?"

"Yes, Schneider. Do we still have Sergeant Troy's file from German Intelligence?"

"Nein, Herr Hauptmann. The Rat Patrol took all their files the last time they came to our base."

"Very well, you may go back to your typing."

Schneider saluted and left. Dietrich sat back down and picked the sketch back up. Something still wasn't right. Dietrich got up again called for Schneider.

"You have seen Sergeant Troy before, have you not, Schneider?"

"Is he the American man with the strange Australian Slouch hat?"

"All their headwear but that private's is strange. But, yes, that would be Sergeant Troy. Tell me, does he look the same in this drawing as how you remember?" Dietrich handed the drawing to the Corporal.

Schneider studied the drawing carefully. At last, he gave the picture back to Dietrich.

"What do you think?" asked Dietrich.

Schneider looked down and shuffled his feet. "Well..." He abruptly stopped.

"Yes? I am waiting Corporal."

Schneider looked up from studying his feet; there was evident fear in his eyes. Dietrich mentally cursed the officer before him who had brought his men to such a state. Dietrich couldn't ask any of his men if his uniform looked alright without them mumbling a quick, inaudible answer and then developing a sudden fascination with either their boots, or one of the several pictures of the Fuhrer that littered the base.

Dietrich softened his voice. "You can tell me what you think. I promise I won't get mad."

Schneider gave his opinion in such a soft and nervous voice, Dietrich could barely understand it. "He does look a little different, Hauptmann Dietrich." Seeing Dietrich sigh, Schneider quickly added, "But it's a beautiful drawing, Sir."

"Thank you Corporal. You may leave."

Once he was alone, Dietrich took one last glance at Troy. How typical of the Sergeant to torment him even when he wasn't fighting Dietrich. Dietrich sighed. He might as well finish his report.