A/N: Hello! I am BlueBassist and I have never written for Hogan's Heroes but it is my all-time favorite show, and I've been reading the stories on here for at least a year. This has been on my mind for a long time but I've never gotten up the gall to write it. It may not be realistic at some points, please forgive me. But I'm trying my best and writing for fun, not accuracy or money (this is my disclaimer). I hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think.

Here goes:

Major Amy Karin was taking off from Wiesbaden Army Airfield in an F-22 raptor towards Iraq. She had been reassigned to some god-forsaken desert down there and was taking all of her stuff with her while moving the plane for the Air Force. When she got the clearing for take-off she put the jet into a slow climb, not wanting to waste fuel on a quick ascent. She'd barely cleared the edge of the field when a bright light illuminated the world around her cockpit and sound exploded in her ears. When things cleared up she had only a few second to look around before she realized her left wing had a ragged gouge in it, and she was losing altitude. She had been shot down over Germany.

She wasn't at a good enough height to effectively use a parachute so instead she tried her best to make a crash-landing with more landing to it than crash. Still, over a wooded area there's not much you can do to prevent damage. The plane's belly skidded on the ground and the wings plowed through trees until finally it stopped. Amy took off her helmet, let her hair down and ran her fingers through it. After screaming inside for a moment the adrenaline wore off and she felt like napping for a good long time. Instead she reached behind her and grabbed her olive drab duffel bag and popped the seal on the canopy.

Once on the ground she set off with her bag on her back and her helmet under her arm to find a town or road that would lead her back to base. Eventually she did find a road. It was a packed-dirt road, and on the other side of it was a sight that frightened her. 2 ten-foot tall chain-link and barbwire fences surrounded a field full of wooden huts. Men with bolt action rifles walked between them. A sound off to her left startled her.

A big German Shepherd leapt out of the bushes with a young man on the other end of its leash. The man was wearing a wool uniform and had a rifle but he didn't look very threatening. His left hand was occupied with holding his oversized helmet on and his rifle had fallen off his shoulder so that it now hung by its strap from his right elbow. Amy jumped up and went for the pistol she would normally have on her hip in situations like this, but it was supposed to have been a routine flight, and she hadn't worn it.

"Sit Max!" the young man said in a heavy German accent. It sounded more like a plea than a command, but the dog complied. He was finally able to bring his hands down and move his rifle into a semi-hostile position. The look on his face told of his confusion. "You are not a flyer! How did you get here?"

"I flew-"

"Never mind, I'll take you to the Kommandant. He will know what to do, I hope." He started to lead Amy towards the field full of huts but stopped and looked back again. "Is that a helmet?" He pointed towards the helmet under her arm.

"Yes."

"Could you put it on? This is an all-male camp, and some of the prisoners have not seen a woman in years. I don't want to excite them." She put her helmet back on over her head and contemplated what she was seeing as she followed the man with the dog. His uniforms looked like the ones in Band of Brothers, worn by the enemy. Being in Germany, this thought made her nervous, but only for a moment: time travel wasn't possible.

She followed him in through the gates and got a bunch of weird looks from men wearing similar uniforms to her man. He handed the dog off to one of them and the strange duo made their way up onto the porch of a wooden building. In a small office all of her previous thoughts were thrown out the window. On the desk there sat an old telephone, a pickelhaube helmet, and on the wall...a portrait of the one and only Adolf Hitler.

Obviously since this is in the HH category, you know where Amy is at. Tell me what you think bitte.