Author's Note: Disclaimer; I don't own Hogan's Heroes. It belongs to people far smarter than I.

This is my first story. I welcome all comments...

Raining...great, Just great! Colonel Robert Hogan thought, as he and his men, Sergeant Andrew Carter and Corporal Louis LeBeau, crept stealthily towards the bridge. Their mission was to blow up the Dusseldorf Bridge. The bridge was one of the main means the Germans had of transporting their munitions.

"I don't know why we even bother." LeBeau whispered to Hogan, "They'll just build it again. We should be blowing up the factory."

The Colonel shot him an annoyed glance,"We don't know where the factory is located, LeBeau. You know that."

LeBeau looked away, all he could think about was that factory. A factory churning out thousands of bullets each day. Bullets used by Nazis, on innocent people, his people! LeBeau was as loyal a Frenchman as there ever was and it pained him to think of his people suffering.

"Look, we'll talk to London and the Underground, see if anyone has discovered the factory's location, but until then we'll have to settle for blowing the bridge when the trucks roll over it." Hogan assured his comrade, "Are the charges ready, Carter?"

"Oh boy, are they! Place them under the two main support beams and once that third truck rolls on the bridge, BLAM! Then the trucks blow up, KABOOM!" Carter made excited explosion noises until a hand clamped firmly over his mouth.

"One of these days, Carter, you're going to bring a kraut patrol right to us!" LeBeau hissed, releasing Carter as the young American settled down.

"Sorry." He muttered, sheepishly. "Yes, Colonel. Place the charges under the support beams and run the wire back to the plunger."

"Alright, LeBeau, left side. Carter, you have the right." Both men crept forward quietly to complete their part of the mission. Hogan followed keeping a sharp eye out for patrols as well as the guards on the bridge.

Hurry up! Hogan thought, we have to get back for the roll call. We're gonna miss it if we don't hurry.After about fifteen minutes Carter had the wires strung from both charges all the way up to the plunger. Now all they had to do was wait for the munitions convoy. They waited, and waited, after a half hour had passed, Hogan started to say, "We might just have to settle for blowing the bridge. We have..." He was cut off by a furious LeBeau,

"Non! mon Colonel, we must blow the trucks! So many people may die if those trucks are allowed through!"

"I know that, LeBeau. However, if we miss roll call, we run the risk of exposing the whole operation." Hogan replied, somewhat impatiently. He was chilled, wet, and very tired. He was about to order Carter to just blow the bridge when he heard the quiet rumble of trucks in the distance.
"Get ready, Carter. Here they come." Hogan held his hand up, ready to give the signal. The first truck stopped at the guard post. The driver and the guard exchanged words and then the driver passed his papers down. After a couple minutes the guard handed the papers back and signaled the convoy forward. "Now, Carter!" Hogan ordered as the third truck drove over the main support. Carter laughed a little with sheer excitement, as he pushed the plunger down. The bridge exploded into a fiery display, than one by one the trucks exploded.

"Whooohooo!" Carter hollered, before Hogan had a chance to silence him, they heard,

"Was ist los? Wer ist da?" Just our luck...A kraut patrol! Hogan turned and signaled his men to make a run for it. "HALT! oder ich schieße!" the German called out, as he fired several shots at the fleeing figures. The patrol tried to give chase, but they quickly lost sight of the saboteurs.

Hogan and his men quickly evaded the patrol and quietly started the trip home. They reached camp a little after four in the morning. Just in time! Hogan thought, as they approached the stump that served as the entrance to their tunnel. The spotlight swung over where they crouched and they ducked their faces down. The Colonel tapped Carter on the shoulder. Cater jumped up and ran forward, quickly and quietly opening the hatch and disappearing into the stump. The light passed again, then LeBeau ran forward and slid down the entrance. Hogan watched as both of his men went through the stump. Home, safe and sound. Hogan smiled, and and took a moment to look heavenwards, Thank you, Lord , he thought then after the light passed by, jumped up and climbed down the tunnel entrance.

He was greeted by a relieved Sergeant James 'Kinch' Kinchloe and a ranting Corporal Peter Newkirk,

"Cuttin' it real close this time! Why, we been waiting 'ere for 'ours. Thought you been caught this time, we did!"

"Alright, Newkirk, we get it. You were worried about us. Thanks, mon ami." LeBeau grinned, as he changed into his uniform.

The Englishman looked over at Carter, "Well, wouldn't you be? Carter 'ere is more likely to blow 'is ruddy self up, than a bridge."
Carter looked indignant, "Hey, that's not true!" He was about to say more, but he was cut off by the Colonel,

"Hold it! We don't have time for this. Hurry up, or we'll miss roll call." The men started up the ladder, first Newkirk, than LeBeau, with Carter bringing up the rear. Kinch grabbed the Colonel's arm before he could start up,

"Colonel, we got a transmission from London while you were gone. They want that factory found and destroyed. They even made it priority one."

Hogan shook his head, "Well, did London say how to find the factory?"

Kinch grinned, "They said 'Papa Bear has contacts, use them.'"

"What do they think I have been using?" Hogan said with frustration, "Isn't that just like them. Alright, after roll call, call the underground ask if they have any idea where the factory is or if they know of anyone in the area who does."

"Yes, Colonel." Kinch started to sit down at the radio.

"I said, after roll call." Hogan told him. Kinch nodded and made his way up the ladder. Hogan stared at the radio a minute, consumed with his thoughts. What do they think, I can just divine the location through ESP? There's only so much a POW can do... He shrugged, and made his way up the ladder.

Translation:
Was ist los? - What's happening?
Wer ist da?- Who's there?
HALT! oder ich schieße- Halt! or I'll shoot