A.N.: I own NOTHING!
When Needed
The war was over.
At what cost? Thought General Walter Tillman. The info had come in on the radio of the where about on {Hitler's bunker} from Papa Bear. After that; nothing. Papa Bear aka Colonel Robert E. Hogan and his men were gone. The underground was just as concerned. Tillman lend back in his chair looking over the reports from the few men who had "served" at Stalag 13. The reports stated that after the mysterious disappearance of Papa Bear and his main group of men, the rest of the men in the camp closed up shop and left. The Germans surrendered a few days later. He had hoped that with the end of the war, Hogan would show up.
Tillman stood and walked over to the window. Looking toward the airfield, he sighed to himself, "too much to hope for."
He looked back towards his desk at the open file. A picture was lying on top. A Sergeant Riley had taken the photo when the first mission as a team was completed. Five men. Three Americans, a Frenchman, and an Englishman were smiling back at the camera. The General, having walked back to the desk, picked up the photo. He couldn't help but smile back at the photo.
Maybe. He thought with a grin, just maybe…. With Hogan…there's always a chance.