I was a hero during the war. I realize it is hard to believe, after all, I spent the duration of the war in a prison camp, but it is true nonetheless. It was not because of anything I did though. It was all Colonel Hogan's doing. He was a brilliant man, perhaps the greatest I've ever known, and he was a man I greatly admired. All of us at Stalag 13 did. I remember watching him around the camp guards. They would talk and laugh as though he were their best friend instead of their enemy. There is no doubt in my mind that Hogan could have talked them into doing just about anything for him. He actually did on several occasions. It made me wonder why he stayed a prisoner in camp. There was so much he could have done for the war effort in London, yet he chose to stay when he could have walked out the front gate of camp without anyone noticing. He told me once, not long after the war was over, that he stayed because he believed in the cause he was fighting for. He believed in being free.

Yes, Hogan was the real hero. I was simply the greatest fool there ever was. I didn't know what was going on under my own nose, so I let it be. My foolishness made me a hero though, so I can't complain. Yes, I was a hero. A hero by the name of Klink.