"Aufstehen!" barked the Kraut soldier as the truck stopped. ["Stand up!"]

Jout tried to stand up as fast as he could with his hands handcuffed. He didn't want to risk another bloody lip.

He jumped of the truck and was led inside the building by a rather corpulent Sergeant.

The Sergeant opened the door and announced, "Kommandant, the new prisoner is here"

"Thank you Schultz," said the Kommandant.

He saw the handcuffs and added, "Schultz, you Dummkopf [1]! Why didn't you remove the handcuffs? Do I have to do everything around here?"

"Sorry, Kommandant," answered Schultz as he hurried to free Jout from his chains.

Then he saluted and left the office quickly.

Jout rubbed his wrist, noticing that there were already two slight red marks.

Klink clapped his hands and declared, "Ah, the Golden Eagle! I have to say, I never had such a famous soldier in my camp"

This is the Kommandant? Hasn't the general said this would be the most escape-proofed POW in all of Germany? I mean, this guy has a monocle, for God's sake!

Klink sat down. "For your information, you are in the toughest Prisoner of War camp in the whole Third Reich. Every attempt to escape is doomed to failure"

That's what you think. I'll show you how escape proof this camp is. If this Schultz guy is any indication of what the other guards look like, then this will be a piece of cake

"You are not very talkative, are you? Well, then, I only need your name, rank and serial number" Klink reached out for a pencil and waited for the prisoner's answer.

Jout came to attention, like always when asked after this kind of information.

"Hogan, Joshua Patrick, 1st Lieutenant, US Army Air Force, 0958731"

Hogan's jaw dropped. The other guys couldn't quite believe what they just heard either.

"Mon dieu! Am I dreaming or did Golden Eagle just say his name is Hogan?"

This can't be true. After all these years?, thought Hogan.

"Hogan? Like Colonel Robert Hogan?" asked a puzzled Klink.

Jout stiffened. "Ahem, yeah, Sir. Do you know him?"

"Know him? He's the Senior POW in this camp. And how are the two of you related?"

This bald guy has to be kidding me. Rob is in this camp? What a great day! Not only that I've been shot down, no, I also have to land in the same camp like Rob

"He is… he is my brother, Sir"

All eyes landed on Hogan.

"Blimey, gov'nor! I didn't know you had a brother"

"And he's also in the Air Force. Have you not known that he is Golden Eagle?" asked Carter.

"I didn't know he was in the military at all," said Hogan, more to himself than to his men.

But before anybody could ask what the Colonel meant by that statement, they heard Klink yelling for Schultz.

"Schultz, take this prisoner to the delousing station, and then place him in Barracks 2. I think our Lieutenant here would like to be in the same barracks as his brother. Am I right, Lieutenant?"

"Sure," lied Jout.

Not really. On my part, I hoped to never see him again

Hogan left his office and made his way to the hidden tunnel entrance. Carter, Kinch, LeBeau and Newkirk went after him. They reached the radio station in time to hear Hogan asking for London.

"What can we do for you?"

"I would like to know why I wasn't informed about Golden Eagle's capture"

There was a short pause.

"How… how do you know about… his capture?" stammered the voice.

"He was just brought to our camp. I ask again, why wasn't I informed?" Hogan was almost yelling.

Carter flinched. He couldn't remember if the Colonel was ever that mad.

This time, another voice answered. "This is General Gallagher speaking. I would like to talk to Golden Eagle. Could you arrange that?"

"He's currently at the delousing station. I'll see what I can do. But could anybody answer my question" Hogan was getting impatient.

"Golden Eagle himself requested if anything would ever happen to him, we should not inform you. It is important that I can speak to him. Orders from the very top"

Hogan sighed. "Understood, Sir. You will be able to speak to him as soon as possible"

Colonel Hogan turned around and saw his men standing behind him.

"Nobody mentions our little operation to him until I say so. Spread the news in the camp"

The guys nodded and climbed up.

Walking beside the Sergeant, Jout made his way over the compound. He had to admit, he never felt as nervous as in that moment. Not even on the day he flew his first bomb raid.

"…brother?"

He was taken back to reality. He looked to the Sergeant who waited for him to answer.

"I'm sorry; I have not listened to you. What was your question?" apologized Jout.

"Who is your brother?"

He tucked his hands deep in his flight jacket's pockets, dropped his gaze and replied, "Robert Hogan. I'm his younger brother, Joshua Hogan"

"The Colonel never mentioned that he had a brother," commented Schultz.

It figures. Why should he talk about me after what he did?

"But I'm just a German guard. I don't know much about any prisoner's family"

"Here we are. Barracks 2. I'm the barracks guard. The other prisoners will tell you everything you need to know, but if there are still any questions, feel free to ask. I mean, just because we have war doesn't mean we shouldn't hold up some courtesy" offered the Sergeant.

"Thank you, I will remember that"

"The Red Cross will send a box with your clothing and personal items. Most of the time it arrives with the next Red Cross packages, so in your case it could be possible that you have your things next week," he explained.

Schultz opened the door and entered the barracks. Jout hesitated, but he followed him inside after a few seconds. After all, he couldn't avoid Rob forever.

Inside the barracks, he saw his brother sitting at a table in the middle of the room, playing cards with three other prisoners. Two other Americans, one looked rather young and one was an African-American.

Thank goodness, at least I'm not the only one who's young

Both were Sergeants. In fact, the only other officer he saw was his brother.

Next to the young Sergeant sat an Englishman who smoked a cigarette and behind Rob stood a short man clothed in a red sweater.

Rob looked up from his cards and saw Jout.

He stood up and walked over to his younger brother.

"Colonel Hogan. This is the new prisoner. But I think you already know him," alleged Schultz.

Schultz turned around and before he left the barracks, he said to Jout, "Just remember what I told you"

Jout nodded and glanced around the barracks. Everyone in the room was staring at him.

Hogan eyed Jout, but didn't say anything.

He felt slightly intimidated, but he forced himself to sound as serious as possible when he greeted. "Long time no see, Rob"

Nobody dared to breathe. The tension between the brothers was unbearable.

Carter wanted to lighten up the mood. Therefore, he jumped off his stool and made his way towards the new prisoner. "I'm Carter, Andrew J. Or Little Deer Who Walks Swift and Sure Through Forrest"

He held out his hand.

Jout shook his hand while introducing himself. "Joshua P. Hogan. You can also call me Josh or Jout; whatever you like better. You're Indian?"

"Sioux," replied Andrew.

Newkirk was the next one to speak. "Peter Newkirk. Did ya just say yer last name is 'ogan?"

They had to act like they didn't know him, since the Colonel ordered not to say anything about the mission. This meant that they weren't allowed to say anything about the coffee pot either.

"Yeah," started Jout.

He pointed to Rob. "I'm his brother"

"I didn't know mon Colonel has a brother. But anyways, my name is Louis LeBeau"

"Welcome to Stalag 13," added Kinch. "How do you like our Kommandant?"

Jout joked, "You mean Klink? Interesting fellow; but I find it strange that no one ever successfully escaped. He doesn't seem to be very bright"

The guys started to laugh, but were interrupted by Hogan. "Well, he has not got his nickname The Iron Eagle for nothing"

He turned to his brother and said, "I would like to speak to you in my office"

He went into the next room and waited for Jout to follow.

[1] Dummkopf – fool, idiot