I almost didn't write this final section, so I hope it turns out alright. Let me know what you think! :D
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"Colonel?"
"Yes Kinch?" Hogan stood focused at his desk where he was starring over a map of the roads and bridges leading over the Fränkische Saale.
"We just got a shipment of blankets from that school O'Brian's friend works at." Kinch shifted his weight from foot to foot, as Hogan paused a moment and started to roll up the maps.
"Oh good. Set most of them aside for when our guests come through. A couple can go in the Infirma-"
"Colonel?"
"Yes Kinch?" Hogan turned towards his second in command, surprised at being interrupted.
"There is one for you."
"For me?" Hogan was slightly curious and amused. Chuckling to himself at what this blanket for him could possibly look like he followed Kinch out into the common room. There sitting on the table was indeed boxes of blankets. Each blanket had a letter associated with it, and one had Hogan's name on it.
Hogan opened the letter, reading it quickly. Setting it down, he looked at the blanket. Sewn in a fashion that would make Newkirk proud, was a beautiful checkerboard, Red, White, and Blue pattern quilt. Alternating on each square in gold letter were the words: ANGEL BU, and AND KE. Hogan licked his lips and tried to swallow. He was truly and deeply touched, having immediately figured out the coded message. Kinch didn't miss the look in his CO's eyes.
"Why don't you keep that one in your room, Colonel. You don't have the stove, it gets awfully cold in there, you could use another blanket."
"Thanks Kinch. I… I think I will." Hogan picked up the blanket and the letter moving on autopilot to his room. Once inside with the door shut, he tacked the letter up on his wall next to his pictures of home, and spread the blanket out across his bed, giving it a cosy look. It's not home, but then again, home is what you make it. You can be miserable, or happy, and while I'm in a miserable situation, I choose to be happy. Hogan and Rike realised mutually an ocean apart. Hogan smiled, and sat down on his new blanket and began to write an overdue letter to his family.