Moffitt finished patching Tully up, and they headed back to the base. Once there, the lieutenant was questioned by General Arnold, the man who had sent the Rat Patrol on their mission. "So, lieutenant, what happened?"

"I was trying to defect the night they came," he gestured toward the Rat Patrol, "but I saw a man by a wall. I thought the colonel had gotten wise to me, and had sent someone to spy on me. I was just going to surprise him, when I realized it was an American soldier. I started to ask him to take him with me, when the colonel caught us. The colonel tried to question him, but he gave no answers. After I had taken him to his cell, the colonel told me I was to pretend I wanted to defect. His plan was to follow us to his other friends. Neither of them knew I was serious about defecting. I thought I had fooled the private, but I realize now that he thought I was faking. He told me we were going to escape during the concert. I told the colonel we were going to escape the next morning instead. I did not know the private was playing both of us."

The general turned to Hitch. "And what is your story?"

"Yeah, I thought he was trying to fool me. I had no idea he was playing two games, until he pulled that gun on the colonel. He helped rescue Troy and Tully from the Krauts." The lieutenant grimaced. "Sorry," apologized Hitch.

The general looked up. "He did what?"

"He got Tully and I out from the Germans," Troy said.

"And you thought that was a good idea to allow a German who you didn't know go in alone and rescue them?"

"We had no other choice, sir," Moffitt explained. "It was too risky for me to go, and Hitch doesn't know German."

The general sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Okay, I can't believe I'm saying this, but you did the right thing." The Rat Patrol glanced at each other and grinned. The general held up a finger. "But, don't think this means you can do it again. Next time, it could end quite differently. I'd would hate to have to lose such good men." He waved a hand. "You may go now. Get some food and rest. Oh, and Private Pettigrew?"

Tully stopped at the entrance and turned around. "Yes, sir?"

"Go to the hospital and have someone check out that wound. Same goes for your friend."

"I'm going to be fine, sir. Really, I will be."

"Nevertheless, I insist. Sergeants, see to it your privates are looked over."

Troy saluted. "Will do, sir."

The general returned the salute. He went back to his report. He heard one of the privates say, "Come on, Sarge, it'll be fine. I don't need to be looked over."

To which Moffitt responded, "No can do, lad. You're going into that hospital even if I have to carry you." The general shook his head. If only they had more men like them. The war could have been over a long time ago.

The colonel was interrogated and then sent to a POW camp in Kentucky. The lieutenant was flown to England to be further questioned. He had much information of great importance, and helped save many lives. Hitch was given two week's leave, which he put to good use flirting with any pretty woman who came his way.

When he came back, he kept on humming the same tune over and over. Finally, Moffitt asked him about it. "Hitch, what song do you keep humming?"

Hitch scratched his head. "I don't know, Sarge. I'm trying to figure it out myself. It's a nice tune, and I would like to be able to know the name of the song."

"I think I can help you with that, Hitch. The song is none other than the German anthem. Would you like me to sing it for you? I know a few verses."

Hitch groaned. "No thanks, Sarge. I'm good. Boy, first it was 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,' and now this. Hey, Sarge, you'll keep this between us right?"

Troy came up from behind him with Tully. "Keep what between you two?"

"Hitch has the German national anthem stuck in his head," Moffitt very kindly informed him.

Tully laughed. "Really? Can you sing it for us?"

Hitch glared at them. "Certainly not. If you want to hear it, ask Moffitt. Apparently he knows it."

"No, we want to hear you sing it. Come on, Hitch," Tully coaxed. Hitch adamantly shook his head and marched off.

Back in England, the lieutenant was also humming. "What are you humming?" asked his interrogator.

"I believe it is the song 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.' I can't get it out of my head. Would you perhaps know all the verses?"

The man nodded. Soon, the room was filled with the singing of a nursery rhyme. Those who heard them thought it was a new cooperation technique.

Meanwhile, in the POW camp, the colonel was humming "Rule Britannia." He was vastly annoyed. He tried to hum another song, but to no avail. He was greatly ridiculed and made fun of by the other POWs.

Eventually, each man was rid of their song. But by that time, they knew all the words to all the verses. Hitch even managed to learn some German from this experience. This was definitely one mission none of the them would forget.

Author's Note: And it is finally finished. I decided to post the last two chapters on the same day, so AliasCWN could have her completed story. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This was one story that practically wrote itself. If any of you have any questions about the story, feel free to ask them. I'm always available.