August 11
The Barracks – 1120 Hours

Well, Nitlz has had his quick trial here (it was in the Recreation Hall – we listened through our bug in there – and was it a riot) and that firing squad is just wiping the filth off its dusty guns. Nitlz is to die at sunup two days hence on Burkhalter's orders. He has been guilty of treason against the Third Reich – conspiring and using Allied prisoners to his usage – and misusing his command. The latter charge isn't that much of a charge, more of a slap on the wrist, but the former will have him killed.

Our other trouble, the double agent Jozef von Rumey, meanwhile, has been giving us so much trouble that we have been keeping him unconscious and tied up though it hurts me to do that. I mean, a little hitting him in the face won't hurt (according to Newkirk). I like the more merciful method: putting a sleeping pill in his water. I don't want to hurt him more than he already is (I think hitting him once is enough). I also try to stay away from him after putting him to sleep. Yes, he's related to me (it took me a while to accept it) and has even believed the lies about me. He even had to decency to say yesterday, "Jewish bitch, you killed my father!" before LeBeau put the water glass to his mouth. Who else but my family (and the rest of Germany in league with them) call me that? And, he has the name and heritage of von Rumey's family on him. He is really George's son.

Rob isn't happy about the way things are going, though. He keeps pacing his quarters or the barracks' main room. When Kinch or somebody in his crew asks him what bothers him, he gives that faraway look of his and says, "Nothing." It stills worries them.

I'm becoming concerned about Rob. Just this morning, when we woke for roll call, I ordered that he see me when roll call is over, something I rarely do (order, I mean). You know the remark that he gave me? "Desertstar, you can't cure stupidity." He put on his bombers' jacket and hat and went out the door without a single hair brush or quick shave.

Stupidity, what about it? We just bagged some pain in the ass Kraut captain and he thinks about himself as not thinking clearly? What's going on here? Worse, today he has ordered me not to come to his quarters today, not even when it's bedtime. Now, where am I to sleep tonight? The floor looks comfortable to me, but it's dirty from a lack of cleaning and the men aren't good about it.

"Gov'ness, I'd gladly let you have my bunk 'onight," Newkirk offered. I think I'll decline all offers until this has been solved (I'll even sleep on the floor if it comes to that, dirty or not). It makes my head spin just thinking about it. I think I'll sneak in and talk to Nitlz for a while and ask him about something that's been bothering me. Something has got to give.

Kinch just came up to me and said Rob went into Klink's office. Come to think about it, I have some work to do. I need some answers to questions that I've been wondering since seeing Nitlz lucid. I need to see Nitlz and Schultz is not going to let me through unless I had some of great worth. I think I have to use some bribery and force to get my way.

Later – Afternoon
Outside Klink's Office – 1515 Hours

I just finished talking with Nitlz in the cooler. He thought that I was Mother, so I played along with him to get information. Boy, did I get some. He explained to me some personal things that have been bothering me of late and I had some answers. He knew where he was in a way (prison), it was just that he thought it was on another plane or a different place. It was how I described earlier: he wanted out of his agony. The cooler and his trial and death sentence didn't register with him at the time.

It pretty much answered some questions I've had for a long time about Mother and the small nagging voices in the back of my mind. Rob was right. We have to get him out of there before his execution! We were playing with the wrong person at the wrong time and we just used him to get out for a mission (it was stupid, I'll admit it). We just had to make him disappear someplace safer, not have him killed off by the Krauts. I was so stupid to think that we were on the right track. If only we could spring him now. Damn, I can't think anymore. I have to find Rob and construct some plan to get Nitlz out of there and into a camp or an institution in England. I don't wish to discuss my discoveries of Nitlz and Mother right now. It is too disturbing.

Oh, no…Carter is cleaning up the camp, through Klink's orders, and those kid guards are starting to rough him up. I'd better stop them before anything happens. I owe Carter that much. He needs to get out of trouble and somebody's gotta be there for him. Let's see what I can do now.