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THIS CHAPTER IS FOR ALL THE CHET FANS!

Sergeant Chet Morton listened carefully as his leader detailed instructions. They were to march through this ditch and up into the forest beyond, hacking their way through, where they would meet with another American regiment. He wondered how Frank, Joe, Biff, Phil, and Tony were doing. He hoped they were all safe.

It really was amazing, how in the course of a year and a half he was now a soldier, halfway across the world in Italy. Why, he'd even made Sergeant, following a tense battle in France. He still couldn't believe that it was all true. Certainly, he had been lucky...His thoughts were interrupted by a shout.

"Hey! There's a corpse in this ditch, and it's in a uniform like ours!"

Within minutes, they were crowded around. The soldier wore an American uniform, and the bars indicated he was a Private First Class. He was filthy- he even had dirt in his blond crew cut, and his arm was a bloody, twisted mess. It looked like he'd been shot, and the wound had been infected. One of the medics from their company scrambled down into the mud to examine him. He suddenly straightened.

"Lieutenant, Sergeant, come here! He's got a pulse! The kid's not dead, just unconscious. Looks like he got shot and took a real beatin'."

As he turned the soldier to look at his arm, his name badge caught Chet's eye.

The badge read 'Hardy'.

He hurried over. Blonde crewcut, a tall, slim build... it couldn't be Joe. Why would he be out here, alone? Chet took a closer look.

It was Joe.

"Lieutenant Read? This soldier, I know him! This is one of my friends from home, Joe Hardy!"

The older man nodded and motioned for Chet to come closer to him so they wouldn't be overheard. "Do you have any idea why he'd be out here, alone?"

Chet considered this. "No...but, wait! What if he was running spy missions? He was always very interested in detective work- and very good at it, too."

Lieutenant Read nodded. "Hmm... this is a very interesting development. Chet?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Don't speak to anyone of this. I'll get in touch with the espionage department."

"Alright."

"Good. Instruct the medics to bring him to the infirmary and care for him there, if they haven't already. I'm going to talk to headquarters at once."

"Yes sir."

Chet relayed the instructions and then headed back to Lieutenant Read. "They're treating him in the infirmary, sir. Any news from HQ?"

"Yes. Apparently he was on a mission and met with foul play."

"So- he is a spy?"

"Chet, no one knows, not even his family. He's been missing for three days now, and was reported missing in action. They can't and won't tell his family anything about what he's doing. However, we can give them the happy news that he's alive. We're supposed to care for him, and the British HQ are sending someone out to bring him back."

"Britain? We're in Italy!"

"Exactly. The espionage headquarters in London are sending spies all over Europe. All the dots connect, but we can't tell anyone,all right? For now, let's just say you have a very brave friend."

Chet smiled a little. "Alright. Can I see him now?"

"By all means. But remember, speak of this to no one."

Chet nodded and practically ran out the door and to the medic's tent.

Joe was propped up against a pillow on a rather uncomfortable looking, rickety arm was being cleaned and examined by the medics and a nurse, but when he saw Chet, he brightened.

"Chet! Chet Morton!"

One of the medics playfully admonished, "Don't you mean Sergeant Morton?" Joe nearly fell off the cot. Chet grinned. "Hey, Joe."

Joe stared at him. "Hey yourself, Sergeant Morton!"

They both laughed before launching into a flurry of conversation. Finally, Chet asked,"So, what happened to the arm?"

"Got shot, I guess. How long was I out?"

One of the medics answered, "Apparently three days. You're awful lucky it wasn't longer. Another day or two, the arm would be so infected, you'd be running the losing it. Even now, you'd better rake it easy. In fact, I'd recommend seeing a doctor back in the States or London, whichever one is closer to your regiment. Say, what happened? Why were you alone out there?"

"Ah..."

Joe rubbed his good hand tiredly over his face. Finally he said, "Look, guys. I'm awfully sorry, but it's confidential. But I can assure you that it was terribly exciting."

They both nodded. Then Joe asked, "Did my family know I was hurt?" Chet nodded.

"Apparently, you were reported missing in action."

Joe groaned. "Aunty's gonna have my head for worrying them so much."

Chet bobbed his head. "They even sent a message to Frank, I believe."

"Well, they're certainly very efficient at spreading bad news."

Joe appeared tired, and Chet decided to cut the visit short.

"See you soon, buddy."

"You too, Chet! Great to see you!"

Joe was already sleeping when Chet left.