Barracks two was in turmoil, turned upside down, as the entire contingent of residents, (minus, the Colonel, of course, who as an officer, rarely did any housework, but was instead leaning against the wall, nursing a mug of coffee and supervising) were searching for the missing stack of important papers.

"Leave no stone, unturned," Hogan said between sips. "Or mattress for that matter."

"I can't imagine where it went, Colonel." Olsen was the last one to see the stack which was crucial to an important mission. To everyone's horror, after an unscheduled, sneak roll call, ordered by some big-wig from Berlin, the men returned to the hut, and discovered the vital paperwork was missing. He ran his fingers through his hair, and then caressed his chin. "I left it right there, on top of my bunk." The sergeant patted the lumpy mattress. "It was tied up with string."

"Keep at it." Hogan ordered. "We need to get those out." He walked over to the table and put down his mug. "I'm heading over to Klink's office to see if one of his goons somehow got in here when we weren't looking. In which case, someone is in big trouble." He left the hut, closing the door behind him.

OKAY FOLKS. IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T GUESSED…THE MISSING STACK OF IMPORTANT PAPERS ARE ACTUALLY MORE LETTERS FROM THE CHILDREN BACK HOME. I WANTED TO GET THIS UP, SO THAT WE CAN GET MORE LETTERS IN BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR. WE MAY HAVE NEW READERS, AND I HAVE RECEIVED SOME QUESTIONS IF THE STORY IS STILL OPEN…YOU CAN SEND THEM TO ME BY PM, OR BY EMAIL AT srubin5190atcomcastdotnet. FROM WHAT I CAN REMEMBER, WILSON HAS YET TO TAKE PART.