Through the spring forest between Stalag 13 and the town of Hamelburg trudged a lonely man in a brown/black (read whatever colour you prefer) leather jacket. Occasionally, he muttered something unintelligible, but mostly, he just went blindly on. On the way to nowhere in particular. Just away.

"Enough is enough," was a line that regularly came up in his mutterings. "I'm going to quit this assignment. I'm going to quit the bloody army. I'm going to quit the whole bloody war!"

But he was disturbed in his morose thoughts by the sight of a red balloon dancing in the sunrays between the trees. It was a beautiful sight, really, and he stopped to watch. And only when the little red dancer began to float down to the ground did he jump forward to catch it - to prevent it from being popped by one of the branches lying around.

Of course there was another card attached to it. Sigh. Well, let's see if this one was any better.

NO ONE CAN WHAT HOGAN CAN

He snorted. "Sure they can. That's why they keep sending in that idiot of a Crittendon, right?" And he read on,


PBA WINNERS IN THE LONG GENERAL CATEGORY

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GOLD

DAILY LIFE IN STALAG 13
by Goldleaf83

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SILVER

WHAT'S IN A NAME
by Snooky-9093

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BRONZE

KÄTZCHEN
by LittleMissSpitfire


He shook his head. "Those are all stories that focus on everyone else. And I know the other guys are mighty important - I'd be the last to deny that. But this is not going to convince me to go back. If they want to keep me on as Papa Bear, they'll have to come with something better than that..."

And he let go of the balloon, and let it float away on the wind, in the direction of Glückenheim...


Author's note: and I'm calling it quits for today, too. There's only a few left: short drama, episode, visiting crossover character, and of course the all-important "best story of 2015"...

Meanwhile, congratulations to all of you who have something to celebrate already!