Ultion: n. revenge
Hogan was a valuable resource, and London knew it. Sure, he made the most ridiculous requests for supply drops, but he also got results like no other, so London did whatever they could to see that the crazy American succeeded.
But now the war was over, and Papa Bear had come home to their den.
"What is this?" Hogan asked, surprised, when an unknown man joined in their debriefing, tilted the Colonel's chair back, and whipped a blanket around him lightning fast.
"Hogan, my boy," said General Butler in a friendly tone, "that hair of yours is simply not regulation."