LONG

It was a long night. The longest yet.

Hogan wished it could be longer. That it would stretch out to give him more time. More time to hope. More time to plan. More time to pray.

More time to say goodbye.

The raspy, shallow breaths from the man in the cot became more laboured. Hogan turned and willed him to keep fighting. To hang on a little longer. Because, with enough time, Hogan could make things right.

But it was no use. He had failed. No amount of time would change that.

The long night ended with a death rattle.


All right. So maybe this is just another Hogan's Heroes Duck Shoot. I'm in a mood, okay?! Not enough sleep and I get murderous, I guess.