By: Mercedes

Hogan sat in the bunks. The last few people were playing cards and most had left and gone back to their given barracks. Just as Hogan was thinking of the diary and if Klink would really translate is Schultz came bustling in.

"Hogan, Herr Kommandant would like to see you."

"I knew that old' Klink would come through one time or another," thought Hogan. "Coming Schultz!"

"Hey Hogan, what does that bloody kommandant want with ya' now?" Newkirk asked in his English accent between a hand of cards.

"Just something that I asked him to do for me, a favor between Colonels." Hogan disliked being questioned from the heroes when it came to doing business with Klink. Col. Hogan walked out of the barrack and proceeded across the compound until he reached the door of Klink's office. He gave a brisk three knocks and then decided to just go on in himself.

"Ah! Hogan! Well, I've done your request. I just warn you, some of the stuff in there is quite eccentric."

"That's alright Colonel." Then a thought struck Hogan that he'd been thinking earlier that day.

"Hey, uh, Klink, how did you know about what happened to that little girl, and all those details?"

Klink settled down at his desk. "Well, they were family."

Hogan's eyes bugged out for a moment. "Family did you say?"

Klink's face saddened. "Yes I'm afraid so. I don't know what they were to me, but I know that my mother was very upset about the whole ordeal. I think that the mother and her may have been second cousins or something. Now go on to your barracks and take the book with you." Col. Klink nearly shoved him out of his office.

Hogan found himself up late that night. He positioned himself so that he could read by moonlight. It was not easy even with the small amount of light. Klink's handwriting was horrible! Hogan remembered Klink saying that there were some eccentric things in there, but so far Hogan had found none. Just as he thought Klink was pulling his leg he knew what old' Klink meant.

"I will get revenge. I do not like my parents. They are nothing but worthless cockroaches to me. They are nothing. Everything I have gotten I earned myself. First I will kill myself. I am their everything, they are my nothing. I have many plans. One plan is that I will take the axe from the barn and set up a rigged system so that I can lie down and pull a string resulting in my own beheading. Second choice is I will take a cutting knife from the drawer and slit my main arteries. The third and last choice is that I will set up a noose from the high rafters in the barn. I will pull the rope over and slide it over my neck. Then I will jump from the loft and swing my way into death and out of my parent's lives. The first thing that my father will see is my dead body suspended in mid-air in the middle of the barn. I can't wait to stare death right in the face and laugh. Live is okay, death is better. I know that my parents will read this; I will make sure that I guard this with my dead soul. My soul will live in it. Who ever reads this will come pay me a visit. Auf wiedersehen my writing, tonight I will perform my trick. I'm going out with a last request to anyone who reads this. Read this and visit me, I think I will be lonely in my self- purgatory."

Hogan froze with fear as he looked at the page as if it were crazy. Klink dated the translations. This was dated June 15th. By the date on the side of the wall, it was June 15th. "Odd, I had never seen that there before. and I just happened to find it on June 15th," Hogan's brain was racing with ideas. Then his thoughts were interrupted.

"Hey Colonel, what is that bloody book that you're holding?" Newkirk stepped forward to Hogan.

"Today I found this old diary of a weird girl who used to live here. One of Klink's relatives. She went crazy." Hogan watched as Newkirk read the page describing how the girl planned her night.

"This gal was crazy, then again, she was related to Klink."

Pretty soon all of the heroes had read it and then Schultz came in to investigate what all the muttering was about. It only took a few moments for enough noise to erupt to make Schultz come over to see what was happening.

"What is this?" Schultz looked shocked. He flipped through it and whispered something in German. The room got cold and although it was almost July, the heroes, and Schultz could see their breath. Everything looked the same. Nothing had changed in the barrack, physically.