By: Mercedes
Klink glared at the clock in his office. It was exactly on 7:00 a.m, that meant only one thing to him-roll call.
"Schultz!" Klink's voice bellowed out of his office as he stuck his head out of the window. Nowhere was the big guard that walked around the Luftstalag.
"That's odd, he's usually in here at 6:30 to fetch me breakfast," Klink thought while raising his eyebrow.
Deciding that Schultz was playing a joke on him he decided to get Hogan. As he entered Hogan's barrack there was something odd. The room was cold and the air was cold too. Nobody was there at all.
"Oh no. They all read it! Schultz must have too! Oh great! Now I have to save them! I remembered how I did last time. I remember how I got out." The kommandant had a smirk of unhappiness upon his face.
"Here I go again." Colonel Klink dug his nose into the last entry and read. All of a sudden he was in a loft and found all his heroes.
"Everyone! Wake up! Kommandant Klink is here!" Cheers were given and Schultz even hugged Klink!
Then something ruined the joyful reunion. It was none other than Liesl herself in her ghostly form.
"Hi Liesl, it's me Wilhelm."
"I know."
"Please don't kill yourself-again."
"Why not? I have that choice."
"No you don't. Not if I can change it." Klink took the axe from the rig that she made that didn't work and then went to where the rafters began. Ever so gently and carefully he walked across them, but at a somewhat quick speed. The heroes watched in amazement since this seemed so unrealistic! He got to where the rope was and then cut it in half with the axe. Liesl looked on angrily, first at Wilhelm Klink, then at the heroes.
"I have to let you out of my purgatory. You have got out of it, few have. Do you know what happens to the rest?" Her voice was so demonic it could kill you in an instant if you were caught off guard. Her eyes now had a tinge of red in them. Her face had a maniacal grin and she was coming towards the group with her head hung low and her eyes looking upwards at them.
Suddenly all the heroes, Schultz, and Kommandant Klink were in the barrack. Everyone stared in disbelief that their capture had just saved their lives.
"Kommandant, you're a better man than I thought." Colonel Hogan shook Klink's hand. "Now, after almost being killed, meeting your dead relative, and traveling back in time can I sleep for the rest of the day?"
Klink debated this decision. This wasn't the average situation. Just in the midst of his thinking the door was knocked on harshly and then opened by none other than General Burkhalter.
"Ahh! Klink. I heard you were in your office. I had been looking around quite a bit for you. Funny how just 5 seconds ago I was in here and then I heard a small humming noise and you were in here. Isn't that strange?"
"Yes, yes it is very strange sir!" Klink nodded and put on his fake smile.
"Would you like to explain?"
"No. I really don't wa-"
Klink's words were cut short. "Explain. Now. Or go to the Russian front."
Klink gulped at these words. "We, we were looking for something. My badge fell off. We just found it before you came in. It was my iron cross."
"Mhmm. right. One more move and you know where you'll be going. And you know that you're already on my bad side Wilhelm. Watch out, you never know who your enemies are. Remember this quote-keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer." With that General Burkhalter walked out the door and went back to his car.
"All of you, have you're stupid day off. I'll be in my office if you need me. Dispose of that diary right now. I demand it!"
Once Klink had left Hogan looked at his comrades.
"What do ya' suppose we should do with this?" Hogan's voice rung with curiosity.
"Why not just bury it." Carter shrugged and then went over to his bed where he planned to have a nice long nap.
Klink glared at the clock in his office. It was exactly on 7:00 a.m, that meant only one thing to him-roll call.
"Schultz!" Klink's voice bellowed out of his office as he stuck his head out of the window. Nowhere was the big guard that walked around the Luftstalag.
"That's odd, he's usually in here at 6:30 to fetch me breakfast," Klink thought while raising his eyebrow.
Deciding that Schultz was playing a joke on him he decided to get Hogan. As he entered Hogan's barrack there was something odd. The room was cold and the air was cold too. Nobody was there at all.
"Oh no. They all read it! Schultz must have too! Oh great! Now I have to save them! I remembered how I did last time. I remember how I got out." The kommandant had a smirk of unhappiness upon his face.
"Here I go again." Colonel Klink dug his nose into the last entry and read. All of a sudden he was in a loft and found all his heroes.
"Everyone! Wake up! Kommandant Klink is here!" Cheers were given and Schultz even hugged Klink!
Then something ruined the joyful reunion. It was none other than Liesl herself in her ghostly form.
"Hi Liesl, it's me Wilhelm."
"I know."
"Please don't kill yourself-again."
"Why not? I have that choice."
"No you don't. Not if I can change it." Klink took the axe from the rig that she made that didn't work and then went to where the rafters began. Ever so gently and carefully he walked across them, but at a somewhat quick speed. The heroes watched in amazement since this seemed so unrealistic! He got to where the rope was and then cut it in half with the axe. Liesl looked on angrily, first at Wilhelm Klink, then at the heroes.
"I have to let you out of my purgatory. You have got out of it, few have. Do you know what happens to the rest?" Her voice was so demonic it could kill you in an instant if you were caught off guard. Her eyes now had a tinge of red in them. Her face had a maniacal grin and she was coming towards the group with her head hung low and her eyes looking upwards at them.
Suddenly all the heroes, Schultz, and Kommandant Klink were in the barrack. Everyone stared in disbelief that their capture had just saved their lives.
"Kommandant, you're a better man than I thought." Colonel Hogan shook Klink's hand. "Now, after almost being killed, meeting your dead relative, and traveling back in time can I sleep for the rest of the day?"
Klink debated this decision. This wasn't the average situation. Just in the midst of his thinking the door was knocked on harshly and then opened by none other than General Burkhalter.
"Ahh! Klink. I heard you were in your office. I had been looking around quite a bit for you. Funny how just 5 seconds ago I was in here and then I heard a small humming noise and you were in here. Isn't that strange?"
"Yes, yes it is very strange sir!" Klink nodded and put on his fake smile.
"Would you like to explain?"
"No. I really don't wa-"
Klink's words were cut short. "Explain. Now. Or go to the Russian front."
Klink gulped at these words. "We, we were looking for something. My badge fell off. We just found it before you came in. It was my iron cross."
"Mhmm. right. One more move and you know where you'll be going. And you know that you're already on my bad side Wilhelm. Watch out, you never know who your enemies are. Remember this quote-keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer." With that General Burkhalter walked out the door and went back to his car.
"All of you, have you're stupid day off. I'll be in my office if you need me. Dispose of that diary right now. I demand it!"
Once Klink had left Hogan looked at his comrades.
"What do ya' suppose we should do with this?" Hogan's voice rung with curiosity.
"Why not just bury it." Carter shrugged and then went over to his bed where he planned to have a nice long nap.
