Disclaimer: I think its on chapter three.

"Get up," the man yelled at Hogan Gun unwavering from where it was pointed. Hogan slowly rose to his feet then tripped pulling out his gun in the same movement and pointed at the other man from where he layed on his back.

"Shoot and I shoot you," the younger man said to Hogan in German.

"Okay," Hogan replied back in German, he moved his gun to the man laying on the ground unconscious. "You shoot and I shoot him, but let's make sure it doesn't come to that, shall we, now move back a step."

Hogan kept his eyes on the younger man, or should he say boy, he was about fifteen years old, the uniform that he wore was well worn and to large for him, Hogan believed that the boy probably hadn't even seen battle. That was until Hogan saw the cold look in the boy's eyes. The man was willing to fire the weapon if it can to that.

The boy stepped back and Hogan stood never talking his eyes off him.

"How long have you been in the army?" Hogan asked as they stood there, both unwilling to lower his weapon.

"Six months," the boy said shortly. "What army are you part of." The boy asked looking Hogan's uniform over.

"The American army." Hogan told him, sticking to the truth would be the best tactic. "How old are you?

"Sixteen next month." The boy answered looking at Hogan uncertain.

"Do you have any family?" Hogan asked keeping the conversation going.

"Yes a mother and a brother, my father was killed two months ago." The boy looked down then up quickly. Hogan shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Do you want to see your family again?" Hogan asked taking a step forward.

"Yes I do, but if you take one more step you wont be seeing yours," the boy's finger tightened on the trigger of the gun and Hogan stopped moving.

"If you lower the gun I will let you go I won't hurt you," Hogan told the boy, standing still.

"I don't believe you," the boy's finger tightened on the trigger and Hogan's heart skipped a beat if the boy tightened the trigger any more he was going to shoot him.

"Okay, look I'm going to lower my weapon to the ground, right?" Hogan told him slowly bending down and placing the weapon on the ground. Hogan nodded in satisfaction as the boy released the trigger, but he didn't lower the weapon.

Hogan had done the only thing he could think of, Hogan then looked passed the boy seeing Conner stepping closer to the boy. Hogan then quickly looked back to the boy before he got suspicious.

"What were you doing out here?" the boy asked. Weapon still raised and finger lying lightly on the trigger.

"I escaped from stalag 13," Hogan said, Conner was now four feet behind the boy.

"Where did you get the gun?" the boy asked.

"I stole it from one of the guards." Hogan told him, Conner was now right behind the boy, he raised a rock and then brought it down on the boy's head with a sicking thud. The boy staggered to the left, then did the unthinkable he fired the weapon.

The gun shot echoed around the forest as the boy fell to the ground.

Hogan felt the bullet rip through his shoulder and fire burned down his side, he fell back from the impacted and landed on his back.

His head hit a rock and he closed his eyes as pain washed through him. He felt some one close to him but he kept his eyes closed.

***

Newkirk ran as fast as he could to where he had heard the gun shot come from. Fear made him cover the distance in a record time and without tripping. He was afraid that he was going to come across the body of Hogan or Conner.

He could see a light ahead and ran faster he came upon the clearing and stopped in shock.

Conner was on the ground and was bending over a figure on the ground.

Newkirk ran up to him as his heart beating faster and faster, then stopped when he saw who was laying on the ground.

"What happened?" Newkirk asked falling to his knees next to Conner, and looked down at the pained face of his commanding officer and friend. The man was bleeding from the wound in his shoulder.

"The boy shot him," Conner told him shortly. Tearing off a part of his shirt and tying it around the wound. "Go back and get the bags there might be some bandages in them."

Newkirk numbly stumbled back to their camp and grabbed the bags of supplies.

***

"Colonel Hogan, Colonel."

Hogan opened his eyes, he hadn't passed out like Conner had first thought; he had just shut his eyes against the pain in his shoulder. Hogan slowly sat up holding his left arm close to him, wincing at the pain.

"Colonel Hogan we have to move, sir." Conner told him. Hogan nodded once.

Conner put his right arm around the officer and pulled him up trying not to put the man in any pain.

"That's okay I can walk." Hogan told him pushing him away

"Newkirk went to get the bags," Conner told the officer. Hogan nodded his head once then went over to the boy and bent down, a dizzy spell hit him and he swayed slightly. He then checked the boy pulse, it was normal and he should be waking up soon.

Hogan slowly rose to his feet again. He heard heavy foot steps behind him; he quickly swirled around, just as his head did the same thing. He found Newkirk who looked very pale. A wide smile spread across the man's face when he saw Hogan standing.

"Got the bags." He told them, then passed over one of them to Conner. "Where to now?"

"There is a safe house with a radio about two kilometres away from here, that way." Hogan told then and pointed to his left.

"What about them?" Newkirk asked pointing at the boy and the older soldier.

"They should be fine, they will be waking up soon, let's go before they do." Hogan said, already walking in the direction he had pointed to, holding his left arm close to him.