An Aussie in their midst, Chapter 3- Sunburn?
Summary- Hogan has an escape to stop, but how?
Authors note- Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy! P.S I'm about as sunburnt as Freed-Cot, (even though I slip, slop slapped!) Just thought I'd share that with everyone!
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Colonel Hogan sat at the table trying to think of a way to get Freed-Cot not to escape. He had about 5 hours to do it. Hogna had decided that just sending out Carter with him wasn't good enough. They had to keep the Aussie in camp. The corporal was very clever, and he might be hard to get re- captured, even if Carter was with him.
London had said that they couldn't verify Freed-Cot yet, Hogan and his men had to wait another day or two while they got in contact with the Australian government.
What could he say to Freed-Cot to get him to postpone his escape, even to tomorrow night? Hogan decided that 'I'm sorry, you have to wait until London clears you' might not work, neither would 'we have a no escape's policy'. He had to come up with a serious reason. Hogan was about to go see if he could get Klink to double the patrols that night or something sinister when there was a knock at the door of the barracks.
"Come in" called Hogan, his mind still trying to come up with an idea.
Corporal Steve Freed-Cot entered the barracks, looking like he had been painted red all over his face, arms and legs.
"Sir, can I have a sec?"
Hogan waved at the bench opposite him, "Sure, sit down."
"Sir, is it possible that we can postpone the escape until tomorrow night?" Years of poker playing were the only thing that kept Colonel Hogan's face straight.
"Why?" he managed to choke out, before the urge to start singing 'Halleluiah' became to strong and he shut his mouth.
"Well you see sir, the pommies* were playing cricket and I had to get in there to show them how it was done. Except, I in such a hurry I forgot to slip, slop, slap**. And now I'm so burnt I can barely move. I'd be a bloody idiot to give it a bash*** getting out tonight. I should be better by tomorrow, and even if I'm not, I'm goin' anyway." He paused and gave Hogan a sort of lopsided grin, then stopped because his face was burnt to much for that kind of exertion.
"You know mate, I still can't believe that I'm the first cab off the rank getting out of here."
Hogan gave him a confused look.
"Sorry mate, I'm talking bush again. I mean I'm the first one to try escaping."
Hogan grinnined as he realised he had an opportunity to talk off the escape. "Oh, others have tried but our fearless commandant stops every escape attempt. There's never been a successful escape from stalag 13, and I'm starting to think there never will be." Hogan's depressed speech did nothing to dampen the excited corporal's spirits.
"You've whipped the cat**** sir! Just because some men got stopped doesn't mean we all will! I'm gonna keep trying to get out of here until I either get back to cactus*****, or I rattle the pan!******"
Hogan gave an enormous internal groan. He hadn't completely understood what the corporla was saying, but the tone of his voice said he was just going to keep trying to escape until he got away. Hogan was going to have to think of something else. "I'll reschedule the escape for tomorrow corporal." He said, standing up and heading over to the stove for some coffee, "I hope your sunburn has gone down a bit."
"So do I mate!" Freed-Cot exclaimed feverently, as he opened the door and left the barracks.
Hogan went back to trying to find a way to call off the escape completely, glad that he now had more time to do it.
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Sorry it's short! Please review!
* Pommies- English
** slip, slop, slap -I'm pretty sure they use this everywhere but anyway, -slip slop slap are the three rules of being out in the sun (drilled into all us Aussies from birth) slip on a shirt, slop on some sunscreen and slap on a hat.
*** give it a bash- have a try
****whipped the cat- given up.
***** Back to cactus- get back home
****** rattle the pan- die.
Summary- Hogan has an escape to stop, but how?
Authors note- Thanks for the reviews! Enjoy! P.S I'm about as sunburnt as Freed-Cot, (even though I slip, slop slapped!) Just thought I'd share that with everyone!
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Colonel Hogan sat at the table trying to think of a way to get Freed-Cot not to escape. He had about 5 hours to do it. Hogna had decided that just sending out Carter with him wasn't good enough. They had to keep the Aussie in camp. The corporal was very clever, and he might be hard to get re- captured, even if Carter was with him.
London had said that they couldn't verify Freed-Cot yet, Hogan and his men had to wait another day or two while they got in contact with the Australian government.
What could he say to Freed-Cot to get him to postpone his escape, even to tomorrow night? Hogan decided that 'I'm sorry, you have to wait until London clears you' might not work, neither would 'we have a no escape's policy'. He had to come up with a serious reason. Hogan was about to go see if he could get Klink to double the patrols that night or something sinister when there was a knock at the door of the barracks.
"Come in" called Hogan, his mind still trying to come up with an idea.
Corporal Steve Freed-Cot entered the barracks, looking like he had been painted red all over his face, arms and legs.
"Sir, can I have a sec?"
Hogan waved at the bench opposite him, "Sure, sit down."
"Sir, is it possible that we can postpone the escape until tomorrow night?" Years of poker playing were the only thing that kept Colonel Hogan's face straight.
"Why?" he managed to choke out, before the urge to start singing 'Halleluiah' became to strong and he shut his mouth.
"Well you see sir, the pommies* were playing cricket and I had to get in there to show them how it was done. Except, I in such a hurry I forgot to slip, slop, slap**. And now I'm so burnt I can barely move. I'd be a bloody idiot to give it a bash*** getting out tonight. I should be better by tomorrow, and even if I'm not, I'm goin' anyway." He paused and gave Hogan a sort of lopsided grin, then stopped because his face was burnt to much for that kind of exertion.
"You know mate, I still can't believe that I'm the first cab off the rank getting out of here."
Hogan gave him a confused look.
"Sorry mate, I'm talking bush again. I mean I'm the first one to try escaping."
Hogan grinnined as he realised he had an opportunity to talk off the escape. "Oh, others have tried but our fearless commandant stops every escape attempt. There's never been a successful escape from stalag 13, and I'm starting to think there never will be." Hogan's depressed speech did nothing to dampen the excited corporal's spirits.
"You've whipped the cat**** sir! Just because some men got stopped doesn't mean we all will! I'm gonna keep trying to get out of here until I either get back to cactus*****, or I rattle the pan!******"
Hogan gave an enormous internal groan. He hadn't completely understood what the corporla was saying, but the tone of his voice said he was just going to keep trying to escape until he got away. Hogan was going to have to think of something else. "I'll reschedule the escape for tomorrow corporal." He said, standing up and heading over to the stove for some coffee, "I hope your sunburn has gone down a bit."
"So do I mate!" Freed-Cot exclaimed feverently, as he opened the door and left the barracks.
Hogan went back to trying to find a way to call off the escape completely, glad that he now had more time to do it.
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Sorry it's short! Please review!
* Pommies- English
** slip, slop, slap -I'm pretty sure they use this everywhere but anyway, -slip slop slap are the three rules of being out in the sun (drilled into all us Aussies from birth) slip on a shirt, slop on some sunscreen and slap on a hat.
*** give it a bash- have a try
****whipped the cat- given up.
***** Back to cactus- get back home
****** rattle the pan- die.