Chapter 7
Hammelburg Road,
September 5, 1943, 0145 hours
Hans drove the truck along the Hammelburg road towards Stalag 13. When he reached the disabled truck, he stopped. "This is where they stopped us, Major," he said.
Hochstetter got out of the truck with a flashlight to look around. "Put those tires in the back of the disabled truck," he told his men. "We'll take care of it on the way back to town."
Hochstetter saw the evidence by the side of the road where the Abwher men had stayed hidden, waiting for the truck, but he did not see anything that might have belonged to the waiting men.
Hochstetter got back in the truck. "Go that way," he said, pointing down the road leading away from Stalag 13. "I want to see if we can see anything down there." Hans started the truck and turned down the road that Hochstetter had indicated.
They hadn't traveled far when they saw the abandoned car in the dim headlights of the truck. "Stop right here," Hochstetter told Hans, who stopped the truck. Then he called to the back of the truck. "Everybody out of the truck, and be wary of a trap."
As Hochstetter got out of the truck, the men from the back were jumping out of the truck with their weapons ready, scanning the woods along the side of the road. Hochstetter walked carefully up to the car, with Hans beside him.
"That's the car that stopped us, sir," Hans said.
Hochstetter opened the door and pointed the flashlight at the interior. In the back seat, he saw the two guns that his guards had surrendered. He also saw the shackles that were put on the prisoner before he was taken from Stalag 13. He motioned to Hans to pick everything up.
"Major Hochstetter," Franz said from the road. "Over here."
Hochstetter turned around and saw Franz picking something white off the road. He walked over. Franz looked at it before handing it to Hochstetter. "It's a handkerchief," Franz said. "And it looks like it has blood on it."
Hochstetter shined the flashlight on the cloth. "Yes, I see," he said. "It's probably from the prisoner." He pointed the light at the ground, scanning the road surface. The light reflected off several shiny objects and Hochstetter pointed. "What's this?" he asked.
Franz bent down and picked up the object, and another beside it. As Hochstetter moved the light around, Franz picked up two more objects as the flashlight illuminated them. They searched for more objects, not finding anything more.
Franz stood and came back to Hochstetter, holding out his hand. Hochstetter looked at the objects. "Empty casings," he said. "Looks like they are from a Luger." He took them from Franz and put them in his pocket.
"What do you think, Major Hochstetter?" Franz asked.
"They could have had another car waiting here," he said thoughtfully, looking down the road where they would have driven away. Yes, they could have had another car waiting. Or, it could have been someone from around this area, leaving the car here before heading back to their hiding place ... possibly Stalag 13. If it were Hogan and his men, they would have walked off through the woods back to camp.
Hochstetter looked around. "I wonder if there is any evidence that they walked off through the woods," he said to no one in particular.
"No sir," Hans said. "Not that we can see."
Hochstetter thought for a few moments. "Everyone back in the truck," he yelled at the men. "It's time to pay a visit to our neighborhood Stalag."
Stalag 13,
September 5, 1943, 0230 hours
Hochstetter stormed into camp unannounced. The moment the truck came through the gate, it stopped and all the men got out. Hochstetter ordered two guards to stay at the main gate to prevent anyone from entering or leaving the camp. He motioned for Hans and Franz to come with him and sent the rest to patrol the woods outside of the camp.
He then started towards Barracks 2, where he knew that Hogan and his men were housed. He had reached the door, opened it and turned on the lights to much protest from the occupants by the time that Klink had caught up with him.
"Major Hochstetter," an annoyed Klink said. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Klink, out of my way," Hochstetter ordered. "I'm going to tear this camp apart tonight."
"Major Hochstetter!" Klink started to protest.
Hochstetter motioned for him to keep quiet. "My men were stopped not far from this camp tonight by people claiming to be from Abwher," Hochstetter said. "And the Russian prisoner was taken away. We found the car that they used abandoned nearby as well."
"You mean you let another Russian escape?" Klink asked.
Hochstetter glared at the Kommandant. "No Klink," he said. "This one was taken, and I am going to find him. And, I am going to find that Russian woman too!"
At that moment, Hogan came out from his office, rubbing his eyes. He had heard the last of what Hochstetter had told Klink, but didn't let on. "All right, what's going on here?" he asked. "You know the rules, lights out means lights out." He looked around, and acted as if he just noticed the Germans in the room for the first time. "Kommandant, Major Hochstetter. What are you two doing here?"
"Major Hochstetter is looking for Vladimir," Klink said. "It seems that the Abwher stopped the truck before it got back to town and took Vladimir away."
"Major Hochstetter, did you lose another Russian?" Hogan smirked.
Hochstetter growled and turned to his men. "Search every inch of this place," he shouted. "Find anything incriminating against Colonel Hogan and his men. Start with Hogan's office."
Klink looked shocked, "Major Hochstetter, I must protest!" he said.
"You do that Klink," Hochstetter replied. "And while you are doing that, I will be searching." Hochstetter turned to Hogan. "Colonel Hogan, where were you this evening, around the time my men took this Russian out of this camp?"
Klink started to protest. "Major, I must remind you that no one has ever ..."
"Klink!" Hochstetter bellowed. "Shut up." He turned back to Hogan again. "Well Hogan?"
"I was right here with my men," Hogan replied. "Where else would I be?"
"You could have been on the Hammelburg road with that Russian woman taking the Russian prisoner from my guards," Hochstetter said.
Hogan laughed. "You really do have a good imagination, Major," he said.
Hans and Franz came out of Hogan's office and shook their heads at Major Hochstetter. "Search out here," Hochstetter demanded. He looked at Schultz, standing near the door. "You count the prisoners and see if they are all here," he told Schultz. "Or if there is one extra," he added.
Hogan looked around the barracks. He noticed that Newkirk had moved to sit on the bunk that served as the tunnel entrance. Good move Newkirk. We don't want them to get too thorough in their search and find things they shouldn't.
Hans and Franz went through the barracks, pulling mattresses off the bunks and looking underneath. Schultz was counting the prisoners, who were doing their best to confuse the poor sergeant.
When Hans came to the bunk that Newkirk was sitting on, he ordered him up. "You, move," he said angrily. "I am going to look here now."
Newkirk smiled. "I'd rather you didn't," he said.
Major Hochstetter saw what was going on and came over. "And why don't you want to get up from that bunk?" he asked. "Are you possibly hiding something there that you don't want me to find?"
"It's rather personal, Major Hochstetter," Newkirk said softly.
Hochstetter motioned for Hans to remove Newkirk. Hans grabbed his arm and yanked him off the bunk.
Both Klink and Hogan reacted simultaneously. "Major Hochstetter!" the both yelled.
Hochstetter ignored the protest and pulled the mattress from the bunk. Under the mattress, he saw some paper and picked it up. "What is this?" he asked. He looked at the paper and saw a pinup poster of Betty Grable.
Hogan peered over his shoulder at the poster. "I've been in this place for so long that I can't be sure, but I think that's what they call a woman, Major Hochstetter," Hogan said smiling.
Schultz looked at the poster. "Yes, that's what it is, it's a woman," he said. The men in the barracks laughed.
"I know that," Hochstetter shouted. "What is this doing under the bunk?"
Newkirk stepped forward. "Pardon me Major," he said, wringing his hat in his hands. "You see, the Kommandant won't let us have the real thing in here, so I wanted to keep a picture so that I wouldn't forget what one looked like when the war is over."
Hochstetter looked at the Englander in surprise. "Bah!" he yelled.
Hogan was laughing. "Well Major, it looks like you found your woman after all!" he said.
"This?" Hochstetter said. "I have no use for this!"
"If you don't want it, Major Hochstetter, could I have it?" Schultz asked.
Hochstetter threw the posted on the floor and started walking towards the door. He motioned for his men to follow. "Come with me," he said. "We're going to search the other barracks."
"Schultz," Klink said. "Go with the Major and make sure there is no trouble. I am going to call General Burkhalter about this."
Hogan stepped up to Klink. "Request permission to accompany Schultz. I want to make sure my men are not harmed."
Klink nodded dismissively. "Yes, yes," he said. "Go ahead." Then he turned and left the barracks, heading to his office to make his phone call.
Hogan looked at his men and motioned for them to stay put, but to be ready. Then he and Schultz hurried out of the barracks to catch up with Major Hochstetter.
Stalag 13, Barracks 2
September 5, 1943, 0430 hours
Hogan was back in his barracks, sitting at the table with his men. Hochstetter had searched the camp and found nothing. The frustrated Major had gone back to Hammelburg, but left his men patrolling the woods outside of the camp.
"So what will we do now, Colonel?" Kinch asked. "With Hochstetter's goons in the woods, we can't use the tunnel to get the Russians out of the camp."
"I know, Kinch," Hogan replied. "We'll have to find some other way."
"Could they stay down there until things calm down?" LeBeau asked, bringing over the coffee pot from the stove.
"The longer they are here, the more dangerous it gets," Hogan replied, pouring coffee into his cup. "And besides, Marya says that she has to get Zagoskin back to Moscow soon."
"So we have a real sticky wicket here," Newkirk said.
Hogan nodded. "And it seems to be getting stickier all the time," he said.
Carter yawned. "I'm going to bed, Colonel," he said. "I'm dog tired and I have to pitch in the baseball game tomorrow."
"You mean today," Kinch corrected.
Before Carter could respond, Hogan slapped his hand on the table. "That's it!" he said. "Carter, what a great idea!" Carter looked confused.
The men at the table jumped when Hogan slapped the table. Like Carter, they were all half asleep too. "What is it, Colonel?" Kinch asked.
"Tomorrow is the day when Oskar comes to change the dogs," Hogan replied. "We'll send them out in the truck."
"But he comes at 1400 hours tomorrow," LeBeau said. "It's daylight then. It will be hard to get them into the truck."
"I know," he said. "We need a diversion to get everyone's attention away from the kennel."
"What kind of diversion?" Kinch asked.
"Carter came up with the answer to that one as well," Hogan said.
"I did?" Carter asked, still confused.
"Yes," Hogan replied. "The baseball game is tomorrow. That will be our diversion. Carter, I want to see you and that player from the opposing team, Corporal Roth, at 1200 hours to go over the plan."
"What plan?" Newkirk asked.
"I'll go over it at 1200 hours," Hogan replied. "Right now, everyone get some sleep, we've got a long day tomorrow." Hogan looked at Kinch. "Kinch, come with me. I'm going to inform Vladimir and Marya about the plan. I need you to try to get in touch with Oskar and let him know that he'll have three extra packages tomorrow."
"Right, Colonel," Kinch replied, as he followed Hogan to the tunnel entrance.
Hammelburg, Gestapo Headquarters,
September 5, 1943, 0600 hours
Major Hochstetter had just returned to his office. It had taken a while to fix the tires on the disabled truck. As he sat down, the phone rang. "Hallo," he said. "Major Hochstetter here. Heil Hitler!"
"Heil Hitler, Major. This is Major Wagner in Berlin," the calm voice said.
Hochstetter was annoyed. Major Wagner was the last person he wanted to talk to at this moment. Actually, he didn't want to talk to anybody at this moment. "Did you call back to insult me again, Major?" he asked testily.
A laugh came through the phone line. "While that would amuse me for a little while, Major, I do like to have a little bit of a challenge every once and a while." Wagner said.
Hochstetter muttered something under his breath. Wagner laughed again. "Major, while I can understand your frustration, I assure you that my parents were legitimately married when I was born."
"Major Wagner, I do not have time for this small talk. Did you call for any special reason?" Hochstetter said.
"Yes I did, Major," Wagner said. "I just called to inform you that I just received the report from the team that accepted delivery of the prisoner from Stalag 13."
"You mean that stole the prisoner from me, don't you Major?" Hochstetter queried.
"Let's not quibble over terms," Wagner said. "I just thought you might want to know that the report indicated that the prisoner was killed while trying to escape."
"Is the report credible?" Hochstetter asked.
"I trust my men, Major," Wagner replied. "And my women. Of course it is credible."
"I was told that your men wanted to shoot the prisoner as soon as they took him," Hochstetter said. "I found empty shell casings from a Luger and a bloody handkerchief near the car your men abandoned. I also found the shackles from the prisoner in the car."
"It is hard to escape wearing shackles, Major," Wagner said.
"Are you sure he was killed trying to escape?" Hochstetter asked.
Wagner made a dismissive sound. "It really doesn't matter to me one way or another," Wagner said. "It just means that there is one less person to make trouble in this country. Until we meet again, Major Hochstetter. Heil Hitler."
The line went dead before Hochstetter could reply. Yes, Major Wagner. Until we meet again. Next time I might decide that you are too much trouble and do something about you.
Stalag 13, Tunnels under the camp,
September 5, 1943, 0900 hours
Marya sat with Vladimir and Zagoskin in the small room of the tunnel system under the camp where they had been staying while everything had been happening. Marya was briefing the two on the escape plan to get back to Russia.
"Hogan says we will be leaving camp this afternoon in the dog truck," Marya said. Vladimir nodded, familiar with the procedure.
"Won't the dogs in the truck attack us?" Zagoskin asked.
Vladimir shook his head. "Nyet," he said. "Oskar trains the dogs to be hostile towards the Germans, but not to attack the prisoners."
Zagoskin looked at him in surprise. "But wouldn't the Germans catch on after a while?" he asked.
Vladimir shook his head again. "Nyet," he replied. "The guards don't want to go near the dogs if possible, and we know the commands to have the dogs growl and bark at us when necessary."
Zagoskin shook his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable," he whispered.
Vladimir turned his attention to Marya. "What happens after we leave camp?" he asked her.
"We will leave Oskar's house as soon as possible," she said. "The longer we are there, the more danger he is in. I don't want to take a chance of Hochstetter finding out about his connection to Stalag 13."
Vladimir nodded. "Da," he said. "That would be bad for Colonel Hogan's operation."
Marya looked at Vladimir. "Colonel Hogan's operation?" she said. "Not 'our' operation?"
Vladimir looked at her. "Nyet," he said. "I am no longer a part of this operation now."
Marya met his gaze, but couldn't hold it. She looked away quickly. "Once we leave Oskar's house, we will go to a safe house where we can stay indefinitely. I must find the best way to travel back to Moscow. We might have to travel far north or far south to get across the front. If we are lucky, there will be an area of the front where there is little or no fighting and we can cross there."
"So it will not be an easy journey," Vladimir said. It was not a question, for he knew that it would be difficult. The statement was made more for the benefit of Zagoskin.
Marya nodded. "Da," she replied. "It will be difficult at times." She looked at Zagoskin. "Do you think you can handle it?"
Zagoskin nodded. "Da," he responded. "Whatever it takes to get back home. Ever since the Germans captured me and forced me to work on their rocket program, I was ready to go back home."
The room was silent for a moment, the three Russians looking at one another. Finally, Marya looked at Vladimir. "What about you, are you ready to go back home?" she asked.
Vladimir looked back, silent for a moment while thinking of how to respond. Many conflicting feelings swirled through his head. He held her gaze as he finally spoke. "Da, Tovarish Marya," he said. "I will be glad to see home again, although I was also glad to be here in this camp with Colonel Hogan and his men."
Marya nodded, but remained silent. She knew what his statement implied. He would not be leaving the camp if it weren't for her.
"My only worry is what will happen with me once I return," he continued. "I know that returning prisoners are not thought well of."
Marya smiled. The smile surprised Vladimir, as it seemed genuine. "Prisoners that accept their captivity are not thought well of," she said to him. "But those that resist, and continue to fight or cause the enemy harm, are commended."
"But Tovarish Marya, I have been here for a long time," he said. "And this camp has had no successful escapes. No one in Moscow would believe that I did not accept my captivity."
"They would if someone provided a credible account of your activities while in this camp," she said.
Vladimir eyed her curiously, "Would you be that someone?" he asked.
Marya nodded. "Da," she said. "When we return, I will report that you have been in this camp, assisting the infamous Papa Bear in his operation. Since I have had dealings with Papa Bear before, they are aware that I am familiar with his operation. My account will be believed."
"Spasibo, Tovarish," he said. "But if I might ask, why would you do this for me. Not two days ago, you would have me killed."
Marya shrugged. "When I first challenged you, I saw the fear in your eyes," she said. "But I also saw a glimmer of defiance. When you did not challenge me that first time, I took it to mean that you were weak."
Vladimir was silent. Marya seemed to be willing to talk, and he did not want to interrupt.
"That is when I mentioned you to Hochstetter," she continued. "When you and Kinch arrived to escort Zagoskin and me to the camp, I realized my mistake. You were ready to kill me then. This is not the sign of a weak man."
Vladimir nodded. "I would have killed you then, if it were not for Kinch," he said. "For myself, I am not afraid. But you threatened my family, and that I cannot allow."
"This is why I brought your family into this," she said. "It is a good indication of the character of a person. You defend your rodina and you defend your family. And ..." she paused for a moment collecting her thoughts before continuing. "You do so deep in the heart of the enemy's homeland, in an improbable scenario that would mean instant death if discovered." She stopped and looked at Vladimir, smiling broadly. "And this is what I will report, and why I will recommend that you be allowed to continue this kind of work."
Vladimir was shocked. "Continue this kind of work?" he asked. "Where?"
Marya shrugged again. "It is not up to me to decide," she said. "I operate within Germany because I speak fluent German and have a plausible cover story having been in Germany years before the war began. For you, it could be a place like Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, The Ukraine or even Czechoslovakia or Yugoslavia. Do you think you could learn any of the languages?"
Vladimir nodded. "The Slavic languages should be easy to learn to speak," he said. "I already know some Polish. The writing takes a while to get used to, with the different alphabet."
"Da," she said. "Many Slavic languages are similar to Russian and others similar to Polish. They are not hard to learn."
"So this is what I will do?" he asked.
"It is not for me to say," she said. "It is what I will recommend, if it is what you would like to do." She paused, smiling again. "After you visit your family, of course!"
Vladimir smiled. "That is definitely something I want to do!" he responded. "As for the other, I am Russian. I must defend my rodina in the best way possible. I am not much of a soldier, but I have been doing this with Colonel Hogan since I have been here. If it is decided that this is the best way for me to help my country, then this is what I will do."
"That is what I expected you to say," Marya said. "A weak man would have said otherwise." She paused and looked from Zagoskin to Vladimir, noticing the civilian clothes that Vladimir had tailored. "I see that you are all dressed for the journey."
"Da, and a nice fit as well," Zagoskin said nodding towards Vladimir.
"Spasibo," Vladimir responded. "But Tovarish Marya, what about papers?"
"Zagoskin and I will be fine with Hochstetter's travel papers until we get to the safe house," she replied. "Colonel Hogan is having similar papers made for you, though I don't think we will need them. Once we get to the safe house, we will get new identities and papers."
Vladimir nodded. "It seems that we are all set," he said. "I guess there's nothing left to do but to wait until Oskar delivers the dogs."
Stalag 13, Tunnels under the camp,
September 5, 1943, 1030 hours
Vladimir poked his head into the radio room, hoping to find Kinch there. The sergeant was sitting in front of the radio with his headset on, writing something on a piece of paper. He glanced up and noticed Vladimir in the doorway, and motioned him into the room.
Vladimir waited while Kinch tapped out a response to the message in Morse code. When he was finished, he removed his headset and turned the radio off.
"Hello, Sam," Kinch said. "That was Oskar confirming the pickup plans for this afternoon. Did you get the forged travel authorization that I made up for you?"
Vladimir nodded. "Da, we are all ready to go," he replied.
Kinch looked down at the desk in front of him. "You know, this isn't how I pictured us saying goodbye," he said. "I thought we would be leaving camp as the Allies liberated it, yelling, screaming, and slapping each other on the back with promises of future reunions."
"I know," Vladimir answered quietly. "Part of me feels as if I am leaving a job not completed."
"But you are going home to your family now," Kinch said, looking at his friend. "You should be happy."
"I am happy about that," Vladimir said. "But I am also leaving a family here, and I am sad about that."
The men were silent for a moment, each man lost in their own thoughts. Finally Kinch cleared his throat and said, "Do you know what awaits you back in Russia?"
Vladimir shrugged. "That really depends on others," he replied. "But it seems that I will have Marya's recommendation that I continue to do this sort of work in other parts of German controlled territory, where I could blend in with the native population."
Kinch looked at Vladimir, his eyes wide. "You're joking," he said.
Vladimir shook his head. "Nyet, it is the truth," he responded. "She thinks that I can make a difference there, and will recommend this to those in Moscow."
"Do you think her recommendation will be accepted?" Kinch asked.
"It might," Vladimir replied. "She is operating here in Germany, and knows how the Soviet network operates. You saw the connections that she had available in planning our little rescue operation – Gestapo in Leipzig, Abwher in Berlin. If she was important enough to pull in that kind of support on short notice, then her recommendation may actually be the decision."
Silence returned to the room. Neither man could think of anything to say.
"Who knows," Vladimir said. "If I am doing that kind of work, we may have occasion to meet again before the war is over."
Kinch smiled. "A collaborative mission between the east and west Allies," he said. "Germany wouldn't stand a chance!"
Vladimir laughed and then was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, "Spasibo druzhishe," he said.
Kinch looked back, confused. "Thanks for what?" he asked.
"For making this place welcome for me at the beginning," he said. When Kinch made a dismissive gesture, he added, "No, it is true. At the beginning, I think the others were a little afraid to interact with me because I was different. When they saw how you and I were interacting, they were able to open up as well. I wouldn't have wanted to stay with this operation without that."
Kinch didn't know what to say. He looked back at his Russian friend in silence, and then smiled. "Nichevo," he said, extending his hand towards Vladimir.
Vladimir smiled as they shook hands.
Stalag 13, Barracks 2, Colonel Hogan's Office,
September 5, 1943, 1200 hours
The men were gathered in Colonel Hogan's office to discuss the plan for the diversion. Corporal Bob Roth had come as Hogan had requested.
"What we are looking for is something that will draw all the guards' attention away from the kennel while Oskar is here," Hogan said. "That's when the transfer will take place. And since we have a ballgame this afternoon, we can make use of that."
"But what kind of diversion would the ballgame be?" Corporal Roth asked. "The Germans never pay attention to our games."
"That's true," Hogan agreed. "So we are going to make it so interesting that they can't help but watching."
"How?" Carter asked.
Colonel Hogan described his idea, making sure that both Carter and Roth knew exactly what to do and when it should be done.
When he finished, he looked at Corporal Roth and asked, "Do you think you can do it?"
Roth nodded. "Yes Colonel," he said.
Hogan looked at Carter. "How about you?" he asked.
Carter also nodded. "Piece of pie," he said. He saw Newkirk reach out to smack him on the head and he quickly corrected himself. "I mean, piece of cake, sir."
"Good," Hogan said. "The truck will shield most of the kennel area, which just leaves the guard that will be near the truck. It's usually Schultz, so it shouldn't be too hard to distract him." Everyone around the table laughed. "The only other place that is vulnerable is right outside of Klink's office."
Hogan finished talking and looked around at the men. He smiled and said "Take me out to the ballgame, fellows!"
Hammelburg, Gestapo Headquarters,
September 5, 1943, 1300 hours
Hochstetter had just gotten off the phone with Hans, who was still at Stalag 13. They had found nothing in the woods around the camp but were continuing the search.
The phone rang, and Hochstetter picked up the receiver. "Hallo," he said. "Major Hochstetter here. Heil Hitler!"
"Heil Hitler, Major. This is General Burkhalter," said the voice over the line.
"Hallo, General," Hochstetter said. "What can I do for you?"
"You can start by leaving Stalag 13 alone," was the icy reply.
"General, I can assure you that I have good reason for ..." Hochstetter started to say.
Burkhalter interrupted him. "I know all about the Russian scientist and the White Russian woman," he said sternly.
"Then you know ..." Hochstetter blurt out.
Burkhalter interrupted again. "What I know is that I received a call from Klink early this morning," he said. "And you know how much I hate speaking with Klink."
"Yes General," Hochstetter replied.
"So you understand my irritation," Burkhalter said.
"Ja, Klink is very irritating," Hochstetter agreed.
"And so when he tells me that you are tearing the barracks apart in the middle of the night and leaving Gestapo personnel in camp to harass and intimidate everybody, I get even more irritated," Burkhalter said.
"But General," Hochstetter started again.
"Major, shut up," Burkhalter said in his calmest voice. Hochstetter was silent.
"I was in a staff meeting this morning with Herr Himmler and mentioned my irritation," Burkhalter said and then waited for a response. When Hochstetter stayed silent, he continued, "So you will remove your men from Stalag 13 and leave Klink alone, or the next phone call you receive will be from him. Do I make myself clear?"
"Ja, General," Hochstetter managed to say.
"Good. I will phone Klink this evening. If you do not remove your men soon, I will be irritated again. Heil Hitler, Major." The link clicked as Burkhalter hung up his phone.
Hochstetter let out a low growl as he hung up his receiver. "Someday Klink will pay for all of this," he muttered to himself. "And if I can find the evidence, Hogan will pay dearly for all he's done." He smiled to himself, "Yes, heads will roll at Stalag 13."