The British soldier was brought into Klink's office, clearly stunned about what had just happened. The camp did not look familiar to him, nor did the uniforms that the people were wearing in camp. Klink noticed that the soldier wasn't responding, and was stunned, so he got Schultz to go and get water to splash on his face.
"Why aren't you responding to me?!" The Kommandant said to him, after he splashed the water on his face. "What in Heaven's name…." The soldier finally responded, confused why Klink was asking him this. Klink was surprised a bit that he had answered him. "Where am I? Why am I in this room?"
The Kommandant cleared his throat, and then he began to speak to him. "You, sir, are in Stalag 13, the toughest Prisoner of War Camp in all of Germany."
The soldier, a general, seemed a bit confused at that. "What country is named Germany?" This confused the Kommandant even more. The soldier then looked over at the map that was on Klink's wall. "You say this is Germany, hmm? What happened to Prussia?"
Klink did not expect the soldier to be asking these questions. He sighed. "Prussia has not existed since 1918 as a monarchy, sir. It's a state now. There was Prussia, then the German Empire, 1871, and then The Third Reich, 1933. This is Germany, sir. There was a Weimar Republic, but that of course is not included in our history, due to its….problems."
The soldier was confused. "I thought it was the year 1801. Napoleon Bonaparte was first consul~ Klink cut him off. "He became Emperor of France in 1804, ruling until 1814, and then again briefly in 1815. Why are you talking like this? Are you in good health?" Meanwhile, Hogan and the gang were trying to listen in to Klink's office, but the coffee pot wasn't working.
"We can't hear a thing on this coffee pot, Kinch." Hogan said to Kinch. "Well, don't look at me! People are still using this thing to make coffee and it is ticking me off! Can we get something else to listen in on the conversation with?" Kinchloe, agitated, asked Hogan. "I'll think about it. I'm guessing I'll just have to head over there myself."
"Of course I'm in good health..um…~" Klink quickly responded. "Colonel Wilhelm Klink." The soldier got the idea. "Klink. I'm in good health. I am a General, sir." He stated to the commandant. "A General, huh? Schultz, get Colonel Hogan." Hogan, however, arrived before Schultz could do so, having started over, wondering who it was. "Sir, I want to know who this is."
"General John Wellington." The soldier said, though he was clearly lying. "So, who is this..um…Colonel?" Klink gladly told him. "That, General, is the now previous Senior Prisoner of War officer." Hogan shook his hand, wondering why he was wearing the strange, out-of style uniform.
"Dismissed, Hogan and Wellington." The soldier, however, stayed behind. "There's something I need to discuss, Colonel." He'd say to Klink. "John Wellington is not my true name…uh…is Hogan American?" Klink nodded his head. "Alrighty. This is not the era I am in or from. This is undoubtedly hard to explain but…"
"But what?" Klink asked him. "I am General Benedict Arnold. General of the British Army of George III." Benedict Arnold explained to Klink, who was stunned. "Who is the King of England now, since I'm so far off from my own era?" Klink was shocked. Now he knew who this soldier was. He was the most infamous traitor to the United States during the American Revolution.
"Uh….uh….George VI…successor to uh…..George V…." Klink said, stuttering a little bit at this." Klink was genuinely concerned. Benedict Arnold was here in this time period. Was Napoleon Bonaparte going to return as well? Was George Washington coming back, too? He wondered that in his mind, since, as a Catholic, he knew this should not be happening.
"Schultz!" Klink called for Schultz, who subsequently entered his office. "Take General Benedict Arnold to Barracks 2." Schultz would then respond, puzzled at the fact Arnold was in this time period, alive and well. "Jawohl, Herr Kommandant." Then Schultz led Arnold to Barracks 2, where he would join the other prisoners.
"Colonel Hogan, here is your British General." Schultz told him, and then he left the barracks. Newkirk stopped smiling when he saw him. "Oh….it's this guy." Newkirk said out loudly, getting the attention of everyone else. Hogan, who moved out as Arnold was moved into the Senior POW headquarters, was now on a bunk bed himself.
"What do you mean, Newkirk?" Colonel Hogan asked him, wondering why Newkirk was looking very concerned. "Well..you see, umm…governor…uh…look, sir, you're not gonna like what my answer is for this question." Newkirk said to Colonel Hogan, who was no longer the senior prisoner of war.
"Give me a few minutes." Newkirk subsequently said afterwards to Colonel Hogan, clearly feeling very stressed out. Newkirk was glad to be in the presence of a British general, but knew that something was wrong. Very much wrong. Finally, after a few minutes, Corporal Newkirk finally responded to Colonel Hogan.
"I've got your answer, Colonel Hogan…that man..is not supposed to be alive in our era..he is supposed to be dead. He's been dead for 142 years in fact. This..is quite literally time travel..which I thought could never happen..next thing you'll know, we might see the arrival of Napoleon Bonaparte himself."
"That would be so cool if that happened." LeBeau said. "Hold it LeBeau..Newkirk, who is it you're insinuating that is here? That general not being here from this timeline?" Hogan asked. "He's not from this timeline. I can tell by the uniform and the hair. I know it's somewhat one of my own fellow Englishmen, Hogan but..not completely."
"You keep leaving cryptic messaging, Newkirk. Who is it, then, if John Wellington is not his true name, Peter?" Newkirk finally cleared his throat, preparing himself to tell Colonel Hogan who exactly that man was. "Well..Colonel Hogan. That man is General Benedict Arnold." Newkirk said to Hogan, who became emotionless and dull, as well as everyone else in the room. "My goodness…no..this can't be." Hogan would say to himself.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news to you, Colonel, but that is him." Newkirk said to Hogan. "Well, how do we get him back to his own time period, then?" Hogan replied to Newkirk, who simply shook his head. "We don't have the technology, and who knows, maybe it's God giving him another chance to fix the sin he made involving West Point." Newkirk simply said to Colonel Hogan.
"It could be..but I don't know..I am indirectly descended from the Washington family..as my father and mother have told me..which I sincerely doubt. I don't know if I want to help this traitor." Hogan snickered in a bit of anger. "Why should I help someone who turned their back on the founding fathers of the United States?"
"Granted, I do understand your pain, Colonel. Things would be different for my side here if Arthur Wellesley had defected to Napoleon from the British, most certainly." Newkirk said. Then Schultz came into the barracks. "Lights out, everyone…Colonel Hogan? You look down? What is wrong?"
"How would you feel, Schultz, if you find out the new Senior POW is someone that committed treason in the past?" Hogan asked him, as Hogan got into his new bunk, until they figured something out. "I can see your point." Schultz said to him. "Goodnight." Schultz said to everyone as they got into their bunk bed. The door then shut, and Hogan was laying on the bottom of the bunk bed, wondering:
"What do I do..with General Arnold? Do I help him? Or let him suffer like he should?" Hogan said to himself in his own mind. Meanwhile, Arnold was getting into bed, having heard the conversation outside. Quietly, he said to himself: "Thank you..God…for giving me another chance..I will fix this mistake…whatever the cost may be."
"I know you will." A mysterious voice said out of nowhere. "You'll fix this for sure. And don't worry..Washington will be there to help you.." The treasonous general then fell into the depths of darkness, sleeping within a few minutes. Whatever was going to happen, this mysterious voice reassured Arnold that he will get out of this..err…sticky wicket.
The night seemed to go by slowly as Hogan and the others would wake up only a short time later, as Kinch got in a new radio message, which Hogan, Newkirk, LeBeau, and Carter had to deal with as usual. And as LeBeau has stated before, like anyone else, "The underground never sleeps."