When Hogan woke up the next morning, he didn´t realise where he was. As he opened his eyes, he discovered that he was lying on the floor. When he saw what was on the floor, he sat up immediatly. He had been lying in some dried blood for the entire night. At this moment he realised in which trouble he was. The Gestapo were not like Klink, they would not ask politely untill Hogan told them what they wanted. They would use force. As to confirm this, he heard someone screaming, somewhere in the building. The cries did not sound human, but Hogan knew they were. Hogan was disturbed in his thoughts by Hochstetter coming into the cell, smiling.

"And Hogan, did you sleep well?", he grinned, "I am here to take you to Obergruppenführer Wachtelschneider, he wants to ask you a few questions. ", then turning to the guards: "Guards, take him away!".

When the guards had handcuffed Hogan, they took him out of the cell. When Hogan passed Hochstetter he said, with an ironic undertone in his voice: "And major had some fun with your prisoners this morning? The screams of delight disturbed my sleep.".

The words did not have the effect, which Hogan had hoped of. Instead that Hochstetter turned angry he just gave a delightful smile: "Yes Hogan and if I were you, I would watch my words. You don´t know, who´s next.......".

With a disgusted look Hogan let his guards take him away. This little idiot really thinks its fun to torture other men. He really enjoys causing pain. And you´re maybe going to be next...........

When they arrived at Wachtelschneiders office, Hochstetter adressed Hogan again: "Hogan, if I were you, I would tell the truth, Wachtelschneider will get to know it anyway......". He smiled again and walked away.

Hogan, cursing Hochstetter in his mind walked into the room and just resisted the impulse to run away. In this room, he could feel the fear. The atmosphere was cold, not the temperature made it that way, no, it was the person behind the desk.

Hogan looked at him, straight into the blue eyes. He had never seen such blue eyes before, they were not blue like the sea, they were like blue ice. Hogan turned his eyes to the rest of the person. He had blond hair, nearly white.

So this is the Übermensch. Blond, blue eyes, Hitlers beloved Herrenrasse. I´d rather deal with Hochstetter. He is like a tiny, fluffy rabbit compared to this guy.

Then Wachtelschneider spoke: "So you are the famous Colonel Hogan?". Hogan could not do anything but nod. The coldness and hatred in Wachtelschneiders voice had robbed his speech.

When he finally refound his speech he said: "Robert E. Hogan, Colonel US Army AirCorps, 0876707".

Wachtelschneider shook his head: "Come on Colonel, we are to old to play. Don´t tell us what we already know. Lets have a talk. How is your family?".

Hogan knew what Wachtelschneider wanted. He wanted Hogan to get into a little talk and then when his attention faded away, he might say something, which he should not say. Oh no Wachtelschneider. You won´t get me that easy.

"They´re fine, I think. It has been ages since the last letter from home arrived.". Wachtelschneider nodded: "Yes, i know, letters don´t find their way that easy from America to Germany. But lets talk about your situation. Do you like Stalag13?".

"Like? How could I like a place in which I am held prisoner? And Klink you know, he is really on our heels. We can´t do anything without him knowing. We once tried digging a tunnel and he discovered it. We have tried to escape many times, but he always knows.".

They talked for hours before Hogan was finally brought back to his cell. Hogan was quite satisfied with himself. He had not released any important information and when Wachtelschneider believed what he had told him, Klink was totally out of danger. After hearing Hogans story, Wachtelschneider must think Klink to be some sort of superhero. Hogan smiled and went to sleep.

In the next days, the talks continued in the same way they had done the first day. Hogan was growing impatient. Why didn´t Wachtelschneider come to the point? Why didn´t he show his real face? Hogan didn´t know, that Wachtelschneider had been thinking of the same things and had decided to change his tactic.

Earlier than the other days, Hogan was woken up by a guard and brought to Wachtelschneider. As he entered the room, he sensed that something was different. He felt, that something in Wachtelschneider had changed. He seemed more resolute than he had done before.

Wachtelschneider said: "Hogan, we have been playing enough. The game is over. It is time that you tell me what you know.".

Hogan nodded and said: "Ok, I will tell you. Robert E. Hogan, Colonel, US Army AirCorps, 0876707. I don´t know anything else."

Wachtelschneider shook his head, then he gestured to the two guards, who had come into the room with Hogan. The two now stood beside Hogan, each on one side. Wachtelschneider nodded. In the next moment, Hogan found himself on the floor, his wrist aching as one of the guards twisted it farther than possible. Nearly he screamed out in pain, but he held his voice back.

He is not getting the satisfaction of me screaming in pain. I am not going to show him any weakness. He is not going to get anything........

Wachtelschneider adressed him again "Hogan, be realistic. We can cause more pain than anyone could endure. We will be able to get everything out of you. You can choose the way you want us to....:".

Hogan shook his head: "Robert E. Hogan, Colonel, US Army AirCorps, 0876707.".

Hogan felt someone kicking his ribs, pain everywhere. Someone else hit him hard in the face. More pain, then everything went dark.

Hogan woke up inside his cell. It took a while before he could see clear. When he was finally able to see something, he tried to sit up. At the moment he tried, his eyesight blurred again.

Slowly Robert, slowly.

Breathing hard he finally managed. He walked over to the bed, or the thing that should be classified as bed, because it was just a piece of wood sticking out of the wall.

Then he examined himself. He had a terrible headache, it was as if there was someone inside his head, smashing his brain with a hammer. One of his ribs felt as if they were broken. As he tried to take a deep breath he knew that this was not possible. His whole body was aching, but his attention turned to his right wrist. He tried to turn it, impossible.

Damn Gestapo. They broke my wrist.

He sighed and lowered himself onto the bunk, thinking of his boys in Stalag13. What would they do now? Playing cards? Joking? As he thought of the camp, he saw al the faces passing. Carter, the clumsy chemist, Lebeau the little french cook, Newkirk, the poker player and Kinch, his radio man.

The Gestapo won´t get anything out of me, I will protect my men even if it will cost my life.

A small voice in his head said: Your life? Would you really? Is it all worth it?

Hogan shook his head. He wanted the voice to go away. Yes, my life. I couldn´t live with the thought that they died because of me. Pushing away the thoughts of dying, he tried to sleep.

In barracks two, nobody was sleeping. They were all sitting around the table in the middle of the room. Without Colonel Hogan, it wasn´t the same. Now they felt what it was like to be imprisoned in a prison camp, your friends and family out there, fighting and nothing you could do about it. All of them were thinking of one thing: Colonel Hogans last order: "Don´t wait for me. Run!". Would it really be the last? And that smile he had given them when he went out. Would it have been the last they ever see from him?

In Klinks office, Klink sat behind his chessboard. There was no one there to play with. The bottle of cognac was standing on a shelf, two empty glasses beside it. Klink sighed and then said to himself: Wilhelm, admit it. You are not sitting here, because you are just bored. There is enough work to do. You sit here, because you miss a friend, a friend who should be your enemy. You should hate him, but you don´t.

He stared out of the window. Somewhere out there was Hogan and here was Klink, unable to help the man, which he silently considered to be one of the closest friends he had ever had.

Nice one Wilhelm. Your best friend iis your enemy and your countrymen are out there, torturing him to death. Nice thing that patriotism. Nice guys, those Germans.

Klink did not know, that Hogan was thinking exactly the same, trying to get his body into a comfortable position to get some sleep.

The next morning, Hogan was woken up again by a guard. When he opened his eyes and saw the guard he sighed.

Not again........

As the guard guided him along the endless corridors, his legs felt like rubber.

You´re afraid Robert. Admit it, you are afraid of Wachtelschneider, of what he can do to you.

When he stood in front of the desk, facing Wachtelschneider he concentrated on a spot on the wall.

Don´t look at him, don´t answer, just live.

Wachtelschneider spoke: "Hogan, you know what we can do. Now tell us and it will be over soon.".

He just sounds like my dentist, Hogan thought. A faint smile hushed over his lips by this thought. I just miss the female assistant, wouldn´t make such a bad change at all.

Hogan did not answer. He continued to focus on the spot. The next moment, his lip was bleeding, the guard next to him had hit him in the face. Hogan felt his temper rising.

Just one more time and I´ll..........

Again Wachtelschneider asked for information and Hogan did not reply. Again he got hit. Tasting the blood coming out of his lip, he threw away his idea of not talking at all: "Wachtelschneider, enough of this. I don´t have to answer to you due to the Geneva Comvention!".

Wachtelschneider smiled as if Hogan had said something funny. "Oh Colonel, don´t be foolish. The Geneva Convention? Don´t be silly, we´re the Gestapo, we only know the Gestapo Convention.".

The next moment, Hogan found himself on the floor again. The stone floor was nice and cold to his hot face and as the guards unleashed their anger on Hogan, he felt himself drifting away again..........

Again he woke up in the middle of the night. This time, he wasn´t able to get up, due to the pain every movement caused. Giving up the fight, he just stayed on the floor, thinking of his family.

The next morning, the guards came again. Hogan did not realise where they took him. He had focused his mind on something else. His mother, his father, Lebeau, Carter, Kinch, Newkirk, klink, Schultz. All the familiar faces drifted through his mind.

He was woken out of his thougts, when Wachtelschneider spoke to him: "Colonel, this is your last chance. What do you know?". Hogan shook his head: "You will not get anything for me. You can have your fun, torturing me, but you won´t get me. Give up.".

Wachtelschneider shook his head: "You´re a brave man Colonel, but this time, your braveness won´t get you anywhere. Bergmann, go and get Hochstetter!".

Hogan didn´t wonder, he just let everything happen.

When Hochstetter burst into the room, Wachtelschneider said: "Hochstetter, this man won´t tell us anything. It is the best thing, if you just take him to Stalag13 again. He is of no use for the Gestapo. Do whatever you please, but get him out of here.".

Hogan looked at Wachtelschneider, his face wearing an expression of terror. Hochstetter hated him, he wouldn´t let go..........

Hochstetter locked Hogan into his cell again and with a look of pure satisfaction he said: "Don´t make any illusions about coming out of this alive, Hogan. I will have you in front of a firing squad in 48 hours.". And with a terrible laughter, Hochstetter disappeared.