The building explodes.
"Help us, Newkirk!" LeBeau cries, blood running down his face. "Help!" Carter yells.
Newkirk runs through the woods. "Help!" Kinch moans, covered in dirt.
"Help!"
Help, help, help, help, help………………
Newkirk bolts up from his bunk. Hogan walks up to him. "It's alright, Newkirk." He says, "It was just a bad dream."
"It's my fault, colonel." Newkirk sobs, wiping his eyes.
"No it's not." Hogan contradicts, "You were knock out, you couldn't have helped them."
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"How much longer?"
"I think a few more days will work."
"I'm worried about him."
"We'll hurry."
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The ball flies towards Newkirk. The ball then flies past him.
"You're supposed to catch the ball!" The other prisoner complains.
"Sorry." Newkirk says, then picking up the ball and tossing it back to the prisoner. "I feel like going in now."
Hogan and Shultz walk up to Newkirk.
"Try to cheer him up." Hogan whispers to Shultz.
Shultz saunters over to Newkirk. "Colonel Hogan told me what happened." Shultz starts, "If there is anything I can do?"
"Thanks Shultz, but, I don't feel like talking about it." Newkirk says, managing a grin.
"Believe me, Newkirk," Shultz sympathizes. "I miss Kinch, Carter and strudel, I mean LeBeau, just as much as you do, but, life goes on."
"I know, Shultz." Newkirk sighs.
"How about tonight we go into a bar in town and meet some frauleins?" Shultz grins, and then thinks, "I can't believe I said that."
"No thanks." Newkirk replies.
"Not even if we meet some frauleins?" Shultz repeats.
"No thanks." Newkirk says, again.
"You must be very sad."
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AN: Short chapter, I know, but I've been busy (sleeping). The conclusion will probably be in the next chapter but I'm not positive. Please R&R!