For a moment it seemed as if George´s eyes softened and for a brief moment he became the brother Hogan had known in the past. When he turned back towards Hogan his eyes were almost pleading as he said:

"I can´t, there is no way back for me.".

Hogan stepped up to him and placed his hand upon his brothers shoulder. "There is, George, there is always a way back even from the greatest mistake.".

George shook his head. "There is none. My life belongs to Hitler now. Can´t you see, I just can´t leave!".

"Why don´t you give me a chance to guide you back?".

Again George shook his head. "You don´t understand me, you never understood me, you don´t know what it is like-".

Hogan looked questioningly at him, still not removing his hand from his brothers shoulder. "What what is like?".

But George would not answer. He stared out of the window, his eyes filled with tears he had never cried. It took him a few moments to gather himself.

"Why don´t you come over to our side? Join the Luftwaffe?".

Hogans eyes went cold. "I will never join the Germans, George.".

George shook himself free from Hogans comforting hand. "Then it is too late for you. I know everything about your operation, I could have the Gestapo here within minutes.".

"So why haven´t you done it already? You´ve been here two days, without doing anything.".

"I´m, tired of this killing, tired of this war. I want it all to end, without any more loss of life and you´re an obstacle in the way. Your sabotage kills many men, directly or indirectly, I can´t allow you to continue.".

"And I can´t allow you to continue either, George, do you realise what you have done?".

Hochman shook his head. "You still don´t understand. I kill rebels, you kill soldiers.".

Hogan stared at him, perplex. He could not understand his brothers point of view, yet he began to realise that only the end of the war could show his brother reality.

Hochman gestured at him, indicating that their talk was over. Hogan nodded and left the office. He crashed the door shut, but with the door he also shut a part of his innocence away. The part, which had believed that he could at least trust the people he cared about. Right and wrong were suddenly words that did not matter much.

While he walked through the compound, gazing at the grey clouds, which formed above his head, he realised that he could have accepted the death of one of his brothers, if only with time, but that he could not bear to see one of them killing people who fought the Nazis and thereby dying from inside.

I thought I could convince him somehow that what he is doing is not right, but he seems to have shut himself away.


In Klinks office, George Hogan cried silently, while Jörg Hochman picked up the phone and called Gestapo headquarters in Hammelburg.

George Hogan did not want to do this, he had not wanted a lot of things, which had happened in the past months, but they happened. The George Hogan who was now crying was the George, who had already lost his father, his wife, his son and partly his American family as he broke the bonds by changing his name. He had had enough of the war, enough of the grieve and tears, which he never cried but hid in his heart, where he locked them away, to be never seen again.

Jörg Hochman however cheered inside him and as he had stopped listening to the George inside him long ago, he dialed the numbers, one after the other.

While the Gestapo car pulled through the gates, Tom was playing cards with Newkirk and Carter, while Hogan watched them amused.

Hochstetter stalked into Klinks office, where he met Hochman and while the two of them made their way towards Barracks Two, Tom threw his cards onto the table and with a wide smile said: "Gin!".

Newkirk stared at him not quite believing that he had lost, when LeBeau shouted: "Hochstetter is coming!".

Tom jumped down the tunnel, which shut immediately behind him. Everybody else looked questioningly at Hogan, who had turned pale.

LeBeau could barely say: "Pourqoui?", before Hochstetter kicked the door open and stood face to face with Hogan.

Grinning devilish, he said: "Colonel Hogan, the game is over.".

Seconds later, Hogan was on the floor, with two Gestapo guards on top of him, securing his hands behind his back. When they led him out of the Barracks, he did not object, he allowed himself to be pushed around, the image of his brother George standing behind Hochstetter had shattered his defences.

The sight of Colonel Hogan being dragged away would have shocked Kinch, but this time, it broke his heart to see the man he respected so much being led away as if all hope had gone.

It took a few moments, before he realised that this was the case. There was no excuse to weasel the Colonel out this time.

When Tom came up the ladder again, he found a room full of shocked men. Questioningly, he looked around for a few seconds before he realised that his brother was gone.

"Where´s Rob?".

Kinch pointed to Hogans office. "Let´s go in there, it´s time that I tell you what´s been going on here.".


When Hogan felt himself being lifted up and literally thrown into the cooler, he did not try to protect himself. He landed flat on his face, but made no attempt to get up. Nothing mattered, he did not care any more.

Suddenly he realised that although he had tried to convince himself that he knew that his brother would do this, he had not truly believed it. Now, reality hit him harder than he could have foreseen.

When Hochstetter stepped inside, Hogan only raised his head.


"No, I don´t believe this!". Tom stepped away from Kinch, who had just told him about Hochman. "George wouldn´t, he cared for Rob, I´m sure.".

Kinch sighed. "I´m sorry, Tom. I never knew George, I only know that he is here now and that he´s the reason for your brother being in the hands of the Gestapo.".

"I will go and confront him! I have to talk to George, now!".

Kinch grabbed Tom as the young man made an attempt to sprint outside.

"You will not, Tom. You can´t help your brother by endangering yourself.".

Tom shook his head. "I won´t leave him in the hands of those Nazi bastards, never!".

Kinch smiled gently. "I never said we would leave your brother, I only told you to wait. We´ll try to think of a plan, even if it involves packing up the operation.".

"Promised?".

Kinch nodded. "Yes.".


Later, Kinch, LeBeau, Carter and Newkirk sat together in the main room of Barracks two, while Schultz was eating the remainder of their evening meal.

"Kinch, would you really sacrifice the operation to save Colonel Hogan?".

Kinch nodded. "Yes, Carter, I would without a moment of hesitation.".

"Mon Colonel would not like this. ´e would ´ave you court martialed, Kinch, you know ´is final orders.".

Kinch shook his head. "I don´t care.".

Silently the four of them looked around the Barracks and nothing was heard except Schultz, who was eating himself through the provided food and pretended to hear nothing.


"What do you want, Hochstetter? You haven´t asked me a single question in the last hour.".

Hochstetter snickered and stared at the figure before him. "Colonel Hogan, I think we are well beyond the point that you need to tell me anything, I know everything.".

Hogan bellowed: "So what do you want?".

Hochstetter laughed out loud. "A bit of enjoyment, Colonel. For years you have been playing me for a fool and now I am taking my... revenge.".


Tom Hogan stepped into Georges quarters at night. He had ignored Kinchs orders, but he knew that what he was doing was right, at least it was for him.

He glared down at his brother, whose face was enlightened by the light of the moon, shining through the opened window. A light breeze moved the curtains. Tom closed the window and positioned himself beside the bed.

Nobody would hear them, the guest quarters were to far away from the guards or the Kommandant´s office. Nothing would disturb them. Softly, he placed his hand over Georges mouth, before prodding him in the side.

"Hi George.". He snickered silently at Georges wide eyes and motioned him to remain silent. When he removed his hand, George seemed to think about screaming, but Tom placed his gun against his brothers head.

"So far so good, brother but we will talk and you will not cry out, or I will shoot you.".

George whispered. "You couldn´t, you couldn´t kill your brother.".

"Guess what you´re doing to Rob at the moment.", was Toms cold reply, before he seated himself in a chair and looked casually at his brother.

"I came to have a talk with you.".

"How do you come here? You were in a different Stalag!".

Tom shook his head. "It doesn´t matter, you will not get anything from me, nor will you arrest me. But I will talk to you now, about Rob.".

"You can´t save him.".

Tom laughed silently. "Do you think so?"

George gritted his teeth in anger. "What do you want?".

"I want to remind you of a promise you made before you left us to join the army.".

Suddenly, Georges gaze wandered away, to the past he had refused to remember.


"I have to go, mom, I want to fight, to make Germany what it was!".

He looked into his mother tear streaken face and it was as if all strength left him. Finally, he whispered: "Mom, why can´t you let me go?".

His mother rested her hand gently upon his shoulder. "I am afraid, George, afraid to lose you.".

George embraced his mother and while he felt her tears dripping onto his shoulder he whispered in her ear. "Mom, I promise, I will always be there for you and the others, I will protect you and them.".

His mother kissed him softly. "I know you will, my boy, I know you will.".


A tear dripped down Georges face as he remembered, but the gun in Toms head brought him back to reality.

"So what are you going to do now?".

"I want you to release Rob, I want you to fulfil the promise you made to mom!"

"And if I refuse?".

The hand in which Tom held his gun shook slightly, but he recovered almost immediately. "I will have to try to save him and not one of your brothers will die, but two of them!".

With these words, Tom jumped out of the window, leaving George Hogan and Jörg Hochman behind for a final fight between basic principles.


The morning sun warmed Hogans back as he was lying face first on the floor in the cooler. Hochstetter had finally left three hours ago and Hogan tried to regain some strength. Something inside him refused to give up hope and tried to survive and so he survived with it.

He raised his head when someone entered. Seeing his brother Georges face, he pushed himself upwards, ignoring the throbbing pain in all his muscles.

"Good morning Colonel.".

Hogan glared at him. The events of the past night had done nothing to increase his feelings for his brother. His voice was cold when he said: "What do you want, George?".

When hearing this voice, George Hogan wept again inside the German general. But Jörg Hochman remained as he was and replied. "I could save you, Colonel.".

Hogan shook his head. "You can´t".

"I remember you saying that there is always a way back.".

"Not this time.".