The next morning at roll call, everything went normal; with the Kommandant, who ran out of his office and shouted for a report. Schultz, the Sergeant of the Guard, gave it to him and told him happily that all prisoners were present and accounted for, with the exception of Colonel Hogan, who was down with the flu. After he dismissed the men, Kommandant Klink went back into his office, Schultz followed him. The men piled all back into their respective barracks and readied themselves for the upcoming event as best as they could.

At around 1030 hours, a truck came into the compound. The men from barracks two watched as the officers exited the truck's cab and made their way over to Klink, who had come out of his office with Schultz to greet the newcomers. But as soon as he saw it was Gestapo, Klink feared something bad might happen. Sadly though, he was to be proven right in the next moment as the Gestapo officer, a captain, spoke up.

"Kommandant Klink, I am Captain Berger and this is my aide, Lieutenant Hofer. We are here on orders from Gestapo HQ in Berlin and you are to fully cooperate with us. Is that understood, Herr Kommandant?"

With a fearful look, Klink nodded and after he read the order papers from Berlin, he got as white as a sheet. He couldn't believe what he was reading. So he dared to ask, "Are these orders, correct, Captain Berger? Colonel Hogan is just a cowed POW, like all the men in camp. And there has never been a successful escape from Stalag 13. This is impossible. Hogan couldn't be a saboteur. I can't believe it."

Captain Berger answered, "Believe it, Herr Kommandant, as it is true. And this man, this American colonel, will be treated like every enemy of the state. He will be executed; right here, right now. Get this Colonel Hogan out here and have him restrained. I don't want to take any chances of him getting away from his rightful punishment."

Klink nodded. With a heavy heart, he ordered Schultz to go to Barracks Two and fetch Colonel Hogan. Two more guards came along; one of them dangled a set of heavy chains in his hand. As Schultz stepped into the main room of barracks two, he was surprised to see most of the men lounged on their bunks or they were seated around the table and played cards. Newkirk saw him first and shouted, "Hey, Schultzie! Want to sit in and play a round or two? Or isn't this a social call from you?"

LeBeau added as he saw two more guards behind the sergeant, "Oui, Schultzie. Tell us why you are here; or you won't be getting any more strudel." Having said this, LeBeau stood in front of the big guard with arms across his chest, a pose that told Schultz that he meant business. The French could be fierce and loyal and LeBeau was always a good example of that philosophy. Schultz looked around and saw apprehension on all the men's faces. With a big swallow to get rid of the lump in his throat, Schultz finally explained, "I'm sorry, boys. But I'm here on order of the Kommandant and the Gestapo, to fetch Colonel Hogan."

Baker, who kept himself in the background, came forward as he recognized the chains in the hand of one of the guards. "What are the irons for, Schultz? Are you actually afraid of the colonel? He would never harm you or the other guards, you know. He is not a violent man."

Schultz swallowed again and said, "The chains were ordered by the Gestapo. They don't want him to run from them." With those words, Schultz turned away from the men in the common room and shuffled over to the door at the end of the room, that lead into Colonel Hogan's quarters. As he didn't know what he would found in there, Schultz opened the door cautiously and slowly proceeded inside; the two guards followed him equally quiet. After a short look around the office, Schultz's eyes landed on the lower bunk. Hogan was lying there, covered up to his shoulders and deeply asleep, as his low and even breathing testified. Schultz didn't want to wake the man up, but he had to. So he stepped up to the bunk and carefully shook the colonel's shoulder. After three more tries and the use of his name, Schultz got a result and the colonel woke up.

He blinked his eyes open and was surprised to find Schultz and two other guards in his quarters. A bit disoriented, Hogan asked him, "What are you doing here, Schultz? Does the Kommandant need my help again to get rid of the brass who are breathing down his neck? Come on, tell me. What's up?"

With a shake of his head, Schultz replied, "Oh, I don't want to do this, Colonel Hogan…but I have to take you out to the Kommandant and the Gestapo and in chains. I think you are being arrested for your monkey business."

Hogan only nodded in understanding, threw the blanket off of him and swung his legs over the edge of the bunk. He slipped on his boots, which were standing in front of the bunk and slowly stood up. "Do your duty, Schultz. And don't worry, my men won't hold it against you. You have my word as an officer and a gentleman."

Schultz looked sadly at Hogan and with a nod from him, the two other guards stepped forward and put the chains on the unresisting officer; one set around his wrists, the other around his ankles. With an incredulous look at the ankle chains, Hogan held up his chained wrists and commented, "Now you guys have to carry me around, as I won't be able to walk like this. I may be able to shuffle, but I would still need support on both sides to keep me upright."

At this moment, Newkirk walked into the room and at the sight of his chained commander, said to him, "I guess they want to humiliate you, Gov'ner. Take away your dignity as a respected officer. But I tell you, Gov'; they won't succeed with that plan. We still respect and admire you and we will follow you right into hell and back, Sir. I, eh, just wanted you to know that, Gov'ner."

With a pointed look at one of his core team members, Hogan tried to convey his thoughts without having to voice them. Newkirk understood perfectly and nodded respectfully back and left the office. Then Hogan looked at the sergeant once more and asked, "Shall we go, Schultz, or do you want to wait for an invitation?"

Schultz picked up his rifle and together with the two other guards, escorted the colonel out of his office and out of barracks two. The guards were holding the colonel up on both sides, having a hand slipped under his arms to keep him going. As they came to a halt in front of the two Gestapo officers; who were in truth the underground members and Kommandant Klink, Schultz reported, "I bring you Colonel Hogan as ordered, Herr Captain."

Captain Berger nodded and thanked Schultz and the guards. With a coldhearted look at the prisoner, he spat out the words, "Get this mongrel in front of the armory wall and make sure he stays there. I will get our men for the firing squad."

With an eager nod, the Lieutenant grabbed Hogan by the arm and pulled him over in the direction of the armory. Schultz, who saw how painful the dragging process must be for Colonel Hogan; hurried up to grab the colonel under his other arm, holding him up. Hogan showed him a look of gratitude, but otherwise kept quiet. Once he was put up against the wall, the colonel leaned against it, grateful to have the coolness seeping into his overheated body. Not five minutes later, he heard the men marching up to their position a few meters away from him; ready to open fire. Captain Berger then ordered Klink to call for a special formation of all prisoners and guard personnel.

Just then the gate opened and two more cars drove into the compound, halting in front of the Kommandantur; a black staff car and a grey open Luftwaffe car. The moment the cars stopped, the passengers disembarked; Major Hochstetter of the local Gestapo and General Burkhalter, Klink's superior officer. Both officers walked over to Klink and the other Gestapo officer; introductions were made and then the Gestapo captain got back to the business at hand; Hogan's execution.

While the staff cars drove in, everyone headed out and they all stood in lines in front of their respective barracks; Berger stepped up and announced, "Prisoners and guards of Luft-Stalag 13; today you will all be witness to how the Third Reich deals with spies and saboteurs. Men and women, who are the biggest threat to our country, one of such men has been found out and he was the greatest enemy of them all. The man that went by the codename Papa Bear; your Colonel Hogan! He was seen at a meeting a few nights ago by one of our agents, who managed to injure him. He wore black clothes and he was outside the wire. Therefore he is a spy and will be punished as such; without a trial of course. Colonel Hogan has been found guilty of spying, of sabotage and helping other enemies of the state to defect to the Allies. For all those charges, the punishment is death by firing squad!"

Here Berger halted a moment, looked at the faces of all the men and went on, "The punishment will be handed out right here in this camp, right now." He turned to his Lieutenant and gave him a subtle nod. He understood, nodded back and shouted the commands to the men with their rifles; one hand up in the air. "Ready!" The rifles were all cocked; then came the next shout, "Aim!" The guards held up their rifles and took careful aim at the delinquent; then the last order was given and the hand went down, "Fire!"

The loud reverberating sound of six simultaneously fired off rifles, sounded in the quiet compound like a canon shot. Hogan was as ready as he could be, but when the blanks hit him fully in his chest; it did hurt a lot and before he knew it, he went in a heap onto the ground; where he stayed, unmoving.

But still the Gestapo officer wasn't satisfied. He pulled out his Luger, went up to Hogan; aimed the gun at his head and fired. Immediately a small wound started to bleed at the colonel's right temple; but not for long. It stopped moments later, letting everyone know, that this man was now as dead as a doornail. To make it look more authentic, the captain kicked the unmoving body in the ribs for good measure with his booted foot; there was no reaction forthcoming.

Satisfied with their work, the Gestapo men and officers left after having said goodbye to the Kommandant. A very satisfied Major Hochstetter walked up to Klink and told him with a sinister smile, "Now that this ugly business is dealt with, we can all go back to do our duty. Heil Hitler!" With that, Hochstetter turned on his heel, got into his staff car and was gone.

Burkhalter stood beside Klink as they both watched the car leave. "I can't stand that man. Thankfully, we will see much less of him from now on since Hogan is dead. Now Stalag 13 can finally return to what it really is…a prison camp and not a country club!"

Cowed as always when put under pressure by the brass, Klink answered, "Jawohl, Herr General. Everything will return to normal from now on. Schultz! Confine the prisoners to the barracks. They will stay there until the body of our former senior POW officer is removed from the premises. The men don't need to see that."

Schultz saluted, "Jawohl, Herr Kommandant!" To the prisoners he shouted, "Everybody back into the barracks! Back! Back! Back! You are all confined in here until further notice. I'm sorry, boys. This wasn't supposed to happen. I know you are all sad now with Colonel Hogan gone, but you have to behave; alright?"

Under protest the men did as were told, all with a final look at the downed figure of their commanding officer; unable to believe that they just lost their beloved CO. Newkirk tried to persuade Schultz to allow him and his two mates, to take care of their fallen colonel; that they owed this to him at least. LeBeau also put in his two cents; Carter and Baker too. Finally Schultz gave in and allowed Newkirk, Carter and Baker to follow him to the other side of the compound where the armory was located. As they heard no protest coming from either officer near the Kommandantur, they carried on.

When they reached the armory building, they slowed their walk and prepared themselves for the sight that will met them around the corner. They rounded the corner and saw the unmoving figure of their CO, still lying where he fell. As they got closer, they recognized a few dark patches on his upper body, as well as a small wound on his right temple. Newkirk swallowed hard and kneeled down. "You weren't supposed to go out like this, Gov'ner. But I swear; your death will be avenged. And we will keep on fighting the filthy Krauts till judgement day."

Schultz heard those soft spoken words from the Englander and put a hand on his shoulder. "Please, don't do anything rash, Newkirk. No more monkey business. But whatever you want to do to avenge Colonel Hogan, you have my approval. I will see nothing, I will hear nothing and I will know noothing!"

Newkirk, Carter and Baker thanked Schultz for his discretion and gently lifted up the body of their CO, carrying him to Barracks Two and into his quarters, where they deposited him on the lower bunk. Baker took a blanket and covered his CO completely with it, covering his head too while he did it. Schultz had followed him inside and was watching with a sad and teary face; he even sniffed. Then he pulled out a set of keys, stepped up to the bunk; pulled back the blanket and unlocked the chains around the colonel's wrists and ankles. Tears were rolling down the big Sergeant's cheeks now while he did this. Finally he covered up the body wholly again and left the office and the barracks, waving goodbye to his boys. With a heavy sigh of sadness and a last look at the covered form of his commanding officer, Baker left the office too and closed the door.

Once Schultz was gone, Garlotti took watch at the door, while the rest of the men and the core team started talking in hushed tones about when their CO will wake up and how badly he would be injured. Many of them knew that even when hit with blanks, they could hurt a lot and they left nasty bruises on one's body. Wilson, their medic, joined them from below and immediately set off into the officer's quarters to check him out. About twenty minutes later, he came back out and closed the door softly behind him. As he saw the expectant faces of the men in the barracks, he informed them that the colonel should wake up in a few hours. Aside from nasty bruises all over his torso, Wilson told them, he will also suffer from a bad headache, thanks to the blank that was fired at his temple. But this was nothing that a few aspirin couldn't cure and lots of rest. With this good news for the men, Wilson left and headed back to his own barracks through the tunnels.