About two and a half hours later the plane touched down on an airfield somewhere in the South of England. The airfield was part of a big airbase used by the RAF and the US Army Air Forces. As the plane came to a halt and taxied to its final position, two jeeps and an ambulance stopped beside it. Following the two jeeps was also what looked like an armored truck, but one with barred windows; a prisoner transport truck. The men of Hogan's core team saw it and as one they looked back worried to their CO, who was still seated with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. Newkirk said softly, "Looks like them MPs out there are here for the Gov'ner. Hope they are not too rough with him, seeing that he is still injured."

Now it was Klink who spoke his thoughts aloud. "You may be right, Corporal Newkirk; but that ambulance isn't here for fun either. And seeing that the only injured person aboard this plane is Colonel Hogan, I'd say they are here for him. Maybe the MPs will accompany him to the hospital by orders of their superiors. Who knows? We should just wait and see before you start doing something rash. It won't help your commanding officer if you lose your head."

Before they could react in any way the side door was opened and they were ushered out by the armed American and British MPs. Having no other choice, Hogan's men as well as Klink and Schultz stepped out of the plane. Once outside they were told to take seats in the two jeeps. They did so reluctantly, their eyes still on the plane. Now they saw as the two MPs as well as two medics got onboard the plane. Inside they found a lone passenger sitting on a bench, still strapped in and obviously asleep. The two MPs took their places to both sides of him and gave a signal to the medics to come forward. The medics approached their new patient and gently shook him awake. Disoriented and still groggy due to his head injury, Hogan wasn't really sure what was going on around him or where he was. The last thing he could clearly remember was leaving the camp behind, but afterwards, nothing.

Seeing the confused state he was in, one of the medics put a comforting hand on his shoulder and spoke softly, "Everything is alright, Colonel. You are among friends. You are in England and we are taking you to the base hospital, to get you checked out. Will that be alright with you, Sir?"

Blinking his eyes a few times to clear the cobwebs of sleep, Hogan looked up and around him. Seeing not only the medics, but two armed MPs, he asked almost timidly, "What's the armed escort for? Are you guys so afraid of a veteran pilot? One who is injured, I might add?"

The medics exchanged a glance with one another and then looked at the two MPs; asking them with their eyes to please leave and allow them to get their patient out without any added stress to the poor hurt man. The MPs nodded in approval and left the plane, waiting outside, guns at the ready. Now alone with their new patient, the two medics took their time to check him quickly over, before assisting him out of his seat and then out of the plane.

Out on the airfield, his men watched with trepidation how their CO was helped out of the plane, only to be then taken roughly by the MPs; who grabbed both his arms and without ceremony threw him into the back of the prison truck, closing and locking its door.

It left Hogan in total darkness as the windows of this truck were not only barred, but also darkened to keep any light out. Indignant about his rough treatment, he shouted out, "Hey, be a bit more careful! I'm damaged goods already!" He was truly angry about being treated like some common criminal and on his not so dignified way in; he also struck his already hurt head on the back wall, stunning him for a few moments and letting him see bright stars. As soon as he got his wits back about him, he shouted out his anger in his best command voice.

But the two MPs just got into the truck's cab and sped off, ignoring the shouts coming from its back.

Hogan's men, Klink and Schultz had also heard the shouted words from Hogan and all had to smile, knowing that nothing could put down the colonel's spirits for long. It gave them some hope. Just then the medics walked over to them and exchanged a few words with them, knowing they must be anxious to know what was going to happen to their beloved CO. The medics told them that Colonel Hogan is now taken to a high security facility, where he will be held in custody, until his scheduled court martial. Not too happy about such news, but unable to do anything at the moment, the men allowed themselves to be driven over to their new accommodations on the air base.

As the jeeps stopped in front of a building with a sign that read 'NCOs Barracks 10', the two drivers; one young RAF corporal and the other, a young American airman; ordered the men to follow them inside. They were shown to a room that could house about eight men, but was now only for them. The young RAF man also told them, that at the end of the hallway they would find the showers to freshen up and that new sets of uniforms will be waiting for them on their return. Happy about being able to finally have a warm shower all six men left their belongings on a chosen bunk and walked over to the showers.

None of them had any problem in shedding their clothes in front of the others, only Klink was a bit hesitant. In the end, he too overcame his shyness and stepped under the warm shower spray, enjoying it immensely; just like all the others. Hogan's men were even making jokes, poking fun at one another; playing and fooling around like unruly children. Schultz had to shake his head. Although he liked to see his boys so happy and carefree for once, he was still worried about Colonel Hogan. He hoped that whatever would await the Colonel wouldn't be too bad, even though he had heard about the court martial. He prayed for a good outcome for the nice young American officer that he loved him like a son.