Spirit

Metal was scarce, but with Klink's blessing, Hogan poked around and scrounged up some thin, flimsy pieces that weren't good enough for the Germans. Then he put his men to work making the huts more weatherproof.

The symphony of pinging hammers lifted the spirits of everyone, including the guards in camp.

"It's remarkable there was so much scrap metal lying around," Hilbert commented.

"Remarkable," Schultz snorted. Yes, Hogan was a miracle worker. "Dirksen, I know nothing," he added firmly. "Always."

Dirksen offered Schultz a quizzical look, then decided to take Schultz's advice. From now on, Dirksen would also know nothing.


Thank you Abracadebra for checking this over and making suggestions and corrections. (especially since I couldn't think straight today)

Since I received such good feedback for my OC, Dirksen, I decided to continue with his story. I will try to write a longer piece after the new year that explains why he decided to help out the freezing POWs, etc and so forth!