Hi, my dear readers,

Even if 2021 counts already a 17 days, I want to wish you all a (late) Happy New Year. I hope, you all had a nice change of the year and that you staid healthy and well.

Sorry for the delayed update, even after I promised to publish the new chapters quicker, but w got so many new Corona rules, I had to change a few things in my shop, and even now there are modifications more and more (you know, we Germans and our knack for rules, *sigh*).

Thank you so much for all the feedback; even after such a long time you stay true to this fanfiction. I can't express my gratitude.

After the last chapter, you certainly all know that the end of the story comes near. And, yes, it will be a happy one.

So, no more words and off you go.

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Love

Yours Starflight

Chapter 107 – Happy ending, part 1

The official surrender was nothing more than a formality. Norton and Hogan translated for Butler and Klamann, then the burgomaster and Kasner retreated from their jobs. The US military would govern Hammelburg for quite some time, and a new burgomaster, who was not a follower of Hitler's, would eventually be chosen.

Captain Goldman secured the collected weapons, while other officers walked the streets to get an idea of the situation. The hospital was overcrowded with injured soldiers and other fighters, as were the commerce school and a few other buildings. Butler ordered that a few of his own doctors support the German medics, then sent the citizens, the town council members, and the two former burgomasters home while repeating the promise that no harm would come to them.

In the meantime, Newkirk and Carter told Hogan what happened, and the three men were happy about the outcome. While a few of the town council members thanked Kirchner for his brave act of negotiating, Hogan gave the young man a few kind words.

Schmidt and Fuhrmann had returned to their men – those who had switched sides and those who were now under arrest. Hartmann had been brought downstairs from the office to the ground level – still gagged and handcuffed, but glaring fiery daggers at everyone. Horst was certain that the major's fierce temper would be doused soon.

Half an hour later, General Butler stepped into the townhall accompanied by Norton and Hogan. His gaze found Schmidt, who saluted, and smiled. "I heard from Colonel Hogan and saw at my arrival that you get off the hook rather cheaply, Lieutenant. I'm glad for it."

"Thank you, sir. I owe my life to Colonel Hogan and his men, Sergeant Fuhrmann, and those guys here." He pointed at the men who had stayed loyal to him. "They played a big charade as I was arrested and tried to free me as the 'Police President of Nürnberg' ordered to bring me to jail to interrogate me." He winked at Hogan, who grinned.

"It really was an unpleasant second as I looked into half a dozen muzzles because the guys thought they had to protect their superior against me." Hogan added.

Butler and Norton chuckled. "So you were saved by parties on each side. I can imagine the surprise as the truth was revealed," Alex said.

"Well, yes…" Fuhrmann smirked.

Looking at the men, Butler said slowly, "I appreciate their loyalty to their superior that made them act like they did, and I accept their surrender. Yet I cannot spare them to be questioned a little bit. We have to be sure, you know."

Schmidt nodded. "No problem, General, I'll tell them."

Norton gestured to the others. "What about them?"

"Three dozen of them are my men, and despite the fact that they didn't come to my aid, they simply followed orders. I would be grateful if you would question them, too, and then – maybe – send them home if you see no danger coming from them. Most of them were policemen from this area before the war started, and I'm sure Hammelburg is going to need them sooner or later again."

Butler nodded. "The police are always needed." He turned towards a few guards. "Take the gentlemen to the jail and make sure they have a blanket and something to eat." He hesitated before adding, "Concerning the six who switched sides – they can go home if I get their word of honor to do nothing stupid and come when they're called for questioning."

Schmidt translated to Stadler and the others, who gave their promises. They really wanted to go home and sleep in their own beds – and if the questioning would go like the last several hours, then they didn't fear anything. The Americans seemed to not be as bad as made out to be.

After this was settled, Butler's gaze found finally Hartmann. "Gagged? Who is this?" He asked, surprised.

"Believe me, you don't want to hear all the trash that comes out of his mouth," Fuhrmann deadpanned, while former comrades and members of the Totenkopf-SS were arrested. The prison would be overcrowded soon.

"This is Major Hartmann – the man who is responsible for over 100 dead officers and non-coms as he forced them to walk from Camp 64 to Stalag 13," Hogan explained. "As you know, they were shot or starved to death because this man went against all rules of humanity and those of the Geneva Conventions."

Butler's face became hard as stone, while his gaze could have turned the sun into ice. Slowly, he closed the distance to the man, gestured to one of the Germans – who watched the major – to remove the gag and watched him with a cold stare.

"Major Hartmann, I hereby arrest you and press charges against you for breaking the Geneva Convention, unnecessary cruelness towards POWs, and the murder of many US officers and non-coms. You will pay for this, believe me."

Hartmann only sneered at him. "Let me guess; I'm the reason for the first execution within Hammelburg."

Butler lifted an eyebrow. "Like I said: We're no Nazis. We don't kill people without a legal verdict. You will face a court martial, and I'm sure that many witnesses are going to tell the jury exactly what you did." He looked at two GIs. "Take him away. I have an unhealthy tickling in my right hand that wants to ball it into a fist – and I don't want to make my hand dirty by striking this bastard."

Hartmann was led away, but not without threats that the war wasn't over. That the Third Reich would chase the 'conqueror' away, and the Führer would take great revenge.

"What an idiot." Norton sighed, and Hogan couldn't do anything but nod.

"I think we'll make Connor and the others very happy when they learn that their tormentor is in US custody and going to pay for his crimes."

Butler made an affirming gesture before he looked around. "Remove all Hakenkreuze and other signs of this damn regime," he ordered a few GIs, then addressed Hogan and Schmidt. "Then show me the burgomaster's office, please."

Together, they climbed the stairs, and Hogan simply knew that there wouldn't be any time for sleep tonight.

*** HH *** HH ***

Like the other day before, the next morning began very early. Hogan felt stiff and groggy as he walked down the stairs to the ground level of the townhall, Schmidt standing beside him. The whole night Butler had made plans with Schmidt, Hogan, and Captain Godman. The latter would be in charge of the military government of the Hammelburg area.

Now the sun was rising, and the men were hungry, cold, and wanted nothing more than a bed an twelve hours of sleep. Fortunately, the weather was rather pleasant. No rain, wind, snow, and as Hogan stepped onto the market plaza, the bright light above him showed clear skies. Maybe it would be a sunny day – how fitting for a town that was mostly spared of the war's ugly face. Yet the cold air was welcomed by Hogan. It woke him up a little bit.

Stretching and walking in circles to lose his stiff muscles, he watched how the citizens arrived on the market plaza. They all glanced at him and the others askingly, mostly afraid of what would happen.

Schmidt sighed. "I think this is up to me," he murmured, and headed towards the people. A few of them dared to come nearer, and he gave them a kind smile. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen – kids. Sorry that you were called this early, but I think the Americans want this all over as quickly as possible so that you and they can return to daily routine." He took a deep breath. "Every item that shows a Hakenkreuz or the Sun-Symbol is asked to be thrown there." He pointed to an empty area where the weekly market usually happened on Saturdays.

A boy, not older than six years of age, showed Schmidt a jackknife with the dreaded symbol, and Horst nodded encouragingly at him. "I'm sure you'll get a new one soon," he said softly – and the boy threw the knife away. It landed with a clang on the ground, and soon other items followed. Another heap was built with books – mainly 'Mein Kampf', but also other prints which held Nazi propaganda. Not all people were happy with it, though. Some groused, some grumbled, some simply lay everything down and vanished into the crowd that grew within the next half hour.

A few US trucks arrived and brought refreshments for the others. Hogan, Newkirk, and Carter helped themselves, glad to finally get something between their teeth. A few GIs, who hadn't been in Stalag 13, were a bit puzzled at first, but as they learned that the 'SS-men' belonged to them and were in truth the legendary Papa Bear and two of his fellows, the former POWs barely found enough time to eat as they answered questions and told stories.

At 7:30 a.m., Norton took a bullhorn and walked to the middle of the plaza; Butler, Godman, and a few other officers beside him. Calling for silence, Norton finally began to translate what the general had to tell the people. He praised their decision to surrender. He declared that the current town government had retreated and for a few weeks a military government would lead Hammelburg. The people would be restricted to their homes today and the next day, then they would be allowed to follow their businesses and duties. But until everything was settled, they had to stay in town. Only reasons like family duties or need for medical attention would grant an exception after it was checked through. Butler also calmed them by saying no one had to fear anything as long as no one rose a hidden weapon or gave trouble. GIs would search every house and flat for more Nazi memorabilia or soldiers in hiding. If someone hid a family member who belonged to the Wehrmacht, SS, or Volkssturm, they were required to send said someone to the military government within the next 24 hours. Neither said families, nor the 'fighter', would be punished. The men would be questioned, then they would be sent home again or would remain in custody if a loyal Nazi.

"If we want to put every man, woman, or child who ever held a gun or was summoned to fight into a POW camp, we might have to fence half of Germany," Butler said. "Those who fought because of orders or against their own will can't be punished for doing his or her duty or being forced to. I guarantee that everyone under the age of 18 will be home within a few days. I hate to see kids fight, and I hate even more seeing them suffering. So, if you hide a son, a nephew, or another child, don't fear for him."

Hogan, who listened to Butler's original words and Norton's translation, had to smile as he witnessed the first nervous, but nevertheless relieved laughs.

"The same goes for the older men, who should enjoy their time as pensioner and NOT carrying a weapon and wearing makeshift uniforms. You have my word that those men have surrendered by now or left the troops earlier than allowed…" This description earned him a few chuckles here and there. "…will be asked about their convictions and regards, and if no danger comes from them, will return home, too. Which brings me to my next topic."

Butler waited for Norton to finish translating, then took a deep breath. "We, the US Army, didn't come to your country to rob you of your culture, conquer your land, or to enslave you. We didn't come because we have different points of views regarding the leading style of Germany. We came because your current leader and his confidants committed so many crimes against people and other countries we were at first unable to believe it. Crimes you cannot know of, because they were done in secrecy, covered with lies and pretense, and had only one target: To gain the ascendancy over the whole world and eliminate everyone who thinks different."

Alex collected himself. "To list up everything would be too much, at the moment, but you will be told soon in officials buildings. You'll get a written demand to be present within the next few days. We will show you proof that will resolve all doubts – proof that isn't for small children, so please don't bring them with you. Until then, and also afterwards, you can live your life as you like, but spreading Nazi propaganda is forbidden and will be punished. Furthermore, there will be a few new rules that you will be informed of soon. Please carry your passport with you at all times to legitimate yourself. Also be aware that for a few weeks you will be under observation – nothing too dramatic, but we have to be sure that neither you nor we will face any trouble."

Again, Norton translated everything before Butler came to the end. "Two more things. One: It would be easier for you and us if there were a few men and women, who would contact partners for you and us. Preferably those who speak English. Suggestions can be named this afternoon in the townhall, and we'll check those people through before they can work as negotiators. And number two: Until a new German police department is established, our military police will fulfill this function, and criminals will be punished according to our laws. Any questions?"

He wasn't surprised that no one lifted a hand. The people seemed to be eager to return home – something he could completely understand.

"Okay, are there people who are in need for medical attention? Thanks to the aggression of the SS, we were forced to return fire, and I can imagine that there are casualties among you."

A dozen hands and more were lifted, and Butler called for one of his doctors that spoke a little German. He and other medics walked to the people offering help. Seven said that they had injured family members at home, and the medics promised to accompany them, yet a few GIs went with them to make sure that there was no trap.

Finally, the gathering broke up, and Hogan closed the distance to Butler. "A nice speech, Alex – again", he said, and Butler shrugged.

"Most civilians we meet have been through a lot within the last few months, and these citizens are no exception. Sure, they once chose Hitler and insanity started, but I learned by now that many didn't know what they got involved with. At least now the last of those stupid idiots understand what monster is sitting in Berlin. I don't want to add more problems on their already far too thin shoulders."

"Hm, yet…" Hogan was interrupted, as two jeeps arrived onto the market plaza, and he heard Newkirk and Carter cheering. Turning around, he saw LeBeau, Kinch, and Baker climbing out of one car. The other one carried Klink and Hilda.

Robert and Wilhelm's gazes met over the distance, and both couldn't help the grin that tugged at their mouths. Finally, the horror was over, and they were safe.

"HORST!"

Hilda's outcry awoke not only the Heroes' attention, but Butler, Norton, and a few others looked over at the young woman, too.

Hilda only had eyes for Schmidt, who stood between Fuhrmann and a few other black cladded men, who had gotten rid of the brassards. Yes, she had learned that he was okay, but the whole thought of how close he had been to being executed had kept her awake the whole night. As Kinch and the others decided to drive to Hammelburg, she had begged them to take her with them, and they agreed. And it didn't surprise her that the Oberst insisted of accompanying them. She could understand how worried he had been for Hogan – like she was for Horst – and that he was eager to see his beloved.

Schmidt heard the arriving cars, saw the blond head, heard the familiar voice, and headed into her direction.

Hilda didn't care for proper manners or any kind of protocol. There he was; the man she loved. He was alive and well. Nothing else mattered now.

Not far away from the townhall, they met and without hesitation, the young woman threw herself into his open arms, tears dwelling in her large eyes. "You're all right," she sobbed, and clung to him like a lifeline. "Thank the Lord!"

He bent down and pressed a kiss onto her head, both relieved and happy. He had thought he would never see her again as Hartmann ordered him to be hanged, but the major was arrested now. Hammelburg was safe, he had survived, and he held the love of his life in his arms. Nothing else counted for the moment.

"I was so afraid as the message reached us that you were arrested," Hilda whispered into his throat. "I thought I was going to lose you."

Horst closed his eyes as he leaned his head against hers. "You'll never lose me, Honey. As long as I live, you won't lose me." It was like a vow – and with that idea in mind, another one slumbering deep down in his mind and heart was emerging. An idea he had forbidden himself to think about too closely, because he thought he wouldn't survive the war and convinced that he would be a POW for years. But those two fears hadn't become real – he lived, and he would be free. Thanks to Hogan. Thanks to this man's loyal friendship, and thanks to the US general's generosity. And so, the decision was made before he could even think straight – or lose his nerves.

Softly, he loosened her grip around him and made one step back. Confused, she looked up at him as if something were wrong. But nothing was wrong – he was simply nervous.

Taking a deep breath, he held her right hand in his fingers. "Hilda, since the day we met I felt drawn to you. Every time we saw each other, I learned more of your strong, yet gentle heart. Your loyalty towards your friends and family, and your beautiful soul. You had your secrets – every woman has them. Well, maybe a little less dangerous than yours," he added with a wink, and he saw her eyes slowly widening in realization. "I love your smiles, I love your eyes – your voice, the way you move, your ability to assert yourself. I love how you took Little Manfred in and became a mother to him – how you fought for the camp, your superior, and your friends. Men, which should have been your enemies, were treated kindly by you, because you saw only lonely and locked up guys in them. I love how you fight in your own way, yet you are not too proud to ask for help if necessary. There are rarely women like you on the Lord's earth, and I thank every day I can be in your presence." He went down on one knee. "Hilda Schneider, will you be my wife?"

Hilda had known what he would be asking her. The instant he took her hand and began to praise her, she had known that he would ask for her hand in marriage. It was her wish come true, and she wanted to shout 'Yes' to the heavens, yet all that came over her lips was a croaked, "Ja." She cleared her throat. "Ja, ich will!"

Horst had lived through a few moments of fear and doubt, then he saw her smile, and it was clear what her answer would be. But to hear this 'ja' now was the sweetest music in his ears. He knew that he was beaming like an idiot, but he couldn't help himself as he rose again, wrapped Hilda in his arms, and kissed her right in the middle of Hammelburg's market plaza. In front of hundreds of GIs, dozens of citizens, US staff officers, and Hogan's gang.

Cheers erupted, hands were clapped, and laughs rang out – not only from their friends around them, but also from citizens and a few GIs. Schmidt felt Hilda's face heating up. And as he raised his head, he saw that she was red like a tomato. He chuckled and robbed another kiss from her, then they were surrounded. LeBeau and Kinch were first, shaking his hand and embracing Hilda, then Baker, Newkirk, and Carter followed. Then Hogan was there.

"Congratulations, you two. It's about time," he said, with a wide grin, clapped Horst's shoulder, and embraced Hilda before he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Be happy, Sweetie, will you?" He whispered.

"I will. And I hope the same is going to happen for you and Kommandant Klink," she murmured back, before she said a little louder, "Thank you, Robbie. For saving him."

"I promised that I'd bring him back to you," he smirked. "Well, I couldn't bring him back to you, because you were quicker than I was," he pretended to pout, making her laugh.

"Hilda, my most heartfelt congratulations." Klink pulled Hogan aside and took his former secretary in his arms. "I'm so happy for you," he said softly. "You have yourself a very good man for a husband."

The young woman chuckled. "I know – thank you, Herr Kommandant."

"I'm no longer a Kommandant or even your superior. I would say that you can call me Herr Klink now, but I think after all we've been through, I'm allowed to offer you the private addressing. Please call me Wilhelm."

Hilda blushed a bit, but smiled brightly at him. "With pleasure – Wilhelm."

"The same goes for you, young man," Will said to Schmidt, who bowed his head.

"Please, call me Horst."

"Thank you," Klink smiled, then he made room for Fuhrmann, who simply took the younger man in his arms.

"I'm so happy for you," he said warmly, before he turned to Hilda to give her his congratulations, too. The six former SS-men who had stayed loyal to Schmidt had closed the distance to them and gave him their best wishes.

Horst wrapped an arm around Hilda's shoulder and addressed Fuhrman and Klink. "I think I'll speak in your name, too, honey, if I ask you two to be our best men?"

"Yes, of course," Hilda nodded.

Klink flushed a bit, while Fuhrmann simply grinned. "It's a honor," both said in unison, making the new engaged couple laugh and the others snicker.

"Sorry for interrupting," a voice said, and General Butler pushed through the little group. "But I don't want to miss giving my congratulations to the young pair, too." He lifted Hilda's hand to set a hand-kiss on it. "I'm glad for you, Miss Schneider. And my sincere congratulations for your engagement." Then he offered his hand to Schmidt. "The same goes for you, young man. I'd never thought that I would shake an SS-man's hand to give him my best wishes for a appointed marriage, but you're indeed an exception in many directions."

"Thank you, General Butler," Schmidt replied, before he added quietly, "And thank you for everything you did for Hammelburg – including delaying an attack after the ultimatum was off."

Alex sighed. "Sometimes to follow a gut-feeling is better to stick to hard facts. This little town is indeed nice, and I'm glad that we didn't have to tear it down – last but not least, because of your personal engagement and bravery," He pursed his lips. "This brings me to another topic. Usually a new German police leader is chosen by the current military government of a town or district, but I think in your case there is no need to staff someone else. You're the best man for the job – and you proved to be trustworthy." He lifted his hand to a short salute. "To a successful cooperation, Lieutenant Schmidt – or whatever your rank will be after the German police has been reformed."

Hilda beamed up at Horst, who flushed with joy. He loved his job and duty. "And once again, I can only express my gratitude, General. Thank you."

"A fresh wed man has to have a job to support his family – especially when a baby is already there."

A sweet laugh escaped Hilda. "Yes, one is already here – and I hope a few more will enlarge our family." She glanced at Hogan. "And the first boy will be named Robert." She watched at how her friend and ally began to grin like mad and glanced up at Horst. "You're okay with it?"

"Absolutely," he nodded. "I don't know if you'll still be here in Germany when our marriage takes place. Hell, first I have to call the banns, our church has to be repaired and clean, and I'm sure you're needed at home. But if there is a chance for you to attend our marriage, I would be very, very happy."

Hogan smiled. "I don't plan to return to the US immediately."

"What?" Butler looked shocked at him.

Robert shook his head. "No, Alex, if there is a chance I want to stay in Stalag 13 for a few weeks more until a well chosen replacement has been shown the ropes. Many of the former POWs will stay as long as the war continues – those whose countries are still in the Nazis' hands or have no other chance to return home. Then there are the weak ones – those who cannot accompany you to fight, but also cannot return to their own units like the Brits. I took over command from Oberst Klink. He entrusted me with his camp – not because of the liberation, but because he trusts me to keep everything in order."

Butler frowned a little bit. "You're needed, Robert. The war isn't over, and you're a high ranking officer who…"

"Who wasn't in combat for three years, doesn't know of the newest technologies you guys use now, and above all, would need to be taught the newest strategies. Officers like Connor, who have only been locked up for half a year or so, are still up-to-date concerning all that, but I'm not. I would do more damage than good – but to lead this camp is nothing new, so…"

"Hey!" Wilhelm protested, and caught Rob's smirk.

"Will, let's face it; I led the camp the last three years with you, didn't I?"

Klink rolled his eyes, shook his head, and finally sighed, "Yes."

Promptly, the Heroes, Schmidt, and Hilda began to laugh, and the former Oberst threw his arms up. "Yes, I know; this damn rascal had me wrapped around his fingers, BUT…" He pointed one finger at Hogan's still grinning face. "I also tricked you in thinking that you had the upper hand, while in truth I knew for more than two years who and what you are for real."

Hogan laughed. "Yes, you got me. I cannot deny it." 'And you got me in a second way Alex should never learn of,' he added, in thought.

Klink nodded with satisfaction and crossed his long arms in front of his chest. "And don't forget it."

Butler cleared his throat. "You want to stay here until the war is over? Did I get that right?" He asked Hogan, who nodded. "I had other plans for you."

"Alex," Robert sighed. "Really, I'm overdue for some holidays. If you can't give me the post as the camp's CO, then grant me a four week holiday, and I'll spend them here."

"Here!" The general echoed.

"Well, why not? It's a beautiful area, a nice town, nice people – super for holidays. I could help with translations, prevent misunderstandings, aaaand…" He stretched the last word, making Butler wary.

"And?"

"Regard it as my birthday present."

For a long moment, everyone around him only stared at him, then Kinch clapped his palm in front of his forehead. LeBeau groaned, and Newkirk cursed, while Wilhelm gasped.

"Your birthday," Klink said. "Yesterday was your birthday!"

"Mon Dieu, we forgot mon colonel's birthday!" Louis cried, and threw his arms around his friend. "Congratulations belatedly!"

The others followed and gave Robert their best wishes. Wilhelm didn't care for the public and simply embraced him while congratulating him. Robert returned it and clapped Klink on the back. "Thanks," he murmured.

"And there I wanted to make you a cake," LeBeau almost whined.

Hogan gave Wilhelm free and shrugged. "Well, one year I got an almost failed mission, another year I got the chance to destroy an arms factory and send the general who captured me to a permanent vacation in good ol' England. This year I got a liberation. I think this is a nice increasement. And to put the cherry on the cake…"

"The cake I didn't bake," Louis lamented.

Hogan winked at him, while he continued. "…I'm granted a leave to stay here." He threw Alex a puppy glance.

"You really want to stay here for the next three or four weeks?" Butler began to realize that this was not a kind of joke.

"Yes," Hogan nodded.

"Well, if the Gov'nor stays, I'll stay here, too," Newkirk nodded. "By the way, our units are God knows where, and I have no chance to report in to them."

"Definitely," Kinch nodded. "I want to stay here, too – help the guys install new communication systems to hold contact with London."

"Good idea. You have my support." Baker agreed.

"Between here and France are too many combats for my taste. I'll stay, too," LeBeau said. "Schnitzer has to teach me a few things about Bella and the other dogs, after all."

Carter had pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket. "If you're all staying here, I'll do it, too." He added.

Butler stared at them with a flabbergasted expression. "You all…?" He threw his head into his neck and glared up at the skies. "Pray to tell me WHY I had to race to your rescue and liberate the camp at all if you SO want to stay here?"

"There's LeBeau's cooking, basketball with the guys, irritating Schultzie…" Carter's listing was interrupted by Hogan and Kinch, calling his family name indignantly. The youngest Hero only grinned. "Admit it; it wasn't so bad. And with the SS out of the picture and no more dangerous missions, you can really endure a longer stay here."

"Carter," Hogan groaned, and massaged his temples. "We want to stay to help the others to organize the camp anew, take care that our boys can settle in, and that the civilians don't have to fear some 'pranks' – NOT to have a vacation."

"Didn't you just say that you want the general to grant you a leave here, because…"

"Carter, do us all a favor: Shut up." Newkirk sighed.

Butler watched the 'gang' with new amusement, then his gaze wandered back to Hogan. "If you stay here, Robert, I'll have no chance of getting you and the others back to England and home again before the war is over," he warned.

And, to his astonishment, his 'chosen son' only smiled. "That's exactly what I'm looking for." Almost incidentally, his glance wandered to Klink. "And if I can make another suggestion; maybe you're in need for someone who knows German protocol, culture, and speaks English."

"I thought you already volunteered for the job," Alex grumbled, almost sarcastically.

"Well, this is a full-time job – at the camp and the town. And the civilians here trust a German more than an American, so maybe Colonel Klink can support our boys here, and I'll do the same in the camp – or the other way around, depending on the need."

Of course his friends realized what he was up to: He wanted to stay here with Klink – to have some more time alone with his lover. And without even coordinating everything with each other, they all took the same line.

"That sounds good, Colonel," Kinch said calmly.

"Yes, a really good idea, sir." Newkirk agreed.

The others nodded and beamed at Butler, who felt a headache approaching. "And what shall I tell Eisenhower – or Churchill?" He asked. "I already got a dance on the high wire with them because I decided on my own to move to North Bavaria to free you. If you stay here, then…"

"Then both gentlemen can be sure that nothing will get out of control in this area – a worry less to carry on their shoulders," Hogan said innocently.

"Yeah, and who thinks of my shoulders?" Butler complained.

"We – every day," Carter said seriously, earning him a few more pointed gazes.

Groaning again, the general gave in. "All right – but woe you get into trouble again, Robert. I don't know if I can send someone to get your ass out of hot water then."

"Don't fear, General," Klink cut if. "If it should come to that, he still has me – like before."

Butler shook his head. "Why does this all function only here? If there were guys like you around in Germany, this damn war would already be over."

*** HH *** HH ***

Later that morning, Hogan, Klink, and the others returned to Stalag 13 with Hilda. Schmidt stayed in town to get everything in order, and the same went for Butler and his staff.

The welcome in camp was warm and hearty. Everyone was glad that the threat of combat was over. The German guards were relieved, a lot of them coming from this area and feared the worst. Schultz and Langenscheidt beamed like idiots as they heard that the town had surrendered and was safe now. Even Burkhalter smiled at the news.

Connor and his men had not been emotionally linked to Hammelburg, yet they were glad, too that the small town was spared. However, they were baffled as they learned of Hogan's decision to stay here for a little longer – he and his men. Connor, Harrison, and the others were eager to join the fighting troops again, but for them, the war had been interrupted only for a few months, while the Heroes were here for more than three years.

Schultz was happy that 'his troublemakers' wouldn't leave so soon – and he was happy for Klink, because he knew that his former superior and Hogan would get some time for themselves.

The Schneiders weren't really surprised to hear that their daughter had been asked for her hand in marriage by Horst Schmidt. The Oberleutnant had promised to come to the camp in the evening to ask them officially for their permission in marrying their daughter. The news of Hilda's engagement with Schmidt spread through the camp like a wild fire, and the young woman had to shake many hands.

In the early afternoon, Butler and a part of his staff arrived. There was a lot to discuss, and so they, Hogan, Klink, and Captain Godman – who would stay as the leading officer of the newly established military government – met in the Kommandantur.

The afternoon went by quickly. Because the whole area to the Saale River was secured by the US troops, the farmers who had gotten shelter in the camp were allowed to return to their homes for a few hours..

Butler and Hogan had ordered that no plundering was allowed until further notice, therefore no butchering of livestock. After Alex had learned that many farmers had supported the camp within the last several weeks with vegetables, milk, dried fruits, and so on, he didn't want to 'thank' them by stealing what they needed to keep their families alive. Yet he knew that sooner or later they would have to take some livestock and other provisions from the German people to secure their own men's health and welfare. Hogan had already suggested that some 'air parcels' with milk and egg powder, flour, and potatoes would do wonders, but it would still mean that bombers were misappropriated as food carriers.

"Let's face it; to guarantee ordnance, you have to use the air as a way of transportation in the future," Robert argued. "And you can really spare a few bombers by now. Most of Germany lies in ruins, so a few bombers more or less do not count."

Alex groaned for the hundredth time today and glared at him. "Bombers carrying food," he shook his head. "High Command and Roosevelt are going to call me crazy."

"Or a genius. This way our boys can get supplies far quicker and safer. And before you say that Hammelburg is too far in the middle of Germany to guarantee a safe flight for the unarmed bombers, just send a few of our fighters and some bombers with real loads with them. The Germans don't have so many planes anymore and won't attack a larger squadron that flies over already conquered territories."

"They can't land here," Norton threw in for consideration, and Hogan only grinned.

"Half a mile into the south is a big, long field. We already received air parcels there, so no problem."

Butler stared at him. "You have a solution for everything, haven't you?"

"I really suspect him for being in truth a gambler," Klink chuckled. "He has so many trumps up his sleeve, you wonder how he can still move his arms at all."

"Hey!" Robert protested, with a pout but shining eyes, while Will only smirked fondly at him.

Butler leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and sighed heavily. "Bombers carrying food. I don't believe it."

Of course he couldn't know that this would be a life line for Berlin three years later – when American bombers would transport coal to the city to keep the power supply up after the Russians try to force the West Allies out by cutting off all power systems for the British, French, and American sectors. Tegel Airport and its (by now still unknown) independent power and communication unit that was commanded by the US would be the only way to keep life in the three sectors possible. But the people of Berlin gave the planes another name that would go down in history: Candy bombers – because the pilots sent chocolate and candy tied to little parachutes made of handkerchiefs and down to the children.

But for now, Butler only thought of how to explain to his superiors that he wanted to give supplies to Stalag 13 by sending bombers with food to this part of Germany. Other liberated camps would demand the same. Rubbing his temples, Alex tried to find a solution. And a look at Hogan showed him that this damn rascal wouldn't accept a 'no'. God alone knew what tied the younger man so much to this bunch of wooden huts. Never in a million years would he have thought that a big part of the reason sat beside him wearing the German uniform of a colonel.

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The next three days Butler and his troops remained in Hammelburg and in the camp. The general had to wait for new instructions after getting an earful from Eisenhower and the High Command in London for his 'extra tour'. On the other hand, the leading staff were glad that this part of Germany was under US control and – above all – that many fine officers would be back in the field, soon. Of course, the High Command wasn't too happy that an officer, who should be promoted to a two-star general – Hogan – wanted to remain in the former POW camp, and Butler used an excuse that the colonel had to recover from his last mission, yet offered his service by helping to establish a military government in Hammelburg. Yes, his report was a bit exaggerated, but it did the trick. Hogan was granted a longer stay in the area for the time being.

Butler also visited the tunnels – together with his staff. They all had big eyes, not believing what they saw. How Hogan and his men had managed to build up a whole intel center like this was beyond them. And the hidden entrances in the dog kennel and tree stump made them laugh. They took photos of the tunnels to present them later to London and Washington and to catch everything for the posterity. The whole operation – Unsung Heroes – would go down in history, no doubt. And Alex simply knew that no other officer would have succeeded this way than Robert E. Hogan.

Schmidt visited the camp a day after Hammelburg's official surrender – and after he had asked Herr Schneider for his daughter's hand in marriage. The wedding wouldn't be within the next six or seven weeks, yet he beamed like a child at the Christmas tree. And as Klink offered Hilda a bale of the white parachute silk they had 'gained' a year prior so that she could sew a bridal gown, the young couple were more than happy.

Horst also bid Burkhalter goodbye. He thanked Albert once again for saving his life at the former SS-Headquarters and promised him to keep in touch if there was a chance for it. Then he left again, a bit sad to leave the older man behind, but full of hope that the general's punishment wouldn't be drastic.

On April 11th, Butler and a large part of the division continued its way towards the Isar, preparing to conquer Landshut and later Munich. Therefore, they would call off the day earlier after dinner – a dinner they had in Klink's quarters, like the others before.

They all went to bed early, meaning that Butler and his staff used some field beds placed in the Kommandantur, and Burkhalter slept in Klink's living room. Alex hadn't even asked for details as he had realized three days prior that Hogan still lived in Klink's quarters. Sometimes it was better not to know everything. And when he crossed the compound and saw former German guards and former POWs talking with each other, smoking cigarettes, and even heard laughter here and there, he decided to simply ignore everything. In this camp, so many things were unusual or odd that he thought it better to leave the answers unknown.

The next morning, Butler bid goodbye. Once again, he asked Hogan if he was really sure that he wanted to stay here longer, but Robert and his friends had made their decision, and Alex accepted it.

Then came the time to say goodbye to Connor and those who were able to fight. They would join Butler or be sent to other battle places – which London still had to decide. Connor, his godfather, and Harrison, together with a few lower ranking officers, would first return to London before they would get new assignments and took Burkhalter with them. Butler thought it to be safer for the Austrian to stay in the English vision of an Oflag in Great Britain, getting all the treatment an officer of his rank was ought to get. The risk of something happening to him there in Germany was too high.

It was an odd goodbye for the Austrian and the others, to say it carefully. Cladded in his uniform, but wearing a civilian coat, Burkhalter and Klink saluted each other before Albert offered his hand. "Klink, I never thought I would say this, but…I enjoyed the times I worked with you. You were the most silly and nerve-robbing man I ever met – not knowing that beneath all this gauche behavior a true eagle was hiding. You played us all well – my respect."

Will shook the other man's hand. "I have to admit that there had been times I wanted you to be far away – on the moon or even in the galaxy. And then I worried for your safety, because I knew deep down that you weren't so bad – that I could have had worse superiors." He lay a hand on the massive shoulder of the older man. "Good luck, General Burkhalter. I'm sure the Americans will give you a fair trial, and if I'm invited as a witness, I will speak on your behalf – after all, you DID protect this camp against the despotism of the regime."

"Danke." Burkhalter nodded, before he turned towards the new (old) CO of camp. "Hogan," he addressed the US colonel. "I don't know how often I wanted to wring your neck, send you to another camp, or curse you into next week, but in the end, I knew that you had your men under control and kept the camp running smoothly. I knew how to handle you. Or so I thought. There were a few moments in which I simply knew that you were Papa Bear, but I ignored it – for better or worse, I cannot say. But one thing is for sure; you're a worthy opponent, a real loyal friend to those who have your heart, and a honorable man despite your 'second' job. Farewell – and I wish you happiness for your future life."

Robert couldn't deny it; he was a little perplexed to get such warm words from the fat Austrian. Sure, they had worked together a few times to prevent catastrophes from taking place or to lessen damages. They even were allies within the last few days, but Burkhalter's compliment caught him by surprise.

"General Burkhalter, I also have to admit that there were hours I wanted you on the other side of the world, but most times I had to realize that you stood between us and the regime – even if you used the camp for doubtful tests, but that's beside the point." He took a deep breath. "I also want to thank you once again for coming to my aid in January. You didn't need to do it – traveling all the way from Berlin to Hammelburg to help one single POW officer, yet you came. I, in person, owe you. Yes, Wilhelm was there to stop Hochstetter in the very last moment, but he wouldn't have been able to get me back to the camp if it wouldn't have been for your arrival. Thank you – also for your help concerning Connor and his men and for taking over command when Will was injured instead of sending some stupid idiot again."

Burkhalter grimaced. "That was simply an attempt to prevent things from getting worse. Every substitute Klink ever got for whatever reason fled camp, fell from grace, or vanished – and I'm absolutely sure that this was because of you and your gang." He nodded towards the Heroes, who stood nearby and listened.

"We needed Wilhelm here – not only because I thought him to be…manipulable…" Klink cleared his throat and shot Hogan a glare. "…but also because he is a decent man who wouldn't allow any harm befall on us. Hell, he even quarreled with Hochstetter a few times, and that says a lot."

Burkhalter nodded with a smile. Yes, Hochstetter had been the big foe for all of them within this camp, but the man was now history.

"Hogan, may I ask you something personal?"

Robert nodded. "Of course."

"What did you really say to Hochstetter before he was executed?" He cocked his head. "I'm sure that it was something very strong that sent him over the edge like it did."

Hogan began to chuckle. "I told him the truth," he answered. "I told him that he had been right all the time, but he would take that knowledge with him to the grave."

Burkhalter stared at him with an open mouth, then began to laugh. "I didn't think you'd have it in you, Colonel. Yes, you're a daredevil, and I'm sure that many other men would simply forget the 'dare' and would call you only a devil, but you're not evil. But this…" He shook his head in plain amusement and laughed again. "This I'm calling a revenge to my liking." He calmed down again and watched the younger man smirking the lopsided grin that had irritated him so often, but not anymore.

For a moment, silence rose, then Burkhalter cleared his throat and saluted. "Colonel Hogan, in its own way, it was a honor to meet you. Once again, I wish you the best for your future."

Robert returned the salute. "The same goes for you, General. I wish you indeed a brighter future than what is the presence right now."

Albert snorted. "I don't know if I even have a future, but…"

"You won't be executed," Hogan said firmly. "I'm sure of it. My men and I will speak on your behalf, and I'm sure Connor and his staff are going to do the same."

Ryan, who had joined the Heroes a minute ago, stepped forwards. "You can be sure that we will tell the judges of your help that saved a dozen or more lives of my comrades. Your willingness to have a blithe disregard of your regime's rules and send us a train was more than any other German officer did for us before. Thank you." He smiled. "I will report this to London so that you'll get some privileges."

"That reminds me," Hogan cut in. "General, do you want your brother-in-law, Captain Kurtz, to join you? He's in one of the British POW camps, you know. I could arrange…"

"HOGAN! And there I thought you didn't hate me," Albert gasped, almost horrified.

"Why? Don't you like him?" Robert teased.

"That man's a bigger nuisance than Klink ever was."

"Excuse me," Will protested.

"Just grant me some peace before my court martial," Burkhalter added, almost pleadingly.

Hogan laughed and lifted both hands. "Okay, okay, so no happy family reunion. I get it."

The Austrian gave him a glare before he turned his attention to the Heroes. "Gentlemen, you all cost me nerves, gave me sleepless nights, and I'm sure my stomach ulcer is your fault, too – except when I got the excellent meals from you, LeBeau. I hope you can fulfill your dream and run a restaurant in France in the near future."

Louis smiled at him – a real smile for once. "Merci, mon general. I hope you get away from your court martial with a black eye, and that's that."

Burkhalter's eyes shone for a moment. As it seemed, he really had found mercy in the eyes of this bunch of grown boys. "Thank you." He took a deep breath. "And I want to tell all of you that you taught me one thing I was too blind to see before; you can reach any goal when true friendship is the motivation. I wish you all a bright future back home."

Murmurs of polite gratitude, but also some grins and good wishes in return were the answer. Then another person pushed through the Heroes and offered a big hand: Schultz.

"General Burkhalter, I only want to bid you goodbye – and that I truly hope you won't be in too much trouble."

A little bit touched by those simple, but well-meant words, Albert accepted the hand and shook it. "I wish you luck, too, Sergeant Schultz. I don't know if I was too lax with you when you handled Hogan and his men like ill-behaving kids, or if I was too stern with you, but one thing is clear; I stood no chance against your friendship with them. You didn't prejudge them because of their heritage and uniform, but you regarded them as what they are: humans. And you managed to dance on the high wire between your duty and your personal link with those rascals." He lowered his head. "And you were braver than I was – as the bomb stuck here in the compound and in February in Berlin. The first time you stayed while I left…well, fled. And in Berlin you didn't care for the approaching bombers and saved a little girl from getting killed, while I raced down into the tunnels of the metro to be safe. It's not easy for me to admit this, but…sometimes you had more courage than I had. I'm sure your family is going to be proud of you."

Schultz had flushed a bit and beamed goofily at him. "Danke, General. I think every man can overgrow himself if needed. There were a few occasions that you fought and I ran, so we're even." He saluted. "Be safe, General, and I wish you'll be free soon."

"Me too, Schultz…me too," Burkhalter sighed. Then he saluted one last time and went to one of the trucks, which waited for him and the former guards that stuck true to Hitler. They would be sent to one of the POW camps in the west of Germany, meaning that a few hard months lay ahead of them. The other former guards would remain in camp, be questioned, then get to go home as soon as the war was over.

Connor wished Hogan and his men, as well as Klink and Schultz, farewell, thanked them once again for their help, asked Hogan to give his regards to Dr. Birkhorn and Schmidt when he saw them again, then walked to the waiting troops.

One by one, trucks, jeeps, and tanks left. Butler was the last to go. Exchanging best wishes with the Heroes and Klink, he finally pulled Hogan in a rough embrace and clapped his back with one hand. "Be safe, son. I came on my own to get you out of here, so do me a favor and stay out of trouble, will you?"

Robert laughed and returned the embrace. "Promise, Alex. We'll see each other again after the war – and should you contact my parents, give them my deepest love. I'll come home when this mess here is really over."

"A promotion is waiting for you, too," Butler said, with a soft smile. Then he stepped back and saluted, a plain sign of deep respect. "Colonel Hogan."

"General Butler, please stay alive and healthy," Robert returned the greeting.

One last nod, then the general hurried to his jeep.

The noise of withdrawing vehicles and tanks were heard for a long time, then silence spread over Stalag 13.

Klink, who had stepped beside Hogan, lifted an eyebrow. "Don't you regret not going with him – or flown away and back home?"

Robert smiled, and deep warmth shone in his brown eyes. "Will, you forgot; I'm home where you are." He wanted to grasp for his lover's hand, but it was impossible there in the open. Yet he murmured, "And you know what lies ahead for us now?" As the older man shook his head, he grinned. "A few weeks of just you and me." He threw a look over to the separate little building, and Wilhelm got the hint. Grinning, he winked at his beloved troublemaker, then they turned around to do what they had done for three years: lead Stalag 13 together.

TBC…

Yeees, a happy but also teary beginning of the 'end'. Horst and Hilda got a happily 'ever-after', Burkhalter showed once again his more kindly side and received the same in return, and Rob and Will have a nice time laying ahead – well, for now.

In the next chapter you're going to learn what happens to Schultz' family after Heidelberg surrendered and became the American HQ in Germany for a longer time. Yet in other cities the war still rages, and one city that was very endangered at this time was Düsseldorf. And therefore Klink's family. As Robert learns of a planned air-raid against the town that was ought to race the whole area, Papa Bear once again uses his influences – yet, for once, he can't do anything in person.

I hope, you liked the new chapter that gave a few insights of the beginning peace that accompanied surrender. Like always, I'd be happy to get some feedback. The next chapter will come at the coming Friday – after a week full of fate.

For my American readers: Usually I don't refer to any political actual things within my stories or my little 'epilogues'. But this time I break with a rule I made for myself.

I hope dearly that the 20th January will be peacefully without any trouble and violence within the USA. I was shocked to watch at the TV what happened in Washington last Wednesday, because it reminded me so terrible much at what happened in our country 85 years ago in Berlin in this fateful night, as our 'Capitol' (the Reichstag) was attacked and even burnt, yet the truth about the reason was revealed only ten years later – that this 'attack' was a fake initiated by Hitler to strengthen his influence and to drive sick point of views home. And the whole thing was the beginning of everything that led to WWII.

I hope and pray that this insanity last Wednesday was only an 'one-time-thing', and that the dead of those five people wasn't for naught, but maybe opened a few eyes. I also hope that our American friends will remember that tolerance and a strong democracy (with all its up and downs) is the key for peace. Believe me, as a German I know of what I'm 'speaking' just right now. Intolerance, chevy, stubbornness and blindness only lead to pain, no matter if it happens in private or officially. Different opinions don't mean that you're an enemy, you simply can learn a lot by listening and thinking about it later in a quiet hour. I made this experience myself, and I hope the REAL oldest democracy of our planet is going to see it likewise again and begins to heal.

In this spirit, I wish you, my dear American readers, a peaceful week, and – of course – I wish all my readers of the other countries the same.

Love,

Yours Starflight