Carter grabbed the bottom bunk closest to the door and stowed his box of belongings. Behind him, he could hear a few of the other prisoners squabble over top bunks.

"All right, that's enough," Carter ordered without turning, suddenly feeling the weight of the stripes on his arm. He had no doubt he was the highest ranking man there. Of course, except for Colonel Hogan, the same thing was true in Barracks 2, but he had been more than happy to abdicate his leadership responsibilities to the more-capable Kinch. But Kinch wasn't here, and he wasn't sure what kind of men he was dealing with now. So, until he could determine who had actual leadership qualities, he would be in charge.

"It's only going to be temporary anyway," Carter continued. "As soon as Corporal Weiss gets transferred, everything will go back to normal." Of that, Carter had no doubt. Hogan would want everyone back to where they were most useful to the organization.

"Yeah, all right," someone grumbled. The fighting died down as the men grabbed the bunk closest to them.

Carter sighed and turned to face the other prisoners. "Is anyone here already from Barracks 1?" he asked. The men murmured amongst themselves and all shook their heads. Carter frowned. That meant that none of them knew where the tunnel entrance was. Carter himself had never had reason to go up into Barracks 1 from the tunnels, so he didn't know either. Although he supposed if it were really necessary to use it, they would find it in a hurry. "Anyone share a barracks with anyone else before?"

"Corporal Weber and I were in Barracks 7," someone reported. "I'm Private Becker, by the way."

"Anyone else?"

"Me, Wagner, and Hoffmann were all in Barracks 12," another man said. Carter vaguely recognized him as Sergeant Klein, one of the operation's forgers.

"I guess there's a lot of introductions to be made," Carter finally said when no one else responded. "I'm Sergeant Carter."

"We know who you are," someone said nonchalantly. Of course. Everyone in camp knew Colonel Hogan's core team- they were all leaders amongst the prisoners.

"Right. Well, like I said, this is probably only temporary. The colonel will sort everything out. In the meantime, I guess it'll be nice to have a change of scenery and some new faces." There was a chorus of agreement and the men went about putting their stuff away and introducing themselves to each other. Carter took a moment to count them- 17 men. That left three empty beds. Carter wasn't sure there were enough beds in camp to keep that many empty. He wondered if that meant something- why hadn't Weiss assigned 20 men to this barracks? Were they somehow special? Maybe more would join them once everything became less chaotic.

Carter shrugged and climbed into his bunk. He tucked his poster under his mattress then opened his box of things. There was a little shelf on the wall, and he began filling it with his things. Near the bottom of his box were a few framed pictures. Carter pulled out one and smiled- the last picture of him with his family. He brushed his thumb across it. Life got so busy at Stalag 13 that he sometimes forgot to look at it for weeks on end. It was probably for the best since right now he felt a wave of homesickness.

Shaking his head, he put the picture on the shelf and grabbed another. He stopped short and peered at it intently. He didn't recognize the woman and little girl in the picture. Surely he hadn't been away from home so long that he would forget someone in his own picture! Carter tilted his head as he peered at the picture, racking his brain to try and dredge up some memory.

"Oh," he finally said aloud as it clicked. This wasn't his picture. It had to be Goldman's. He faintly remembered Goldman showing it to him once- it was his wife and daughter. Carter must have scooped it into his box after their stuff had spilled onto his bunk. Carter tucked the picture into his pocket. Corporal Weiss had confined all the prisoners to barracks for the rest of the day, so he would have to give it to Goldman tomorrow.

"So what now?" Corporal Weber asked.

"We're confined to barracks the rest of the day," Private Becker said sourly. "Anyone up for a game of cards?"

"Gin?" Carter asked as he slid onto the bench. Might as well see if he were really a good gin player, or if everyone else in Barracks 2 was just terrible.

"Yeah, sure," Becker said with a shrug. Two more men joined them and introduced themselves as Privates Kramer and Ziegler.

Carter swiftly won the first game and they were just about to start another when the barracks' door opened and Corporal Weiss stepped in. Carter couldn't help but groan as he set down his cards and waited for Weiss to tell them why he was there.

"Right after morning roll call, the men of Barracks 1 will report to the rec hall," Weiss announced.

Carter raised an eyebrow and glanced at the other men at the table. They shrugged. "Why?" Carter finally asked.

"You will be shown a movie," Weiss explained somewhat cordially which surprised Carter. In fact his whole demeanor seemed off. Instead of glowering over them, trying to intimidate him, Weiss seemed almost relaxed. A relaxed Kraut was normally a good thing, but Carter wasn't about to let his guard down.

"What kind of a movie?" Sergeant Klein asked suspiciously.

"You will see," Weiss said shortly.

"Sorry," Private Becker said with a snort. "I'm doing laundry after roll call."

"Yeah," Carter said humorously, "I'm planning on washing my hair."

"I've got this sick friend, see," Private Brandt added.

"My horoscope told me it's a bad day for movies tomorrow," Private Kramer joked.

"Enough!" Weiss snapped, turning red. "You will be there or you will face the consequences!"

"What consequences?" Private Ziegler asked.

"He'll force us to watch the movie without popcorn," Brandt laughed.

"Stop!" Weiss growled. "If you are not there, I will have you all thrown into the cooler. You will be at the rec hall at 0900, no exceptions. You will learn to appreciate your place in the new order!" And with that, Weiss stormed out of the barracks.

"Boo!" Hoffmann called after him, throwing his pillow at the door. Carter sucked in a breath, waiting for Weiss to storm back in, but he didn't much to Carter's relief.

"What was that all about?" Ziegler wondered, scratching his head.

"I dunno," Carter said. "Can't be good."

"What did he mean we would learn to appreciate our place in the new order?" Brandt asked.

"I dunno," Carter repeated, feeling uneasy. He wished Colonel Hogan were here. At least when he didn't have any answers, the men trusted he would find them. Carter doubted anyone would show such confidence in him.

"Hey, wait a minute," Klein said, snapping his fingers. "Do you guys notice something? Take a look around." Carter looked around but apparently missed what was so obvious to Klein.

"What?" Ziegler asked curiously.

"Look at us- all blond hair, blue eyes. And we all have German last names," Klein explained.

"So?" Kramer said, confused.

"So, Weiss must consider us part of his Aryan master race," Klein concluded.

"That's ridiculous," Brandt scoffed. "Nazis have nothing but contempt for Americans."

"Maybe he's making an exception for those of us with German roots," Klein said with a shrug.

"So what? He thinks he can bombard us with propaganda and brainwash us into joining the 'glorious' Third Reich?" Becker asked with a snort.

"Anyone have any other ideas?" Klein asked.

"That theory doesn't explain me," Carter pointed out. "I'm not German at all."

"I heard you're an Indian, ain't you?" Klein said. "I think Hitler considers the Sioux Aryan too."

That explained Weiss' interest in him. Carter grimaced and had to concede Klein's point. "All right, we'll keep that as a working theory."

"So what do we do?" Kramer asked.

Carter shrugged. "I don't know. I guess we go to the movie and take it for what it is- a pile of cockamamie propaganda manufactured by a bunch of lunatics."