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Chapter One

October 1944, Supreme Allied Headquarters, London.

Colonel Robert Hogan, a POW from Stalag 13, outside the small town of Hammelburg in southern Germany, was ushered into a room full of Generals, representing every major fighting army in the European theatre.

"Hogan, it's good to see you," said General Simpson, the general who oversaw all covert activity in Europe.

"Thank you, General. I'm sorry I don't get here more often."

"Don't tell me you have a hard time getting a pass," the general said with a chuckle.

"It must be my bad behavior," replied Hogan.

"Well, what 'Bad Behavior' are you here to talk to us about this time?" asked the general.

"Just the end of the War," said Hogan.

"I've thought you already ended it a time or two, when you got the underground released and to coincide with the Normandy Invasion?" replied another general, Walter Tillman.

"Sorry General, Normandy was just a confusion of the General Staff."

Simpson laughed, "I'm just glad you confuse them as much as you do us! So, tell us about this plan."

Hogan began, "Well, as you all know, southern Germany has slowly been stripped of most of its front line fighting forces, first to the Russian Front, and now to defend the German border with France. The bad part is that the route will be one of the only ways for the General Staff and other associated miscreants to escape Germany, first to Switzerland and then on to points unknown."

He continued, "Obviously, the bulk of the fighting will be towards Berlin, from both fronts. This gives us an opportunity to capitalize on the lack of troops to control key areas in Southern Germany."

"What is this?!" roared General Kalikovich, the Russian representative, "Prisoners becoming troops? And most of them are air force troops!"

"Come now, my dear Colonel," replied another General, this one representing the British, "What could you expect to do with only the relative few people in your camp?"

Hogan replied, "Yes, it's true that the majority of our people are flyers, but I don't need to remind you we have some Russian Infantry, American Rangers, and British Commandos that have been with us for a while. We also have over 2200 people just in our camp, and I know of five other Stalags that are within 50 miles of Stalag 13."

General Kalikovich answered back, "2200 unarmed, or lightly armed, poorly trained troops – what could you seriously accomplish?"

"We are not as unarmed as you might think, General. We have had the opportunity to stockpile a large cache of weapons, stolen from various units, as well as detailed maps to other caches of demolitions. Besides, my plan hinges on the fact that the Germans will never know we've taken over," said Hogan. "Oh, and General, five other camps gives me a possibility of 10,000 more troops to utilize in that regions. Even a force of that size, a division essentially, could control a lot of ground if the enemy doesn't know you're there."

The room dissolved into chaos. Everyone was talking at once, the decorum of a staff conference was lost on the incredulity of the idea. Finally, General Simpson took control. "Gentlemen, Please. Remember who this comes from! If you aren't surprised by now on the schemes Hogan is capable of, you haven't been paying attention the last three years!"

It began to quiet down, although now the conversation turned to some of the more elaborate ploys that Hogan had implemented. Simpson finally regained control, "Gentlemen, Please, our time is limited! Hogan has to get back for his bed -check!" That brought forth a few laughs and everyone quieted down.

Over the next forty-five minutes, Colonel Robert Hogan laid out his plan in front of some of the leading military minds in all of the allied armies. He had to answer quite a few questions, as well as ask a few, particularly regarding allied capabilities about delivering him supplies. When he finished, the consensus around the room was that he was mad, stark raving mad.

General Starks led the charge, "Alright, one division, spread across southern Germany, even with our support, however we would get it to you, you would be cut off and helpless against Wehrmacht troops."

"I don't plan on advertising our presence," replied Hogan. "Our whole operation comes down to interdicting supply lines, interfering with communication and causing chaos. That's no different from what we've been doing, but on a much larger scale."

General Walters interjected, "An operation of that size would almost represent a third front, the logistical problems alone would doom it."

"Not so, General. I plan on having the Germans supply most of our needs, except for those I laid out before. Since we will be using their facilities, it only seems right to use their supplies!" Hogan answered.

A Lieutenant walked into the meeting room and quickly went over to General Simpson, he bent down and whispered into the General's ear. "You're quite right Lt. Jenkins, and thank you for reminding me. Gentlemen, we will have to make the decision and let Colonel Hogan know, he needs to be on a plane back to Germany within 30 minutes, and I need 5 of them to discuss a few other matters. So Colonel, could you please follow me?"

Hogan immediately got up to follow the Senior officer out of the room, and they headed to the next office, which was General Simpson's office. The Lieutenant followed them into the office.

"Hogan, that is an audacious and far reaching plan. I will say, I'm not surprised. Oh, I'm surprised about the plan, don't get me wrong, but if there is anybody in the world who would have thought of it, it was you. I will go over the plan you left with the group. I believe it will be approved, I've had enough time with the assorted generals to know when they really didn't like an idea. The opportunities and the potential saving of lives across all the theatres of this damn war will sway everyone's opinion. But I will confirm it with you when we have decided."

"In the meantime, I have some other information for you. First of all is to congratulate you for the work you have done. You will probably never know how much you have helped the Allied cause. Toward that end, and in consideration of what is to come, I want to give you something now that was only scheduled for you to receive when you came home." Lieutenant Jenkins handed the General a small box. "We couldn't announce this of course, for fear of giving away your organization. Who would get a promotion while a POW? But your work behind the lines, and the network you have developed, has been equal to any force we have in the field. Your first promotion came shortly after you started your group, and started providing us with information. The second came last year when some bean counter noticed how many flyers have returned from Germany, and how many defectors have left Germany and the Supreme Powers were called to your attention. So, without ever having been noted as Brigadier General Hogan, let me congratulate Major General Hogan!"

"Sir," Hogan began, "I'm speechless. I can't wear this. I've only done my duty."

General Simpson replied, "Son, you've done so much more than your duty, and under circumstances that are truly above and beyond. And I can safely say you are probably the only one who could have pulled it off. And by the way, the other promotions you asked for are approved, you're going to need them if you want to pull this one off!"

"Thank you general. My team deserves them. I can foresee a time in the not too distant future when it will be important for my staff to carry the clout to get things done. With several different armies approaching from several directions, it will be all we can do to keep our part of the world sane."

The general laughed. "Of all the words you could have used to describe your operation, 'sane' is not the one I would have chosen."