Disclaimer: I do not own the Rat Patrol or profit from writing. I do it just because I need to do something with my brain.
Italics note sentences supposed to be in German. I thought it would be better to do this, than writing everything again in English.
Moffitt's heart thumped in painful regularity. He was sweating profusely, but he hoped the Germans would credit the desert for all his sweat. The Allied Headquarters had sent Moffitt to the German Headquarters in Benghazi. The Allies had recently captured a Germen spy on the way to Benghazi to provide the Germans with some vital information. Moffitt's assignment was to go in place of the spy and hand the Germans false information to harm their side. When they had reported to Captain Boggs, a General was with him. The General had outlined their assignment and then inquired as to who Sergeant Moffitt was. The General had looked expectantly at Hitch. Moffitt stepped forward and introduced himself. The General looked quite disappointed.
"I was rather hoping that Sergeant Moffitt would look more German than this." He directed his gaze at Hitch. "You don't happen to speak any German do you?"
Hitch shook his head, "I know just about enough to say, 'Hands up or we'll shoot.' I don't think that would be very helpful in this situation. Moffitt is the only one who can speak German. He speaks it like a Kraut."
The General sighed, "Well, I guess you'll have to do. But remember, you must be very convincing. The fate of thousands of soldiers rests in your hands."
Moffitt nodded, "I understand, Sir. I will do my best."
"Very well, you leave tomorrow."
Moffitt walked into German Headquarters. "I am here to speak to General Zimmerman." He was led to a room. Inside was General Zimmerman and several other officers.
The General got up. "Ah, Lieutenant Lang. I hope you made it here with no difficulties."
Moffitt smiled, "Yes, I had few difficulties."
"I believe you have something for me."
"Yes, here is the map of their biggest supply depot."
"Thank you, Lieutenant. You have been a big help to the Third Reich."
Moffitt saluted crisply and left. He really could do without these sort of missions. They took several years off his life. He would have grey hairs way before his time. He got into his vehicle and left. He couldn't wait to get back to the base.