The next day, they drove to Dietrich's base. Dietrich was there to greet them. "I see you got my letter, gentleman."
"Yes, what do you want with us?"
"Actually, I only need Sergeant Troy. The rest of you are only here because I knew your sergeant would not agree to come unless you were invited also."
"So what do you need me for?" asked Troy. "I don't really want to spend my birthday in a German base."
Dietrich raised an eyebrow. "Oh so it is your birthday? Happy birthday."
"Thanks, Captain. Now can we get whatever you wanted over with?"
"Of course, I only need to have you model for me for a few minutes."
"Model for you!"
"Yes," Dietrich replied with as much dignity as he could muster, "I found myself drawing you but it didn't turn out quite right, and I cannot figure out why."
"You called us hear just so you could draw me?"
"I hate an unfinished sketch," Dietrich defended himself.
Troy sighed, "Alright, Captain. Lead the way to your studio."
They followed Dietrich into a sparsely decorated office. Dietrich had Troy sit in a chair while he sketched him. The rest of the Rat Patrol looked on in amusement. After some time, Dietrich finished. He followed them outside to their waiting jeeps.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Sergeant. This is for all your efforts." He handed Troy something wrapped in brown paper.
"Sure, Captain. But next time pick someone else to sketch."
"Believe me, Sergeant. I will try my best." He saluted and left.
Troy stared after him. Then he turned back to his team. "Alright, let's shake it."