A few days later Ann and I met with Endora, a tall middle aged woman with bright coppery hair, green eyes and an evil grin. Seeing Ann she opened her arms. "You were one of my biggest fans." Looking then at me she went on, "How nice of you to introduce us."

They say the way to a man's heart is thru his stomach. Well, it's kind of a round about route if you ask me. But it can be a useful one when working with women as well. And I fired my best shot with generous portions of Hot Apple pie, Vanilla Ice Cream and a sweet cinnamon coffee I learned to make in Mexico, Both women listened intently, then agreed to help with the plan as I laid it out for them. Again I reminded them, "I don't want to change the course of World War 2. Just teach them a lesson."

Endora then waved an arm and suddenly we were in the long moth balled control room of Tick Tock base. The time tunnel gaping like a hungry mouth before us. Suddenly, at a snap of Endora's fingers, the panels lit up and the old computers began to hum. Ann's dark skirt suit took on new shape and a menacing insignia. Endora again reminded her. "When you're ready to come back. Just click your jackboots three times, and say - Heil Endora." "I'll remember. Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" Endora hugged her, "Much as I'd love to this is your show. But don't be surprised if I drop in from time to time."

A moment later Ann walked into the tunnel. Small explosions and mushroom clouds followed her down the tunnel, and then the time vortex took her.

Raus, raus, raus, Schultz bellowed as the barracks door opened with a crash. Grudgingly, men began rolling out of their bunks. In his small office Hogan rolled over and realized something was wrong.

"But coronel this can't be happening. It just isn't possible." Le Beau said in a near panic. "It isn't possible. But we'll figure it out later. Right now we'd better get out there before something else happens."

Shultz was shaking so badly he could barely count. Finally he asked, "Is everyone here?" Then turned to see a tall dark haired woman in the uniform of an SS Colonel emerge from the kommandants quarters. A moment later her high pitched voice barked - "REPORT."

Still stammering Shultz could barely get out the words. "All present or accounted for Frau Kommandant." "Good." The woman returned his salute. "Strip the prisoners."

"Strip the prisoners Frau Kommandant?"

Walking up to the portly sergeant, the woman jabbed her riding crop under his chin. "Order the prisoners to strip naked and collect their clothes. NOW!" "Jaaa ...Javohl Frau Kommandant.."

Hogan stepped forward. "Frau Kommandant. I protest. Under the Geneva Convention, prisoners - are allowed to keep their basic uniforms."

"Your protest is noted. Now you were ordered to strip. Do it. NOW!"

A short time later the shivering prisoners stood naked. "Prisoners of the Third Reich. Your Colonel's protest has cost you breakfast. Sergeant, you will instruct these prisoners in the glorious German Goose step, then conduct them in one hour of close order drill."

The orders brought howls of protest. An evil smile on her lips the woman again turned to Shultz. 'Sergeant, by their complaints, it would seem that the prisoners think one hour of drill insufficient, therefore, you will drill them for two hours." A shocked silence followed. The woman nodded approvingly, "Carry on sergeant."

Two hours of close order drill in bare feet seemed like an eternity to the naked prisoners. And even longer to the overweight sergeant who led them. Arriving back at their barracks, they found the new Kommandant waiting for them. "Call the prisoners to attention Sergeant."

Deciding to take a chance Hogan called. "Permission to speak Frau Kommandant?"

Holding her riding crop in both hands across her body the woman glared at him coldly. "Permission denied. I will speak, you will listen."

"Prisoners of the Third Reich, I am SS Standartenfurher Anna Muller, your new kommandant. I hope you enjoyed your little walk this morning. Because the sergeant will be taking you on another one tomorrow morning." An already heavily panting Shultz looked like he was going to faint. Smiling grimly she looked over the prisoner ranks. ""Now, you're probably wondering about certain, other changes that have taken place. -"

She went on finishing, "Sergeant, you will lead the prisoners in a half hour of calisthenics then march them to the showers. I will send additional guards to help. They are to be kept together and in plain sight at all times. Regardless of what they are doing."

"In the showers Frau Kommandant."

"At all times Sergeant, Whether they're in the showers, latrines or asleep. They are to be watched."

"But - but - but - Frau Kommandant - They are all women."

"Would you rather watch a Russian Tank Sergeant?"

"Nein Frau Kommandant."

Her voice got dropped, "Then don't ever question my orders again."

Finally back at the barracks that evening, an exhausted group of prisoners gathered around Hogan. Closing his eyes for a moment to shut out the pink shifts and panties the prisoners had been issued. He tried to collect his thoughts. "Look guys, I don't know how this happened either. But that new Kommandant has got to go." This brought agreement and several crude suggestions from the prisoners. "Kinch, contact London. See what you can find out about her."

The tall black sergeant moved to the bunk over the tunnel entrance. "Should I tell them what's happened sir, ah ma'am?" A loud chorus of "NO" drowned out any chance Hogan had to answer. "Not yet Kinch, just see what you can find out about that witch."

Slapping the upper bunk rail. "Yes ma'am."

"Kinch" Hogan snapped. Then a moment later. "Sorry Kinch, I just -" "I know Colonel. This is new to all of us."

Again slapping the upper bunk rail, his voice rose. "Colonel, the bunk's not working." "Check the latch, something must be jammed." Bending to check the underside of the bunk, Kinch's voice went up in alarm. "Colonel." "The latch, everything - it's gone." "Gone? How" "I don't know Colonel it's just gone."

A near panic broke out in the barracks. Hogan called out. "Everybody calm down." Then much more softly. "Check the other bunks. Maybe they just switched them around on us."

A quick check of the other bunks showed them to be without any secret modifications. "Carter watch the door. The rest of you, move that bunk and see if we've still got a tunnel under it."

Now Hogan himself fought back the panic. Not only was the tunnel filled in. But the emergency pistols, maps, coffee pot and the rest of their gear were gone as well. Someone had closed down their operation and turned Stalag 13 back into a prison. And a woman's prison under SS command at that.

Just when things couldn't get any worse they did as Carter called from the door. "Staff car coming in. Looks like Hochstetter." A moment later she announced, "Second car coming in - looks like, like - it's Burkhalter."

"Great, and without the coffee pot we might as well be deaf and blind."