I am very sorry for the delay in this chapter. I was injured in an accident shortly after I uploaded the last chapter, and hadn't been up to writing. But my hope is now to upload quickly, so I can finish this story by the 31st! :) So I hope this (longer) chapter was worth the wait! (P.S. I appologise in advance to anyone who is French or Italian. The conversation between the two characters is meant out of harmless fun, not real insults. [I infact love both countries! I lived in France for a while afterall...])
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The three men drove once again in complete silence, not wanting to express what was on their minds. It was Hogan who finally broke the silence.
"We are meeting up with the underground at the Wirtschaft."
"At the 'Wirtschaft'?" LeBeau asked. "Sorry, I'm confused. Isn't Wirtschaft 'business' or 'economy' in English, 'économie' en Français ?" Hogan smiled, and Olsen openly laughed, causing LeBeau to feel as if everyone was in on a joke except him.
"Oh Louis. We are in Bavaria (1), remember? Of course it means 'economy', it also means 'pub'. Think about where you are." Olsen openly laughed. It felt good to have something to finally smile about. Hogan joined in, followed immediately by an embarrassed but amused LeBeau.
The men continued to drive, however after LeBeau had broken the tension, the atmosphere in the vehicle was not as tense as before, and the remainder of the ride was almost joyful. The three swapped stories from their lives before the war of the most outrageous and bazaar things that had ever happened to them, however all too soon, Hogan was pulling off onto a small side-street, and then men were forced to get out and walk into the woods. After which the tense and stress immediately returned, and LeBeau was once again forced to play prisoner.
Olsen shoved LeBeau forward, receiving a nasty look from him, to which Olsen merely shrugged. Hogan led the way, exciting the woods, as the trio neared a darkened pub at the wood's edge. Up ahead he saw two men, both in gestapo uniforms. He approached carefully. The taller of the two stepped out towards him.
"Haben Sie feuer? (Do you have a light?)"
"Aber näturlich. (Of course.)" Hogan reached inside his uniform for a match.
"Schön, heute. (It's nice out.)"
"Tja, ich vermisse die Vögel. ("Mm...but I miss the birds.)
„Die Vögel sind immer ruhig. (The birds are always quiet.)"
„Vielleich'. Aber wenn sie singen, sind sie nicht ruhig. (Maybe. But when the sing, they aren't quiet.)"
„Wie lustig würde es sein, ob sie ‚An die Freude' singen könnten. (Wouldn't it be funny, if they were to sing, „Oh to Joy"?)"
„Oder was von der Walküre." Hogan smiled. „Walküre? (Or something from the "Valkerei?")"
„Papa Bär?"
„Was haben Sie denn gehört? (What have you heard?)" Hogan was eager. The man sighed and shook his head slowly.
"Leider gar nichts. Es tut mir leid. (Unfortunately nothing. Sorry.)"
„Was? (What?)"
„Gar nichts. Wie war es bei Ihnen? (Nothing. How did it go by you?)"
„Die gleiche. (The same.)" Hogan kicked a rock with his foot. „Danke, Walküre."
„Macht nichts, Papa Bär. Es tut mir wirklich leid. Wenn ich was höre... (Not a problem, Papa Bear. I'm really sorry. If I hear something…)"
„Danke. Schönen Abend. (Thanks. Have a good evening.)"
„Gleichfalls. (You too.)" The two men went their separate ways, followed immediately by their own men.
Hogan placed himself back in the driver's seat as both Olsen and LeBeau crawled back in. Once again, the ride home was met with complete silence.
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The silence continued as the men found their ways back into the tunnel and changed back into the uniforms. Olsen and LeBeau could see the information eating at their CO, however found that they lacked any words to ease his mind. Resigning to leaving him alone, the two men started to make their way back up into the barrack.
As they passed the radio room, they heard someone on the radio. Surprised both men stopped and were shocked to see that it was not, Kinch, Sparky, James, or one of the other radiomen, but instead Newkirk.
"D-D-D-anke, Tilli. J-J-Ja, auf w-w-wiederhören. (Th-Th-Thanks Tilli, Y-Y-Yes. G-G-Goodbye.)" Newkirk replaced the set.
„Newkirk. What was that all about?" Olsen asked, stepping into the raido-room.
"Mm? Oh, Olsen, ya're back. 'Ow was the mission? Did ya find 'im?"
"No. And you didn't answer my question."
"Oh. I was tellin' the American Red Cross w'at Carter's middle name was."
"Why?"
"To 'elp with the search of course. For the information. Blimey!"
"Oh, sorry, Newkirk. So much has just happened in the last few days, I forgot you made that call." Olsen yawned. "Anyways, I'm up to bed. Care to join me?"
"Yeah. I'll be followin' ya in a minute. I just need to wait for the night radioman ta come back."
"Alright. Night, Peter."
"Night." Olsen left, following LeBeau up into the common-room.
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Morning came too soon once again for the members of barracks. Hogan looked especially dishevelled coming out of his office with dark lines under his eyes, having spent the whole night pacing. I have probably walked to Japan and back, he sighed wearily. Coming out of his office, he was immediately met with Private James climbing hurriedly out of the tunnel.
"Sir! Colonel! Klink just called der dicke Burkerhalter (2)! He just informed him that Carter went missing! And according to Burkhalter, he received a call from a Major Hochstetter and said that Carter apparently got picked up by the gestapo!" James was clearly panicked and out of breath.
"What?" Hogan's eyes went wide.
"There's more, Sir!" James continued frantically. "Burkhalter told Klink to relief Schultz of duty because he let Carter escape!" James' breath was coming as quick as his heart beat. Hogan was froze as the reality of his words hit him. A moment later, Langenscheidt open the door of the barracks gently.
"Hallo liebe Gefangene. Bitte, alle raustreten! (Hello favourite/dear Prisoners. Please, everyone out!)" Langenscheidt smiled at the prisoners as they slowly wondered out into the chill morning air. Hogan hung back next to James, as James wasn't suppose to be in the barracks, and Hogan was still digesting the information. However, Langenscheidt immediately noticed an extra man in the barracks.
"You! You sair! You don't belong hair. How come you in sis barrack?" Langenscheidt asked confused.
"I…uh…uh…" James's mind went blank, as Hogan's came back.
"Ah it's no large issue my dear Langenscheidt, for you see, our dear Airman here was merely conversing in some matters to which involved some multitude of attention in that needed to be attending to, that invoked his visit here, and as to thus, his presence here was not only required but made imperative to invoke such as action." Hogan explained, patting Langenscheidt on the shoulder as he turned his around and towards the door. Langenscheidt tried to process what Hogan just told him, or even understand what Hogan had just told him, but his brain hurt, and he blinked several times to help, all in vain.
"He came in sis morning?"
"Right…."
"Oh."
"Don't do again, please. Sey sen shoot me."
"Okay." Hogan smiled and took his place in the line.
Klink came out a moment later looking, if possible, angrier than he did the day before. Nearly yelling off the heads of each of his guards as they approached to give him the report. Finally turning to address the prisoners in the yard.
"As you may have noticed, you are still a fellow prisoner short this morning. That is because your Sergeant Andrew Jonathan Carter is currently having a picnic with the gestapo this morning." Klink stood still and watched the expressions of the men in front of him turn from amusement to utter despair and fright. "He shall not be returned to us due to evidence that he was involved in some underground activity. Also! You will clean up this camp and make it respectable. General Burkhalter will be by later this afternoon. That is all dismissed." Klink turned and walked back into his office.
"'E didn't even make a speech. 'Ow unlike 'im." Newkirk shook his head.
"How can you make jokes at a time like this, Peter! You English have no respect." LeBeau countered shocked at his friend. What they had just heard was terrible news. He couldn't believe Newkirk could be so callous.
"We have no respect, mate? We're not the ones 'o eat snails."
"Escargot is a delicacy!"
"So is self respect."
"At least we have art and culture."
"And we can win wars." Newkirk grinned as he started to walk away, LeBeau stepped directly in front of him, blocking his path.
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Tell me LeBeau, 'ounstly. When was the last time you actually won a war?"
"The Great War."
"Nope. We won 'at one for ya."
"Fine. The Napoleonic Wars."
"Battles, LeBeau. You lost in the end. Something about invading Russia…now 'o would go and do a thing like that…." Newkirk snickered and walked away. LeBeau thought for a moment.
"Africa!"
"African Tribes don't count!"
Newkirk and LeBeau barely had time to get in the door before the lookout shut it behind them. Hogan stood leaning over the common-room table, one foot on the bench, one hand on the table itself. Newkirk immediately recognized that particular position. He's 'bout ready to spill a plan.
"Alright everyone gather around. Now, based on the information we have received, it comes down to this, we have to find out from der Dicke where exactly Carter is being held and get him outta there. Burkhalter will know for sure whether or not Carter is a spy and hopefully will tell Klink, instead of replacing him. Our goal is once he arrives to save Schultz from being sent to Siberia and Klink along with him. Now. I need a volunteer to confess to helping Carter out of the camp. We will need a good cover story on how he got out." Hogan looked around at the men. Each man looking in a different direction. "Well, don't all volunteer at once…" Hogan rolled his eyes sarcastically.
"I'll do it, sir." Corporal John Doe (3) stepped forward.
"Good, thank you, Corporal. I will need a second volunteer to escape and be recaptured, in order to throw the guards off of our real mission, and as always, help save Klink and Schultz from themselves." Hogan would normally have smiled at a thought like that, but he was currently in no mood, and instead focused on the faces on the men in-front of him.
"I'll do it, Sir. I could use a mini-vacation." Private Bobby Smith (4) stepped up.
"Good. Now I want you to wait until after we have the special roll call when Burkhalter is here. After which feel free to escape at your leisure. Go to the farm house down the road and hide somewhere in the barn." Smith nodded at his CO's words. Hogan than turned to Doe. "Doe. I want you to burst in on Klink and Burkhalter and tell them that you saw Carter escape in the back of the garbage truck. And that he was headed towards Switzerland. Let me know what their expressions look like when you give them the news."
"Of course, Colonel."
"The rest of you, I want a full sentry. Someone is to be monitoring the coffeepot at all times, the line out of Klink's office, and someone to possibly bribe Kalinke while we're at it." Hogan stood up, and paced a few steps. "I want to find out where Carter is being held, after which, we will get him into our custody and send him back to England."
"Do you think he is still one of ours?" Kinch asked nervously.
"No Kinch. I now am fully convinced he is one of theirs. Either one of theirs who studied among us, or one of ours turned kraut, but either one, one of theirs."
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Burkhalter's motor pulled up in front of Klink's office, and Hogan and his men watched as he got out and walked up the steps. Rushing over to the coffee pot, they plugged it in to hear what he had to say. Meanwhile, Doe started his slow journey over to interrupt the meeting.
"Everyone shhh…let's here what der Dicke is saying." Hogan hushed everyone.
"Klink. Warum habm Sie mir nich' gestern angerufen? (Why did you not ring me?)" Burkhater asked as he slammed open the door.
„General Burkerhalter! Bitte kommen Sie- (Please come-)„
„Halt die Klappe, Klink. Warum ruf'n Sie mir nich' an? (Shut up, Klink. Why did you not ring me?)"
„Tja, mein lieber General...isch... (Well, my dear General...I...)"
„Waos Klink? (What?)"
„Isch hab' nen Anruf vom Major Hochstetter, un' sagtet er, dass der Sergeant Carter bei ihm war, un'- (I received a call from a Major Hochstetter, and he said that Sergeant Carter was with him an-)„
„Ja, Klink...das weiß ich schon. (Yes, Klink...I already know that.)" Burkhalter took a long inhale from one of Klink's cigars before sitting down. "Als ich Ihnen schon gesagt hab, hat er mir angerufen. Also denn. Wo ist der Feldwebel Schultz? (As I have already told you, he has also rang me. So. Where is Sergeant Schultz?)"
„Schuuuultz! Herein kommen! (Enter!)" Klinkyelled. Causing Burkhalter to wince.A moment later Hogan and the others heard the door open, followed by several heavy footsteps.
"Herr Kommandant, Se habm mir-. (Kommandant, you-)" Schultz started to speak. However Burkhalter interrupted him.
"Schultz. Sie sind die Wache des Baracke Zwei, nicht wahr? (You are the guard for Barrack Two, correct?)"
„Da' stimmt, Herr General. (That is correct, General)"
„Also denn, bitte sagen Sie mir wie der Sergeant Carter- (Then, will you please tell me how Sergeant Carter-)„ Hogan held as breath as he knew what Burkhalter was going to say next, however at that moment he heard the door open again and Doe's voice on the coffee pot.
"Sir! General. Kommandant. Schultz. I uh...I have something to confess." Burkhalter turned in the chair and faced Doe.
"Who are you?"
"Er ist niemand, Herr General, nur ein Gefangener von Baracke Zwei. (He's nobody, General, just a prisoner from Barack Two.)" Klink waved Doe away.
„Stimmt das? (Is that true?) You are in Sergeant Carter's barracks. Tell me. How did he escape?" Burkhalter asked again this time directed at Doe.
"Well General. Um. I….I helped him into the garbage truck."
"You!" Klink stood up. "Schultz! Stell ihn- (Place him-)"
"Moment Klink. (Just a second, Klink) You helped him into the Müllwagen? Tell me, Corporal. And just where was he planning on doing?"
"Well, he was headed towards Switzerland. That is what he told me. Why?"
"No reason." Burkhalter shifted again in his chair, and faced Klink.
"Klink, rufen Sie dem Major Hochstetter. (Klink, ring Major Hochstetter.)"
„Gerne Herr General! (Gladly, General!)" Klink picked up his phone.
"Um General. May I ask. Why is Carter hanging out with the Gestapo, I hear that those guys don't exactly play fair. And he is just a prisoner like us, isn't he? What has he done to deserve being taken away from here?" Doe asked tentively.
"That's what I want to know." LeBeau muttered. "Crimean War!" He suddenly shouted.
"Nope. Just 'o was your Ally 'ere, mmm?" Newkirk grinned.
"Shh!" Hogan shot a nasty look at the two of them.
"Well Corporal, your friend was caught running away from the scene where a train blow up."
"You mean he was at the station trying to escape when the train exploded? Is he okay?"
"No, you misunderstand. He was caught running away from the scene, shortly there after the train exploded."
"So this has nothing to do with him. He is innocent! He only wanted to make it to Switzerland." Doe insisted.
"We'll see." Burkhalter puffed on the cigar again.
"Der Hochstetter, Herr General." Klink handed him the phone. Doe held his breath as he listened to the interchange between Burkhalter and Hochstetter.
"Major Hochstetter? General Burkhalter. Jaja, heil den Bart (5). Hochstetter, Sie habm den Gefangener aus Stalag Luft 13, oder? Stimmt. Nein. Woas? Nein. Wie bitte? Der Klink und i' wollen mit Ihnen reden. Stimmt. Hm? Aber natürlich. Genau. Morgen dann? Gut. Auf wiederhören. Ja, heil den Bart. (Yes, yes, hail the mustache. Hochstetter, you have the prisoner from Stalag Luft 13, correct? Correct. No. What? No. Sorry? Klink and I would like to speak with you. Yes. Hm? Of course. Exactly. Tomorrow? Good. Goodbye.)" Burkhalter hung up the phone.
„What do you suppose Hochstetter was saying, mon Colonel?"
"I dunno LeBeau, but I intent to find out from the guys downstairs."
"General?" Doe broke the silence.
"Oh you are still here." Burkhalter grabbed a second cigar. "What is it you want now?"
"Well, Sir, is Carter coming home?"
"The sergeant? Perhaps. We shall see. But you are dismissed, Corporal."
"That's right, Corporal Doe, dismissed!" Hogan heard Doe protest a moment, and then open and shut the door. Hogan stepped into the common-room, and catch Doe the second he walked in.
"Colonel, Sir. When I was talking to them, they didn't seem at all surprised or shocked when I said Carter was going to Switzerland."
"Colonel!" LeBeau called from the office. "You need to come hear this! Burkhalter is using this incident to relieve Klink of his charge, and Schultz is being reassigned!"
"What?" Hogan cried, running into the office, Doe trailing behind.
"-a-a-a-aber Herr General! Niemand ist von meinem Lager- (-b-b-b-but General! No one from my camp-)"
„Halt die Klappe Klink! Morgen wird ein neuer Kommandant kommen, und mit ihm, ein wachhabender Unteroffizier. (Shut up, Klink! Tomorrow there will be a new Kommandant, and with him, a new Sergeant of the Guard.)"
„He can't replace Klink and Schultz!" LeBeau cried again. "What do you want to do, Colonel? When the new Kommandant comes…."
"I know LeBeau. Burkhalter is just using this as an excuse to finally do away with both Klink and Schultz, and if that happens, our operation may just close down for good." Hogan started pacing. "Smith should be at the barn by now, so once he is found, Burkhalter just may go and change his mind. Then again…"
"Italy! We took Rome in like mid 1800s!" LeBeau shouted again. Everyone turned and looked at him, as if he were crazed. Newkirk chuckled.
"Please Louis. Italy 'asn't won anything since they were Ancient Rome. Try again, mate."
"You're making this impossible, Peter." LeBeau crossed his arms. Newkirk merely grinned.
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Each man was on edge as the time for evening roll call came closer and closer. Even the guards that were watching the prisoners seemed to sense that something was up. So much so that the guards themselves were on edge and nervous when they went to round up the Prisoners for evening roll call.
Langenscheidt beckoned the men from Barrack 2 out and into the cool evening air. He noticed that even though the prisoners tried to smile and joke that there minds were some place else. Probably thinking about that Sergeant Carter…. Langenscheidt shook his head and started counting. He noticed that Corporal Doe kinda duck as he passed. Almost ass if he was afraid to be caught or even noticed by any of the guards. As Langenscheidt neared the end of the second line, he began to sweat and his heart sped up.
"…elf, zwölf, dreizehn, vierzehn…" Langenscheidt looked around. He took a step up towards Hogan. "Colonel Hogan….sair ist only fourteen…..please fay do you fant me shot?"
"Don't you worry Langenscheidt. He'll turn up." Hogan smiled nervously. Langenscheidt gulped as he approached Burkhalter and Klink who had just stepped out of Klink's office.
"Melduuuung! (Repoooort!)" Burkhalter yelled as he and Klink crossed the yard. Langenscheidt and the other guards ran up to him, giving there report.
"WOAS? (WHAT?)" Burkhalter yelled before crossing over to Hogan.
"Colonel Hogan….it seems you have another man missing."
"Really? I hadn't noticed anyone gone." Hogan turned his head towards the rest of the men in the line-up. "Alright, who's been sneaking around planning escapes behind the Escape Committee's back?" Hogan paused a moment before shrugging. "Nope, guess you imagined it."
"I must have imagined it? Occurring to the list of the men in your barracks Hogan, it is a Private Smith who is missing. Do you know where he could have gone?"
"No…but then again, what do I know? He escaped behind my back."
"Hoooogan, you know where he is! Tell us!" Klink marched forward towards where Burkhalter and Hogan were standing.
"Gee Kommandant. I would love to, sadly I dunno where he is. Hey! Maybe he went to Switzerland!" Hogan smiled.
"Very funny, Hogan. Wache! Alarm geben!" Klink yelled. "Don't worry, Hogan. We will find him. No one escapes from my Lager!"
"Except Sergeant Carter." Someone snickered. Klink spun around.
"I heard that!"
"Don't worry Kommandant. I'm sure 'ey 'ave Döner Meat in Siberia!" Newkirk yelled. However Klink simply humpfed and marched towards a group of guards getting out the dogs.
"You seem a bit distracted, Willi, are we dismissed now?"
"Yes Hogan! Weggetreten!" Hogan broke off from the group of men heading towards the barracks and instead went to seek out Schultz. He found him sitting outside the guard's barracks, sulking.
"Hey Georgi, what's wrong."
"Oh, it's you Colonel Hogan. Oh it's terrible. They are reassigning me."
"Do you know where?" Hogan asked sincerely.
"No. Not yet."
"What if you weren't going to be reassigned?"
"That would be wonderful. Because they might reassign me somewhere closer to my wife. And that would be just terrible."
"Look, Schultz. If I were you, I would show up Burkhalter, go looking for the prisoner myself."
"How would I do that?"
"Well, let yourself out of the camp, and if I were you, I would start checking barns around here. Like travel a bit north, maybe a kilometer or so."
"Why would I do that?"
"Why Schultz, I'm surprised at you. A smart guard like yourself. They wouldn't stand a chance in that barn."
"You're right, Colonel Hogan! I'll go do that."
"Good Schultzie." Hogan passed him a chocolate bar, before starting to head back towards his barracks.
"Wait! Colonel Hogan! What if die hohe Triere (6) want to know where I am going?"
"Bring them along, Schultz." Hogan grinned and turned back towards his barrack.
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The men from each of the barracks watched as Klink, Burkhalter, Schultz and several guards left the camp, returning an hour later with Private Smith. Hogan watched as they dragged him over to the cooler, before stepping outside and walking once again up the steps into Klink's office.
Crossing the room he walked directly into Klink's office without knocking.
"Kommandant, I saw you found Private Smith."
"Yes, Hogan, as I have told you before, no one escapes from Stalag Luft 13 while I am in charge."
"I think I heard you say that once, Kommandant. May I ask where you found him?"
"Yes Hogan, we found him asleep in a barn up the road."
"Who found him?"
"Feldwebel Schultz." Burkhalter answered this time.
"Is it true that he and Baldy here will really be replaced tomorrow, General?" Hogan tilted his head towards Klink.
"Hogan! How do you know about that?" Klink stood up slamming his desk with both hands.
"Well, gee Kommandant, I heard Kalinke talking about it. It seems she's taking it pretty hard. And you know, it's impossible to keep a secret in a place like this." Hogan tried to sneak a cigar out of the humidor, but Klink slammed it on his fingers.
"You don't seem very broken hearted about this, Hogan." Burkhalter puffed on a cigar, pulling one out of the humidor and handing it to Hogan. Hogan bent down and let Burkhalter light it.
"On the country. This is the greatest news you've ever given us! The Escape Committee has just been waiting for a chance to put our plans into action, and without the bald Eagle here, we might actually get something accomplished!"
"Hogan…." Klink threatened. Burkhalter chuckled.
"By the way, when are we getting Sergeant Carter back?" Hogan suddenly turned serious.
"Tomorrow. I am driving up to Dortmund to speak with the gestapo man there."
"May I come with you, Kommandant?"
"No, Hogan. You are a prisoner."
"Ah, let him go. The place will scare any future escape attempts out of him." Burkhalter said, only slightly snickering, as he tried to push out the visions from the place that threatened to dance again before his eyes.
"Aber Herr General- (But General-)" Klink protested.
"Au, halt die Klappe, Klink. (Oh, shut-up Klink)" Burkhalter waved him away.
"Hogan you are dismissed." Klink sat back down at his desk. Hogan nodded, he felt he wanted to say more, but resisted, returning to his barracks.
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Hogan walked into the room, lost in thought as the day's events played again through his mind. He was brought back to reality, when Kinch knocked at his office door.
"Colonel, I have some good news, and some bad news."
"Good news first, Kinch."
"Well the good news is that the diggers have finished our emergency exit, and are working now on expanding the tunnel to the cooler."
"That is some good news. The first today."
"The bad news is, Sir. That the underground contacted us and they need some help taking care of a local Döner Meat Factory (7)." Kinch waited for his CO to answer. Hogan drummed his fingers on his knees and sighed.
"Alright, tell them we will send somebody. When do they needs this done?"
"Tomorrow night."
"Very well. Send um, the Moreau brothers. They are the closest thing we have to explosive experts."
"Um, Sir. With all do respect, neither brother has been outside the wire…..in well, have either of them ever been out?"
"Yes, the younger of the two. But I respect your concern, Kinch. I just don't want to send anyone from our own Barracks, since Klink will be watching it closely since we have now had two escapes."
"That makes sense, Sir." Kinch paused a moment. "Colonel. Are you going with Klink tomorrow to Dortmund then? I heard you on the bug in his office."
"Yes. I want to put an end to this once and for all. Once we get him back here, we will get him transfored, and from there, the underground will ensure that he has a one-way ticket all the way back to England."
"Colonel….I was thinking. Despite everything that has happened, what if he is telling the truth? What if he really isn't a spy? I mean, he's been captured for two days now, and I would think that if he had spilled about what he saw in the tunnel, we would have had some firey action about now." Kinch explained. He saw Hogan's geers turning as he bagan to pace.
"That is true. Then again, they could be trying to lure us into a false sence of security. By returning him to us, that could be in fact, a way to make us believe that he is indeed one of us, in which case they then have an agent on the inside. And we've worked too hard at profecting our travel agency for it to all go up in smoke." Hogan stopped and sighed. "Alright, thank you Kinch. If you can let the brothers know that they will be going out tomorrow, I would appreciate it."
"Sure thing Colonel." Kinch left the room.
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(1) For those of you who don't know, Bavaria, or Bayern holds München or Munich, where our famous Oktoberfest is held every September (yes, I said September.)
(2) Nickname for Burkhalter, it means "The fat Burkhalter" (der dicke – the fat [one])
(3) Character from „Stalag 13 as Seen from „That Guy""
(4) Again one of my characters from „Stalag 13 as Seen from „That Guy""
(5) hitler was referred to a few times in EKvH as „der Bart" which means „The mustache".
(6) Das Hohes Trier (singular) Die Hohe Triere (plural), Schultz's nickname for when important people come into camp, he uses it for Klink every once in a while. (trans. "Big Shot")
(7) I know this seems a silly target, but they blow them up all the time in the show in season 6….