Chapter 2
He was still talking as I just stared at him. This would be impossible to be seeing him for several reasons. One is that he is dead, and two is that even if he weren't dead, then he would be very old and not look like the young and handsome Newkirk I had loved. This could be either the best thing that's ever happened to me or the worst predicament I have found myself in.
Newkirk must have seen that I wasn't quite registering the words so he tried again saying," Fräulein, was ist los?"
Of course with pure shock of who I was seeing and the fact that I didn't speak German made me say something very stupid and dangerous. You didn't just go around saying things in a language other than German in Nazi Germany. So naturally what I said was," Ah, English please or even Espanol porfavor."
I think Newkirk could tell from just my lack of accent and asking to be spoken to in English that he knew I was not German. The joke was on him thought because I did in fact of some German blood in me with a lot of other European things. Just then we heard gun shots in this direction so Newkirk pulled me down and behind a tree.
Satisfied that the patrol had moved on, he spoke to me in English and asked," Are you all right, miss?" A mix of worry and caution were barely audible in his voice, but I could pick it up for the simple fact that I loved to watch Hogan's Heroes and knew what their voices of the such would sound like.
Before I could answer, a gruff voice called at us," Halt. Who are you and what are you doing out here?" All of the conversation was, of course, in German.
Thank god for Newkirk and his talent of German that he said back," Just out with my girl here for a bit of privacy out under the stars." With saying that, he pointed up at the stars.
I just stood there dumbstruck at seeing that it was a Gestapo patrol of four who had stopped them. They were wear the uniforms I have seen almost every episode on the show, but I still couldn't believe that all of this could be real.
I was snapped back to reality when one of the guards said," Ja and what is your names? Where are your papers?"
Newkirk made a show of searching his pockets and then said to them," Sorry, I must have left them at home. My name though is Karl Hoffmann. I live in town just down the rode."
The guard then look at me and demanded," And you?"
I wasn't understanding the whole of the conversation but got the gist of it that they needed my name. I knew enough that saying Heather Harris would have been a fatal mistake so I said," Gretel Braun." I was hoping that it sounded German enough for them and that they didn't notice my lack of accent.
I was overly joyed when they said for us to get back to our car and go back in town. We started to walk one way and the Gestapo patrol started to move the other way. I let out relieved sigh only to remember that I had somehow traveled back in time to Nazi Germany.
Once out of earshot of the Gestapo, Newkirk pulled me aside and said," Alright who are you?"
I was taken aback by his tone of voice which sounded like he was either getting his answer or I was going to pay.
Taking a deep breath I responded to him," Ok, my name is Heather Harris."