Hogan's Heroes: Only We Can Do That

by Basketballgirl Kaitlin

When a lieutenant is brought to Stalag 13, it's learned that it's Carter's old commanding officer, and he turns out to be less than pleasant. The lieutenant starts his tormenting on the young sergeant once again, until Hogan steps in and stops it. Feeling threatened, Walters begins making plans to get rid of the American colonel...permanently!

26. Epilogue

Chapter 26:

Three months went by since Walters died. It was a warm sunny day, and outside barracks two, Carter was sitting next to Hogan on the bench. The colonel had his legs crossed, leaning against the wall of the barracks with a hand on his belly, as Carter talked to him about the recent events that had taken place in the past three months.

"It's just so weird, Colonel. I can't believe I never have to worry about Lieutenant Walters again," the young sergeant said, shocked. He still could not come to terms with that his old commanding officer was never going to traumatize, antagonize, and manipulate him ever again.

"It'll take some time to get used to," Hogan said, turning to look at him.

"It's just sad he had to die, though. I mean he was an awful guy, but he could have at least gone to a psychiatric hospital or something."

"It is sad, Carter, but if Newkirk hadn't killed him, Klink wouldn't be here, the operation would be gone, even I might not be sitting here right now."

The young man looked back at the ground.

"Guess you're right, Colonel...boy, I don't know what I would've done had you not made it through your coma."

Hogan smirked.

"Come on, Carter. You think I would leave you four to handle things yourself?"

The sergeant gave a small grin.

"No, I guess not, sir."

Hogan smiled back and patted Carter's shoulder gently, when Newkirk, LeBeau, and Kinch walked over towards the two of them.

The colonel smiled, seeing Newkirk still wearing his medal for bravery and gallantry on saving the prisoners and the operation from Walters. He had not removed it since receiving it in the mail three months ago.

"How's it going there, Mr. Conspicuous Gallantry?" He asked, grinning.

Newkirk merely blushed.

"Just fine, Gov'nor," he said.

"I wish I had a conspicuous gallantry award," LeBeau said sadly. His face suddenly lightened up and filled with excitement. "What if I killed Major Hochstetter?!"

"No," The other four simultaneously said.

LeBeau grumbled something under his breath in French.

"Well," Newkirk said. "It would give us one less Kraut to worry about."

Hogan chuckled and shook his head.

"Well," LeBeau started. "I'm starving. Who wants lunch?"

"Me," all of them said.

All five men walked into the barracks, sat down at the table, and talked with one another while they waited for lunch. Things were finally back to normal...in Stalag 13, at least.