A Snippet
Not another roll call!
Burkhalter's visits always involved Klink trying to kiss up to the oversized general. Stalled in his career, Klink craved a promotion. Sometimes, Hogan felt sorry for the jailer, but not today. Shenanigans failed to distract the sergeant of the guard, conducted more so out of necessity than habit.
Hogan needed roll call concluded.
A pleasant spring day, the men felt discomfort wearing their wools; yet it was not warm enough to downsize to a summer modified uniform. Bavarian season changes went eight months winter, two weeks spring, three months summer, and two weeks autumn. It was sunny now but snow could still appear in ten minutes owing to the fickle day.
Snow – snow – snow – seriously, God, make it snow. Klink was prattling about the glorious Third Reich while under the watchful eye of a wheezing general. The Kommandant had no reason to hasten his assemblage while Hogan had to get a man out of camp.
Schnitzer arrived and the guards at the Main Gate allowed his van entrance. God, shut that man up! Hogan hoped that Williamson stayed put. The last thing he needed was a pre-emptive attempt at the wrong moment. Somehow, he lost track of what his jailer said and a cough returned him to the moment.
Klink teased, "Am I boring you, Hogan?"
Hogan replied tersely, "Yes. My men want to get started on the gardens while it's still nice outside."
Klink exclaimed, "You're worried about flowers?"
"You promised us vegetable seeds," said Hogan.
Burkhalter waddled toward the formation and sternly said, "Klink, get this over with. What's the hold up?"
Klink replied, "General, I have no idea."
"Dismissed!" The general's command was final and men dispersed. Hogan tried leaving, but Klink and Burkhalter had other ideas.
A quick and subtle nod to Kinchloe; yes, Hogan trusted his communications officer with his life. He felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. He had the best team that any commanding officer could ever want.