Change of Ways

by The Ravenwolf

Set directly after the the events of the Rat Patrol's final episode, the story follows Dietrich's path into an unsteady future, joining his ways with the Rats and even less expected individuals.

17. Trials and Tribulations

Jakob Silberblatt is hard-challenged to dissuade Sergeant Troy from storming into General Atkins' tent and speaking his mind to him openly and directly, maybe even with the assistance of his fists. "Sergeant, please. You won't help Hans, I mean Captain Dietrich, by making the general more angry. He has survived in the German Wehrmacht for years and knows how to get his head out of the noose." "He shouldn't have to get his head out of a noose at all, especially for something like calling the Red Cross for helping wounded soldiers, for goodness' sake!", Troy sounds livid, righteous anger visible in his whole stance after having been broken in by the Jewish officer. "Please, Sergeant Troy. You're scaring the boy." Seeing Ari's scared face, as he is trying to hide behind Lieutenant Silberblatt works better for reigning in Troy's temper than any words could ever have. Crouching down with a slightly guilty expression the American apologizes. "Sorry, Ari. I didn't mean to scare you." Jakob translates the words to Hebrew, as the boy eyes the American with wide fear-filled eyes. Then he hides his face in the Lieutenant's tunic again mumbling something Troy could barely have understood, if the words would have been English. Hebrew and whatever else the kid is speaking are completely unknown to him. Only the word "Hauptmann" he recognizes having heard it more often than anything else the boy has spoken. "I explained to him that you are worried for Captain Dietrich", Jakob Silberblatt says upon seeing his puzzled expression. "It is one of the reasons he knows for 'getting angry in a good way'. In this way he can understand that you are angry, but will not harm him. Now, he is worries for our friend as well." The young Jewish officer smiles sadly.

While they are leading their discussion, the German Captain is leaving the general's tent and turning toward the sickbay to check on Moffit and Boggs as well as the overload Doctor Andrews and Sommer have to deal with until their Red Cross support will arrive. Upon entering the sickbay, Hans Dietrich immediately realizes why they have not even sent a nurse to their aid for the transport of the wounded. The sickbay is overboarding with patients making the tent appear absolutely crammed. Doktor Sommer works busily in the corner holding the latest German POW patients with the assistance of nurse Deirdre O'Donnell, while Doctor Andrews and the other two nurses check on the LRDG patients. Nonetheless, the American doctor turns toward the officer standing in the entrance and scanning the interior with a worried scowl. "Captain Dietrich!" The two exchange a long gaze, before the German steps inside and addresses the medic with a carefully kept neutral tone: "Doctor Andrews."

"Your situation here looks more than dire", the German remarks with a grim expression. "That is an understatement", Andrews answers only partially in irony. "A doctor and two nurses from the Red Cross with medical supplies should arrive either by this evening or tomorrow at the latest", Dietrich tries to provide him with a positive perspective. "Did the general change his mind?", Andrews sounds astonished. "Did he refuse?", Dietrich asks back, before adding in a more quiet tone: "I did not bother to ask him before calling the Red Cross to ask for their help. I have found that not asking for permission is less punishable than going against direct orders in any army." For a few moments Andrews gapes at him open-mouthed, before the American starts shaking his head with a reluctant smile. "I can't believe this." "You can, at the latest once your Swiss colleagues arrive", Dietrich remarks coolly. "You must be utterly insane to commit your first act of insubordination two days after defecting from your previous army", Andrews sounds incredulous. "I might find myself having to join the Arabs or French foreign legion sooner rather than later, if I continue like this", the German states with no small amount of irony and self-mockery. The American medic grins. "Please don't! I would really miss you." "Doctor Andrews, you have known me for less than a week. The pain of separation cannot be that bad", Dietrich replies sarcastically. "Having the guts to ignore the chain of command to call medical aid for those who need it, has just made you my favourite officer in any army, Captain", Andrews half-jokes. "Please spare me the American melodramatics, doctor. Or I might reconsider the next time", the German replies dryly. "I won't tell the general that this would be the best way to deter you", Andrews whispers conspiratorially.

"How is Captain Boggs?", Dietrich swiftly changes the subject to avoid any further American sentimentalism and actually concerned about the older officer. "His behaviour at the medical check-up in the morning was worrying." Andrews is briefly baffled that Dietrich would know the details about the other Captain's medical check-up, before reminding himself that the German has actively participated in treating the Italians and Brits. so he would not put it beyond the young officer to have checked on his colleague himself. Then, the American doctor's expression changes into his professional mask of the calm medic. "Please provide me with a description of his state in the morning, so that I can improve the diagnosis." The German Captain complies quite willingly, as he describes the older American Captain's confusion, disorientation and delayed pupil dilation in detail having examined Boggs himself. Andrews frowns and glances with worry at the cot where Captain Boggs is currently lying, before he addresses Dietrich: "Come with me please and speak to him. I would like to see whether he remembers you and the conversation." As anything that improves Boggs' recovery rate supports the German Captain in escaping the necessity of having to substitute for the older officer in his duties while dealing with the reluctant and rebellious troops of the LRDG who distrust him on principle, Dietrich is quite motivated to help.

As the younger officer crouches beside Captain Boggs' cot, Doctor Andrews gently wakes the American from his sleep by shaking his arm lightly. Waking up, James Boggs focuses his eyes first on the medic who speaks a few encouraging words, before he shifts his gaze on the younger man crouched beside him. "Captain", Boggs smiles again strangely reminding Dietrich of his look in the morning. "Good to see you ... again." The younger Captain notices the expression along with the older man not explicitly using his name and hesitating about seeing him again. Glancing briefly at Doctor Andrews, the German continues according to his instinct. "How are you, Captain Boggs?" Boggs looks briefly confused, "I remember an attack, but details are blurry. I was injured, was I not? Then I recall waking up and speaking with you." His mind seems to skip to something, as Captain Boggs exclaims triumphantly: "Now I know you. You're the German, Rommel's sly Captain, Troy's nemesis who he treats like one of his men." Dietrich blinks in surprise at the last part of the description. Where does this come from, he wonders. Doctor Andrews saves him from further embarrassing insights of Boggs', as the medic continues to question the American Captain, now that the symptoms have become clear to him. Regaining his footing, Hans Dietrich looks around to search for his further most relevant patients.

Sergeant Moffit lies on a nearby cot unmoving. As the German officer draws nearer with a worried expression, nurse Lisa Hartigan steps in his way. "We have given him morphine to prepare him for the operation, Captain. He must not be wakened." Dietrich nods in understanding. "He suffered from severe blood-loss caused by external and internal bleeding after being shot through the lung. We could only stabilize him after a blood transfusion", the German reports in case the information has not reached them yet. The brown-haired nurse nods in understanding, before she puts the tall skinny man in front of her under scrutiny, finally asking: "Have you come to be treated yourself?" "My state of health would not warrant to take your attention and time away from any of those who need your help more direly", Dietrich replies stiffly avoiding to meet her eyes. "Captain Dietrich!", she now addresses the haggard looking officer sternly causing him to tense slightly in anticipation of some bad news. "I am sorry that we started somewhat on the wrong foot with you." The German is actually surprised enough by the strange and unexpected apology to meet her gaze, as she continues: "But we require that you at least respect us, Deirdre, Sara and me, enough to address us nurses directly, especially as you are our commanding officer at the moment." His scowl has deepened during the last statement. "If I have given you the impression that I disrespect you, I apologize, Lieutenant."

Lisa Hartigan eyes the German officer intently. His stance is tense speaking of the distrust he still feels for those around him and the discomfort their conversation causes him, while the lines in his face tell a clear story of suppressed pain and exhaustion. Her dad has united the roles of village doctor, dentist and vet in a single person and taught her a lot about reading people. The young Captain might be uncomfortable in his position, but he appears absolutely honest in his reactions and his unexpectedly polite, formal apology. With a slightly accusatory tone, the American nurse points out: "You have done your utmost to avoid interactions with us." To this Dietrich replies dryly: "I considered this the safer option, after you and your colleagues have put me in the embarrassing situation of either lying or constantly correcting a rumor putting me in relation with a Hollywood actress I have never met in my life and only know from the movies just like you do." The tough American nurse eyes him with decreasing amount of suspicion until her lips actually don a smile. "Now that wasn't so hard after all." Taken slightly aback by her sudden change of mood, the tall German merely raises his eyebrows in a silent question. Without the scowl and forgetting about the bruises, Lisa Hartigan could actually consider the tall young officer a handsome man, at least when his smile reaches his eyes, as it does when he speaks with the young native boy. Theirs is one the strangest relationships she has come across here in the desert, the trust between the Jewish kid whose whole family has been slaughtered by the Germans and the German officer who has defected to the U.S. army.

Realizing that the Captain is still staring at her with a puzzled expression trying to discern the reasons for her words and action, she finally takes pity on him and explains: "Mark, Private Hitchcock, said you're fair and reasonable, if addressed directly." "Did he now?", Hans Dietrich speaks dryly snorting slightly in amusement. Lisa tries to appease him with a friendly smile, as she continues: "So now that we could establish our mutual respect, please take a seat and expose your arm, Captain!" Dietrich however narrows his eyes. "I stated quite clearly that I will not take from the wounded what they need more direly." Lisa Hartigan meets his eyes with an unrelenting expression she has learnt in years of assisting her father to deal with all kinds of human and non-human patients: "What this camp needs most direly is a commanding officer not at the brink of collapsing from exhaustion, undernourishment and blood loss at any given time. According to Lieutenant Carter's recount you donated your own blood for a transfusion to save Sergeant Moffit, but collapsed unconscious during the procedure from the causes I have just given you."

The proud German crosses his arms before his chest in a defensive gesture and glares at her defiantly, as he utters with a well-controlled tone: "It was a necessity to save the man's life." "By risking your own life, Captain?", the nurse sounds incredulous. "That is my duty and obligation to my men, Lieutenant Hartigan", Dietrich is barely containing his rising annoyance and anger anymore and would already have snapped at her, if she was not a woman. "Then fulfill your duty to all of us by receiving the treatment to aid you! We all need you in a fit state, Captain. Or are we not your men! Well, I cannot be, since I am in fact a woman." For a moment the tall officer is so taken aback by her pert statement that he can just stare at her at a loss for words. After several long moments of his reasonable mind struggling against his pride, the German Captain finally complies with a wary expression, as he starts rolling up his sleeves to expose the bandages he already bears on both arms. "Whatever you consider reasonable, Lieutenant. I have already received two saline infusions since the transfusion", he states cautiously while the nurse carefully cuts through the bandages on his forearms to remove them.

"Let us combine two useful intents here", Doctor Andrews intervenes putting a hand on Dietrich's shoulder who tenses automatically at the touch. "You are far too stiff, Captain", the American medic admonishes, while he steers the younger man to Major Bracken's bedside. "Sit down please. This will make the infusion easier." "What is this about?", the German demands to know in a sharp tone edged with unconcealed suspicion. "Major Bracken wishes to speak with you. As this might take longer, we can use this time for providing you with a saline and glucose infusion, as your blood pressure is barely stable and you obviously lack proper nourishment." The German is merely glowering at the American medic who checks both arms for the one easier to set the needle now. Upon realizing that he will have no choice in this and the doctor would be able to overrule him in this respect with the authority of the higher rank, Dietrich finally complies with sitting down on the floor and leaning against the cot of Bracken's neighbour who lies unconscious on his bed. All cots stand close enough by now to prohibit placing a chair at somebody's bedside.

The Major eyes the pallid German and his treatment with a serious expression, as nurse Hartigan disinfects his right arm and sets the IV cannula, before the Brit addresses the officer who has become almost a nemesis for him with a carefully neutral tone: "Lieutenant Johnson has informed me that you are currently in command of the LRDG, Captain." Dietrich smiles wryly, as he speaks with a voice laced with dry humor: "I am sure the irony of this situation is not lost on you, Major Bracken." "You do not look healthy though, if I may observe", the British officer states tersely. "I am still in a better shape than Captain Boggs", the German utters with a stern expression, as he glances in the direction of the American Captain with a worried expression. "May we get to the point what it is you want from me", Dietrich inquires sternly aware that smalltalk is neither his own nor Bracken's forte. "Hopefully not my arrest. I refuse to share a holding cell with Major von Stolberg under any circumstances." The British major actually looks amused by the dry sarcasm even though a guilty expression briefly appears on his face at the mention of arresting the German.

"I know that you are not accountable to me, Captain Dietrich", Bracken starts out cautiously, as Dietrich turns his suspicious gaze on him. "But I want to ask you for a report of the mission and current situation of the camp." Dietrich scowls darkly. "Why do you not ask your Lieutenants Westwood or Johnson", the German practically spits the name not seeing the British Lieutenant who is entering the tent tense uncomfortably, "to provide you with a report? They both returned from the transfer mission recently." Considering this his cue to report his appearance, Lieutenant Johnson steps forward, salutes sharply and greets the major and Captain who scowls at him warily. "Major Bracken, I checked on our vehicles as ordered", the lean Brit reports with a careful glance at the German officer who obviously holds a grudge against him. "Thank you, Johnson. You may leave", Bracken answers. Before the British Lieutenant turns to leave, Dietrich asks him sternly. "Have you delivered the supplies to the sickbay, Lieutenant?" Johnson straightens, as he reports. "We have deposited everything at the back of the tent where Doctor Andrews has directed us." Dietrich nods in acceptance. "Did you make a list of available supplies to provide to the doctor?" "No, Captain", Johnson sound nervous, as he evaluates whether he has forgotten or overlooked something. The German does not react with anger, but weariness. "As I did not have the time to make such a list, you could help out here by creating one. Since you are not one of my soldiers, I cannot order you to do so." "But I can", Major Bracken adds sharply. "Lieutenant Johnson. Draw up such a list as Captain Dietrich has described!" Johnson salutes affirming his order with a clear statement of "Yes, Sir!", before he turns to get writing material for creating the list from the medical personnel's organizational desk.

"Your suggestion of listening to my Lieutenants' reports has turned out to be rather unsatisfying, as their insights into what has happened on the mission are fairly limited", Major Bracken points out in an exalted British tone and accent that almost reminds Dietrich of von Stolberg's arrogant nasal way of speaking, although the British officer still ranks higher in his personal sympathy ranking in spite of everything that has happened between them. The German throws a desperate glance at the bottle with the infusion which functions as his clock in the situation. For Dietrich it seems to work far too slowly, as more than half of the bottle is still filled with a transparent liquid. With a deep sigh, the German Captain finally relents: "After we received news that Major von Stolberg was headed toward my former base of command, a fort in a small oasis town belonging to the Bedouin Sheikh Sulaiman and his tribe, I arranged with Captain Boggs to try and win the Arabs as support. Sergeant Moffit and I negotiated with them to reinforce our attack on the major's column in their own best interest in order to defend their families and town. We finally convinced them to join our assault on the major's column."

As Bracken eyes the tall German from head to toe, he remarks. "That is an interesting weapon you are wearing, Captain. An Arab saber." Dietrich gazes at him warily. "The Bedouin Sheikh insisted that one of their warhorses may only be ridden into battle wielding an appropriate weapon." "Does German officers' training still include saber fencing?", the British major asks doubtfully. Dietrich smiles briefly. "No, of course not. But my father was a cavalry Captain in the last war and has taught me from early youth." Bracken's voice carries a nostalgic yearning. "It was a noble way of fighting, lost nowadays in the age of grenades, mines and tanks." Then, he adds: "Have you ever heard of Colonel Thomas Edward Lawrence, Captain?" Dietrich frowns. "I heard the name and that he has caused an Arab insurrection leading them against the Ottomans and Germans during the last war. A book is supposed to have been published about his deeds, but it is not available in Germany." With actual respect, the major speaks: "What you have told me reminds me of Lawrence' efforts. Few Europeans gain enough trust from the Arabs to get them to ride into battle with them." The German avoids meeting his gaze. "This was not the reaction I would have anticipated. I was more lucky than knowledgeable." The British major eyes the young German officer with an expression of incredulity that Dietrich pointedly ignores, as he continues with his recount of the events of the previous day and night which have finally led to Captain Boggs' and Sergeant Moffit's injuries and the German major's arrest and assault through the Americans.

"You have been in a visibly fitter state, when you left me yesterday in spite of the ... incident with Lieutenant Johnson. Since you bear no visible injury, Captain, what is the reason for your state of health, if I may inquire? Hopefully not a consequence of our", the major visibly struggles with the next word, "short-sighted actions." The German stares at him momentarily nonplussed, as he realizes Bracken's reason for the inquiry to be his bad conscience over the attack against him. "I can assure you that my state of health is not your responsibility but my own by choice", he answers crisply. "Next time you consider risking your life by donating your own blood consider that you are responsible for more than the few men of your patrol unit", Lisa Hartigan who has heard the last words admonishes sternly startling the German. Glaring at her, Dietrich mutters "Impertinentes Frauenzimmer" softly under his breath which fortunately for him nobody within earshot understands to mean "impertinent woman". "When I am interested in your opinion, Lieutenant, I will let you know", he states indignantly in a loud enough tone to be heard by the nurse who just smiles at the young Captain defiantly not even considering to back down, as she smirks: "Don't hesitate to let me know, Captain."

"Americans", Dietrich and Bracken sigh almost simultaneously in exasperation before exchanging a brief glance in surprise. The young nurse actually grins seeing the two officers united for the first time in a common cause, before turning to take care of her next patient. "Who did you donate the blood for that you would be willing to risk your life, Captain?" Dietrich briefly evaluates to simply refuse to answer but suspects the nurse of trying to interfere again making this a useless exercise which will only make him lose his face in front of the major. "The only man of my unit currently treated here in sickbay", the German answers instead and with slight exasperation adds upon Major Bracken's confused expression: "Sergeant Moffit." Now, the British major looks torn between perplexed and incredulous. "How many life debts does he owe you by now?" Dietrich merely shrugs refusing to answer this question.

Instead, he poses a question of his own: "Major Bracken, have you ever reported the identity of fallen enemy soldiers or collected their dog-tags?" As Major Bracken stares at him nonplussed, Dietrich feels quite reminded of himself when one of the Rat Patrol's schemes has made him feel like somebody has pulled the rug from under his feet. "I have never done this, Captain", the British officer finally answers cautiously. "Why do you ask this, if I may inquire?" With a grim expression the German answers: "My men have collected the dog tags of the fallen German soldiers. I would like to assure that their families are informed of their fates and I do not trust Major von Stolberg to take care of this duty, when he is a POW." "A noble cause and intent indeed", Major Bracken answers with something akin to admiration sounding in his voice. "Although I have no experience with such a procedure myself, I know people who can provide you with such an information, if you are inclined to accept such aid, Captain." Dietrich briefly considers the offer, until he decides that such a favour is the least the Brit owes him after yesterday's events. Leaving the fallen soldiers' family not in doubt about their sons' fates takes priority over his stubborn pride. "Gladly, if it brings clarity and closure to some families of soldiers who died honorably in this war."

"It's good to see that some things have not changed, Herr Hauptmann", Doktor Sommer addresses his former commanding officer with a friendly smile, as he steps up to them. The German officer smiles back briefly, before turning serious again: "Doktor Sommer. How are your latest patients?" "Not too well, Hauptmann Dietrich", the German staff medic answers with concern. "What has happened to them?" "A band of Bedouin riders with rifles and sabers in addition to several Jeeps and countless .50 caliber bullets of the LRDG", the Captain answers dryly. "Nothing we wouldn't have experience with", Sommer comments dryly and Dietrich avoids meeting his eyes. "Indeed, Doktor Sommer. But you seem to forget that I was one of the commanding officers of the raiding party and am currently in command of this whole unit of the LRDG." The German medic appears briefly stunned, before he speaks to his former commanding officer with a tinge of emotion audible in his voice: "Ich möchte nicht in Ihrer Haut stecken, Herr Hauptmann. Das ist ein schmaler Grat für einen Mann mit Gewissen, Ehre und Moral, den Sie hier beschreiten. Einige dieser Soldaten fürchten Sie mehr als die Ratten, andere haben Sie als Ehrenmann gepriesen." Hans Dietrich swallows hard when Ludwig Sommer tells him that he would not wish to be in his shoes having to walk a thin line, particularly for a man with a conscience, honor and morals. That some of the soldiers fear him more than the Rats is almost astounding for him, while less surprisingly Ulrich von Bibra and some of his associates must have praised him as a man of honor.

Considering that the German doctor has been helping to treat his fellow prisoners of war as well as his enemies since having landed in the camp as a POW, the German Captain considers that nobody could understand his internal conflict as well as Doktor Sommer. "Unsere Situationen sind gar nicht so unähnlich, behandeln Sie doch Freund und Feind gleichermaßen, seit Sie sich in Kriegsgefangenschaft begeben haben." The two men's gazes meet and they communicate a mutual understanding for each other's situation which is interrupted by a cough from the major's cot. "Your infusion is finished, Hauptmann Dietrich", Sommer switches back to English and gently removes the IV needle, before applying a bandage to the German officer's arm. "Thank you, Doktor Sommer." "Captain Dietrich", Major Bracken addresses the German officer who gazes at him with a certain degree of wariness. "You need not worry, Major Bracken. We were not conspiring, but talking about the moral conflict we find ourselves in given both our situations." The British major eyes him with a surprising amount of understanding. "Two weeks ago you were still one of the most persistent enemies of the LRDG, now you find yourself in command of this rowdy band of commando troops sending them against German soldiers." Dietrich avoids to meet his gaze, as he nods curtly before speaking gravely: "The line between friend and foe has not only been erased, but reversed for me." "I admire your courage to walk and cross this line with such determination, Captain", Bracken answers just as gravely. "Few would have it." The German officer finally struggles to his feet and gives a sharp salute. "Major. You have my gratitude for any support you can provide." Although his lying position on the bed and the amount of injuries barely allow him to move without pain, Bracken forces himself to at least weakly return the military salute as a sign of respect. "Captain. I hope to see you again soon."

With a curt nod, Dietrich turns toward his waiting German medic. "Anything else, Doktor Sommer?" "Feldwebel Deutsch has asked for you, Hauptmann Dietrich. The American Lieutenant has spoken with him and offered him to support the Allies", the medic answers cautiously. "I will speak with him", Dietrich replies calmly and turns to the cot where Feldwebel Nemet is lying looking anxiously around. His face still looks terrible, especially since several of the open cuts in his face have become infected and started festering in spite of the treatment, while his eyes have a slightly feverish shine. "Feldwebel Nemet", Dietrich addresses the Hungarian soldier reminding himself carefully to use his native name which has been the cause for the man's dilemma and is obviously a matter of pride for him. The slightly older man smiles at the Captain openly upon hearing his birth name. "Hauptmann Dietrich, ich brauche Ihren Rat", the Sergeant starts with asking Dietrich's advice. "Der amerikanische Leutnant Silberblatt hat mir angeboten, dass er es einrichtet, dass ich auf einem amerikanischen Bauernhof arbeiten darf, anstatt in ein Kriegsgefangenenlanger zu gehen. Dafür soll ich für die Amerikaner übersetzen." The German officer listens intently to Jakob Silberblatt's offer to have Nemet work on a ranch or farm instead of being sent to a POW camp in exchange for him translating documents for the Americans.

Dietrich frowns slightly knowing that the Sergeant is anything but fluent in English. "Wenn Sie von Übersetzen sprechen, welche Sprachen sind dann gemeint?" Istvan Nemet smiles at the question which languages he intends to translate to and from. "Zwischen Ungarisch und Deutsch. Die Amerikaner haben viele, die Deutsch sprechen und übersetzen können, aber wenige die Ungarisch beherrschen und außerdem Ungarns Armee nach dem Fall des österreichisch-ungarischen Kaisertums kennen." Dietrich listens to the explanation with rising interest that the Americans want somebody who speaks Hungarian even if he can only reliably translate to German for which they have more than enough interpreters. That Nemet has knowledge of the Hungarian army after the fall of the Austrian-Hungarian empire should have been obvious to him, but he has never given it much thought, since the Hungarians have joined Germany as allies briefly after Austria's 'Anschluss' and been more helpful on the Eastern front than in any of the battle fields Hans Dietrich has fought.

"Ich halte das für ein anständiges Angebot, das Ihnen hilft, dem Hass der deutschen Nazis zu entkommen und ein recht angenehmes Leben in Gefangenschaft zu führen, ohne dass Sie einen zu schweren Verrat begehen", Dietrich consoles him that he considers the offer as fair, giving Nemet a chance at escape the German Nazi's wrath without committing too severe a treason. "Sie verurteilen mich nicht, Herr Hauptmann?", the Feldwebel asks with desparation in his voice whether his former Captain condemns him. Averting his gaze given his own felt guilt, Dietrich replies hoarsely: "Sie sind der weniger Verurteilenswerte von uns beiden, Feldwebel Nemet!" In his own eyes, Nemet is far less condemnable than Dietrich himself after the treason he has committed only yesterday, killing soldiers of the Afrikakorps, planning and ordering their assault and death. With his actions, the German Captain has overstepped a bound which he will never be able to cross back again without paying dearly. But he would not wish the same conflict on his loyal Feldwebel who gazes at him with feverish uncomprehending eyes. "Ruhen Sie sich aus, Feldwebel Nemet. Treffen Sie eine Entscheidung erst, wenn Sie wieder gesund sind!", Dietrich orders his former Sergeant to rest and make a decision only once he is healthy again. "Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann!", the Hungarian answers in well-practiced habit, before reclining on his cot and closing his eyes.

Turning from his Feldwebel, Dietrich scans the wounded German prisoners. Soldat Kierner is lying next to Fahnenjunker von Bibra, both young men looking closer to death than life. Two of von Stolberg's other soldiers who are awake fearfully avert their gazes from the Captain, as his eyes continue to move over the cots, while one meets his eyes and nods with a slight smile in acknowledgement. The Italians still remaining in the sickbay look barely better than the new-arrivals, most of them struck down by infection as well as battle wounds. The British soldiers and their major are hardly better off with their day-old battle injuries after Major von Stolberg's tanks have attacked them with superior force. The latest arrivals are the American soldiers of the LRDG and the American Captain Boggs who also look worse for wear. Hoping that the Swiss Red Cross team will arrive as soon as possible, Dietrich turns to leave.

The German Captain has barely made his way out of the sickbay, when he finds himself approached by Sergeant Troy. "What did Atkins want?", the American shouts angrily. Dietrich merely raises his eyebrows at the openly expressed fury. "Calm yourself, Sergeant!", he admonishes before answering Troy's question. "The general has reprimanded me for my 'oversight' of asking for permission to call the Red Cross." Troy still sounds livid, as he snaps: "What kinda nonsense is that? Why do you need to ask permission to get aid from the Red Cross? They're neutral!" Dietrich sighs wearily. "Sergeant, I need not tell you of all people that all kind of communications can be overheard by the enemy and telling the Red Cross where to find us has given away our position. With the number of prisoners and wounded currently in this camp, we are a sitting duck and quite an attractive target." "To hell with that! If men die, unless they receive that medical aid, there is no reason to hesitate." The Captain looks actually amused at the attitude which he shares which he carefully avoids to openly admit to Troy. "You definitely require lessons in diplomacy, before considering to accept any promotion to Lieutenant or you might find yourself in even more trouble than I do, Sergeant Troy." Troy looks briefly dumbfounded, before starting to grin. "Thanks for the advice, Captain. I shouldn't be surprised, since you're something like the master of creatively dancing around idiotic orders and got away with it on an officer level for quite a long time in an army where orders are far worse than in ours. I doubt German HQ ever gave you a direct order to ride through the desert to obtain medication for your sick troops", the American Sergeant is actually bemused by now. "The general should have known better than to hire a notorious rule-breaker and expect a change of heart", Dietrich provides sarcastically briefly giving a wry smile.

The American laughs open-heartedly smirking at the German, before finally deciding to turn his mind to something more practical, late lunch. "I bet you haven't had any lunch yet, Captain." Dietrich is momentarily stunned by the totally unexpected change of subject, but confirms Troy's assumption. "Let's get something then. Hitch and Tully have already gone ahead, but I wanted to check on you. How's Moffit?" "Waiting for his operation and sleeping from the narcotics", Dietrich replies with a neutral tone trying to avoid to get too close to the American who looks suspiciously eager to grab him at some point. Once they have had their plates filled and Dietrich tries to turn to the lonesome officer's table, Troy finally fulfills the German's expectation in a moment of inattention, when the Captain has focussed on balancing his tablet with his hurting right shoulder. "We still have some things to talk about, Captain!" Finally losing his nerves, Dietrich snaps, as he tries to wrestle his arm out of Troy's grip without losing hold of his lunch tablet: "You'd better keep your hands off me, Sergeant! What exactly do you want?" "To take a seat for now. Your hand looks awfully shaky still", Troy plays innocent which is only resulting in angering the German more, as he sets down his tablet on the table next to Tully who eyes him with well-hidden curiosity. "Spare me your mock innocence, Troy! At least get to the point!"

Troy looks no less angry though, as he snaps back: "You want to get straight to the point. Suit yourself! You know I should beat you up properly for lying to me about the blood transfusion and the risk for your own life, when you donated blood for Jack." The German looks actually taken aback at the tone and the words. This helps him to rein in his own temper, as he merely raises his eyebrows and replies in a voice dripping with sarcasm: "Disregarding that beating up a senior officer of your own army would be a serious offense I am curious what beating me up properly would entail considering that you have shot me 3 times, injured and knocked me out through explosions or physical attacks more often than I care to count." "You're getting me wrong. Goddamnit, Dietrich!", Troy snaps back at him. "You know, Sergeant, that your way of expressing your gratitude is almost as interesting as your way of asking for help", the German states dryly. By now, the American narrows his eyes in suspicion. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Captain?" "Immensely." Dietrich actually grins smugly at having outmaneuvered Sam Troy for once by not playing along in his game of rising anger.

"Could you just sit down and eat your lunch?", Hitch interrupts their showdown. "It's getting cold", Tully adds quietly in a disarming way. Dietrich and Troy exchange a final glance. "Should we call a truce, Sergeant?", the German Captain offers graciously. "I'd rather settle for a permanent peace treaty", the American Sergeant replies with a wry smile. "Aren't you getting ahead of yourself, Sergeant? Whatever happened to beating me up properly?", Dietrich asks dryly. "We can skip that as long as you don't go 'round putting your life on the line unnecessarily", Troy offers magnanimously. The German actually snorts. "Don't be ridiculous. I only ever take calculated risks. Putting one's life on the line unnecessarily and unreasonably is your privilege to swear off." "What's that supposed to mean?", Troy demands to know with indignation in his tone. "I think he means that you're taking far more risks than he does, Sarge", Hitch provides mock helpfully, earning himself a dark glare from Troy and an amused smile from Dietrich. "Truce or treaty, Sergeant?", the German finally asks. "No risks, calculated or not, without telling the others the truth. No going behind each other's back", Troy demands. "We can agree on this", the German responds and offers his hand to seal the contract through handshake which Troy grasps firmly. "Finally. Let's eat!", Tully demands unpertubedly earning a friendly laugh from Hitch and smile from Troy, while Dietrich eyes him with silent appreciation for his cool pragmaticism.

Their lunch passes quietly after that, until First Lieutenant Adams approaches their table or rather Hans Dietrich with determination, as he salutes and reports with a professional tone: "Captain Dietrich. I've come to report that our look-outs spotted a single truck with a Red Cross approaching our camp." Automatically the German salutes sharply and thanks the American officer: "Thank you for keeping me informed, First Lieutenant Adams." "What are your orders, Sir?" Adams' words surprise the German. "I was under the impression that you have been given command over the camp by Captain Boggs, Lieutenant Adams." "Until his return I have been", the American officer replies matter-of-factually. "With him back in camp the usual order of command according to rank applies. This makes you the superior officer with the rank of a Captain." The German pales slightly muttering to himself in slight disbelief that this should be true: "Das darf doch alles nicht wahr sein." Dietrich briefly wonders whether General Atkins has not taken this command position from him out of spite and to punish him for his transgressions or simply overlooked this turn of events, before focusing on the task at hand. "The Red Cross is to assist our medical personnel in the sickbay. Prepare men to help unload medical equipment and supplies. Send the Swiss to coordinate with Doctor Andrews right away and call me to speak with them after their arrival!" Adams salutes and turns to execute the orders.

"You surely didn't look happy, Captain, when Adams told you that you're the senior officer, as little as you did yesterday night", Troy observes and Dietrich is actually grateful that he has had the unusual restraint to wait until after Adams has left with the embarrassing inquiry. With gritted teeth, the German replies sharply: "Have you forgotten just who I am, Sergeant? Two weeks ago I was still one of this unit's worst enemies and the other way around. Now, I find myself in command of my former enemies turning them against my former allies. The Americans distrust me, the British hate me in addition, the Germans despise me as a traitor, some even fear me since yesterday. At least the worst the Italians did to me was the horrific abuse of their cuisine and Marcello involving me in his stage performance. Since he is better at stage fights than actual battles there is little to fear from his side unlike everyone else." Frustration, wariness and weariness mix on the Captain's face even though he tries to cover it up with the ironic statements about the Italians. "It's not that bad. Not all Americans distrust you", Troy contradicts him on principle. "Yeah, Cap. Look at us!", Hitch tries to cheer him up. "How consoling", Dietrich replies sarcastically, "the devil has a sense of humor it seems."

Shaking his head to draw himself out of his reverie, the German speaks softly. "The arrival of the Swiss medics will not improve the situation. All three know me as a German officer of the Afrikakorps and will expect an explanation of what is going on." "Well, you got a pretty good explanation, don't you, Captain?", Troy argues. "Besides that, we're a team and we'll try to cover your back against those going against you." "Sergeant Troy", Dietrich sighs, "even though I appreciate your effort, dealing with officers of your own army on an acceptable level is not your field of expertise. You cannot handle this like one of your usual drive-in-wreak-havoc-drive-out missions where you never look back at the damage left behind you!" Their argument is interrupted by the noise of the Red Cross truck's engines and Dietrich getting up. "Duty calls."

As the German Captain walks out of the tent briskly, Troy turns to the two privates. "We have to keep an eye on him." Hitch looks slightly doubtful, while Tully keeps his neutral expression with the match stick in his mouth. "You sure, Sarge? He sounds like he got it all under control." "And he barely looks like he'll stay on his feet for the rest of the day or have you forgotten the bruises hidden underneath his shirt and how he collapsed on us yesterday night?", Troy counters vigorously. "We'll keep an eye on him, Sarge", both privates confirm after only a second of hesitation. Troy beams at them proudly. "That's my boys!"

Unawares of their intentions, Hans Dietrich walks out to meet the Red Cross employees. Doctor Riggioli has already climbed out of the truck and is currently helping nurse Arno and Regula out of the truck. "Schönen guten Abend. Es ist gut, Sie wiederzusehen", the German greets the Swiss people relieved to meet them again. "Ciao. Buona sera, Capitano Dietrich", the Italian Swiss medic greets the young officer with an honest smile. While the still slightly pudgy nurse Regula shares the friendly smile, her older colleague nurse Arno frowns at the German's American uniform which fits the American flag waving over the camp, but does not fit with her knowledge about the German officer. "Hauptmann, das ist ein amerikanischer Stützpunkt. Was tun Sie hier in fremder Uniform?" Dietrich's expression turns grim and briefly his grief is visible on his face, as the Swiss nurse questions him about what he is doing at an American camp in a different uniform. "Ich bin zu den Amerikanern übergelaufen und derzeit befehlshabender Offizier dieser Einheit, weshalb ich Sie angefordert habe, um meine Leute zu unterstützen." The eyes of all three widen in surprise upon hearing that he has defected to the U.S. army and is currently the commanding officer of the unit for which he has called assistance.

All three have noticed the bruises in Dietrich's face and the black eye right away. "Was ist Ihnen widerfahren, Hauptmann Dietrich?", nurse Arno as the oldest and most experienced of the group continues the inquiry. With disdain, anger and weariness the German Captain explains briefly what has occured to him since his arrest through the SS, mentioning torture and the massacre of the Jewish civilians he has tried to prohibit. Dietrich continues with his rescue through the desert patrol, helping Marcello's Italian column and ending with a superficial explanation for his reasons to defect from the German Wehrmacht to join the Americans in a fight to free his land of the Nazi's reign of terror.

Their conversation has not remained unnoticed, as several Americans move in on them. First Lieutenant Adams salutes Dietrich and the new-arrivals, Jakob Silberblatt approaches them all with a curious expression, while Doctor Andrews steps outside the sickbay with a smile of relieve. "I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have come to help us out! Doctor, nurses", he shakes each of their hands. "Doctor Riggioli and nurse Arno and Regula may I introduce you to Doctor Andrews, chief medic of this camp", Dietrich introduces the three Swiss medical workers and the American doctor, "and First Lieutenant Adams and Lieutenant Silberblatt.". In spite of the American's eagerness, nurse Arno stays cautious after her previous experiences with German forces of the SS. "Hauptmann Dietrich really belongs to your unit?", she asks in the direction of the two American officers. Silberblatt, Adams and Andrews exchange glances with Dietrich who pulls himself up into a straight stance and dons a proud expression feeling obviously offended by the question which clearly communicates the distrust in his word. "Captain Dietrich has been put with the desert commandos, namely Sergeant Troy and his Rat Patrol. Since Captain Boggs' injury in battle last night, he is in charge as the highest ranking officer of this unit of the LRDG", Jakob Silberblatt explains. "Ich bitte um Entschuldigung, wenn Sie meine Nachfrage beleidigt haben sollte, Herr Hauptmann. Aber nach meinen Erfahrungen mit der SS gehe ich lieber auf Nummer Sicher", nurse Arno apologizes to Dietrich for offending him, explaining that since her experiences with the SS she rather sways in the direction of doubt. "I can perfectly understand the sentiment", Dietrich growls with a grim expression switching purposefully to English, while his own disdain for the SS is obvious.

"Once you see our patients, you will see that our call for your help is warranted", Andrews assures them. "We have German and Italian POWs with grave injuries, British and American soldiers wounded in battle within the last two days. Let me show you everything. Captain Dietrich, would you please double check Lieutenant Johnson's list of the German medical supplies, unless you have more urgent duties? For translations we fortunately have several experts available now", the American doctor requests with a friendly expression. "Sure, Doctor Andrews", the younger officer replies. Deciding that getting an overview of medical supplies and seeing the medical treatment of the Allied and Axis soldiers is on the way takes highest priority before checking on his other duties, he follows the medical staff. "Dio mio!", the Italian medic exclaims in slight shock, as he enters the sickbay, while the two Swiss nurses press their hands in front of their mouths to stifle their similar cries. "It was really wise of you to call us", Riggioli tells Andrews who shakes his head. "You need to tell Captain Dietrich. He made the decision without consulting anybody else." The German who has already passed them by is turning at the mention of his name and arching his eyebrows in a silent question. "I said it was wise to call us, Capitano", the Italian repeats to which Dietrich answers with a dry smile: "Of course it was." Then he turns without paying any further attention to the doctors and approaches Lieutenant Johnson who immediately looks nervous at his sight.

"You have finished the lists, Lieutenant Johnson?", the German officer asks with a crisp tone. The British Lieutenant salutes sharply and hands them over with a clearly stated "Yes, Captain.". "Do you understand German?", Dietrich asks the Brit with a carefully kept neutral tone, as he reads through the list. Johnson looks taken aback by the question, but recovers quickly enough to answer: "Only a few words, Captain Dietrich." The Captain sighs in slight exasperation asking in a sharp sarcastic tone: "Do you understand enough words to recognize the medical terms you wrote down here?" Understanding the intent of the question, Johnson relaxes slightly. "I understood some which are similar to English. But I am not an expert for medical terms in either language." Nodding in understanding und acceptance, Dietrich briefly answers: "Thank you, Lieutenant. You're dismissed." Then, he turns to the three medics, Andrews, Sommer and Riggioli, to give them an update on the supply lists and get an idea what the Red Cross workers have brought along. Doktor Sommer and Riggioli quickly take over the list and double check it with the current list of the sickbay and Riggioli's supplies, while their American colleague stops the German Captain from leaving.

"You're a good man, Captain Dietrich", Doctor Andrews startles the German officer who turns to glare at him unsure what the intention might be behind the unexpected formulation which immediately reminds him of a certain Sergeant. With narrowed eyes, Dietrich snaps: "Is this a common term among Americans? You sound exactly like Sergeant Troy, Doctor!" "It must be an American thing", Andrews grins and winks at nurse Hartigan. Dietrich briefly wonders when exactly they have all started this systematic conspiracy against him and what consequences it will have for him, suspecting already the Rats' involvement. The best he can do is hope that this is limited to them and the medical staff, as anything else would increase his problems exponentially. With a sigh the German officer muses that he is actually relieved to have the Swiss medical personnel around as a welcome reprieve from the Americans. "Captain Boggs is feeling better and wants to talk to you, Captain Dietrich", the American medic continues his original intent in a more moderate tone. Hans Dietrich scowls not trusting the gift horse yet which might turn out to be a Trojan horse, but he follows Doctor Andrews to the American officer's cot nonetheless. Unlike before when the older man has appeared quite beside himself, his gaze is more steady now, as he focuses on Dietrich and his expression actually turns into a smile. "I have to thank you, Captain Dietrich. This might become my first days off in a row since the start of participating in this war in the desert." Dietrich is completely taken by surprise by this joking statement.

"You might wish to speed up your recovery, Captain Boggs. The general has already reprimanded me for going behind his back and calling the Red Cross without asking for permission. Next time he might send me back to the German side to save himself the trouble of having me court-martialed", the German replies in dry sarcasm. Now it is Boggs' term for gaping at the younger officer. "I can only admire your courage. I would say however that General Atkins can hardly afford to send you away seeing as you will be an excellent commando unit officer." Perfectly understanding Troy by now, Boggs finds it hard to not respect the brave German who will not budge from his principles before anybody independent of the consequences for himself. "Have you been relieved of command?", Boggs finally asks the younger man in a more moderate tone. Dietrich scowls. "No, First Lieutenant Adams assumes that since your return I am in charge due to holding the higher rank. If you wish to have him put in command instead of me, we will respect your orders." Boggs smiles an almost mischievous grin, as he replies: "I believe you are doing a far better job at taking care of this camp and annoying General Atkins at the same time than either Adams or I could have managed."

Dietrich eyes the other man cautiously, not sure if this strange sense of humor might still be connected to his head wound and resulting confusion or a rather tough joke spoken by the American officer. Choosing a likewise sarcastic reply, the German officer answers in a dry tone: "I see that you are looking for a more permanent way of getting rid of me, Captain Boggs. Perfectly understandable given the circumstances." Boggs keeps his smile. "I wouldn't dream about that, given you have fulfilled your duty of taking care of the Rats excellently until now. I get the impression that you and Sergeant Troy actually deserve each other." With a pained grimace Dietrich swallows another biting remarks unwilling to escalate this discussion further. "Is there anything else you require from me, Captain Boggs? Otherwise I would return to my current duty of running this camp", the German states a tid more sharply than necessary. "Please do that, Captain Dietrich. I did not intend to insult you", Boggs consoles, as he lies back on his cot.

With a salute, Hans Dietrich turns to leave, as he spots another patient who is awake now and watching him with a bemused expression. "Sergeant Moffit", the German greets him, "you look a lot better than last time we met." "Thanks to the excellent nurses and doctors around here", the Brit admits speaking softly to not aggravate his wound. The tall Captain crouches at the side of his cot to keep him from having to strain his neck to meet eyes. "Are you in pain, Doctor?", Dietrich asks eyeing him cautiously aware of the severity of the British Sergeant's injury. "Barely. They must have given me fairly large amounts of morphine", Moffit answers after a brief pause of feeling into his body. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Sergeant?", the German officer inquires, as he keeps a steady gaze on the Brit. "I would be much obliged, if you could organize some tea again, Captain. With so many Brits around, there is surely someone who has brewed up already." Briefly the notion passes through Dietrich's mind that he would rather swallow his tongue than start begging the Brits for tea, before he wrestles his pride under control enough to see the validity in the suggestion given his own tight schedule.

Moffit watches the German intently, before he adds with his driest tone: "And please refrain from telling Troy that you deserve each other according to Captain Boggs, unless I am present to savour his expression." For a moment the German is completely frozen, before he retorts sarcastically: "I will leave this honor to you then. You deserve it given that you actually warned him." This brings an honest smile to the Brit's face. "Thank you, old chap." As he sees Dietrich frown at the expression, he adds for his benefit: "It's British slang. Something you have heard far less than the American slang as it appears." Smiling slightly, the German states bemusedly: "Unlike you, I'm not a linguist." "Too bad really", Moffit deadpans, "you have more talent than some of my fellow students at Cambridge." "Don't try to talk me into university studies again, Sergeant", Dietrich replies with a slight tone of irony. "Would you wish to talk to my father instead? He is far better at convincing people to go studying", Jack Moffit replies with dry humor to which Hans Dietrich replies in equal manner: "I might have to consider it soon, once I get into troubles with the second army for 'routine insubordination'." "I heard that the General was not amused by your calling the Red Cross in for help", Moffit glances at the younger man with an expression akin to sympathy. "However, Captain, I would not worry. After all, Troy has not managed to get himself kicked out for any of his stunts in spite of trying for a whole year now. With all due respect, you are not the same league of trouble maker as he is."

Before Dietrich even gets the chance to answer that, the trouble maker himself makes his appearance apparently having heard the last sentence. "Hey, Jack. I'm honored by your confidence", he jokes goodnaturedly. "Good to see you two get along far better now." With the well-honed instinct warning him that any further participation in the conversation will only cause him a severe head ache, Dietrich gets to his feet cautiously and gives a salute in the direction of the two Sergeants. "I will organize your tea, Sergeant." "I would never doubt you, Captain!", Moffit replies with a grin, before turning to Troy. "It feels good to finally have someone along with an appreciation for the fine art of brewing and enjoying tea." Troy grins and gives him a wink. "Told you you'd be good friends with our Captain once you get to know him."

"What happened, Troy? Dietrich told me in the morning that you as my 'accomplice in crime and mischief would break me in', but we didn't have time yet and I appear to have been rather indisposed during the noontime", Moffit asks with honest curiosity. "Did he say that now? I should not have agreed on that peace treaty so easily before setting him straight, the insolent Jerry." Moffit looks confused by the expression and slightly bemused by Troy's annoyance with the German Captain. With a grin, the American Sergeant explains: "We agreed on a peace treaty. No lying, keeping information or going behind each other's back." Now the Cambridge scholar looks nonplussed. "You agreed to that with your commanding officer? And Dietrich did as well?" "I can be quite persuasive, if I put my head into it", Troy grins with honest amusement. "Did you have a stand-off at gun point, while I was absent and that's what the general has admonished him for?", Jack jokes. "Nothing as drastic. I might have threatened to beat him up properly though", Troy replies with a grin. "Not that Dietrich would even have batted an eyelash to that, just counted how many times we've shot him, blown him up or knocked him out until now." Jack Moffit grins at the mental image of the stand-off between the two head-strong men. "Who suggested the truce in the end? You or Dietrich?" "The Captain did", Troy admits with a grin. "The cleverer give in", Jack states dryly. Troy gives him a mock offended look. "And here I thought you were my friend." "I am", the Brit has to keep himself from laughing to not get into a coughing fit, "That's why I know what I'm talking about." "It's good to see you feeling so well, Jack!", Troy smiles at him with honest relief.

Their Captain is meanwhile intercepted by Major Turner on the way to Boggs' office tent. "Captain Dietrich. General Atkins requests your presence at Major von Stolberg's interrogation." Dietrich sighs warily. This is the one event he would have hoped to be able to avoid, but apparently fate is not done with him yet, as if being commanding officer of the Rats and all their rowdy companions would not have been bad enough already. "Lead the way, major." Turner turns immediately to bring him to the interrogation tent General Atkins has set up for this purpose. Apparently unlike Dietrich three days ago, the major is not considered safe to kept in the rather small office tent of Captain Boggs. Tully Pettigrew has observed their interaction from the distance and follows them at enough distance to not draw unwanted attention. Two guards are already positioned outside the tent entrance, another three inside the room in addition to a table which has been set up with Major von Stolberg sitting on one side, while Jakob Silberblatt and General Atkins are seated on the other side. "Noch nie hat man mich so infam beleidigt!", the German major is shouting with outrage that he has never been insulted like this before. Dietrich arches his eyebrows. If this interaction continues like this, the interrogation will be anything but boring. As Major von Stolberg turns his eyes on Dietrich, he exclaims almost with relief: "Endlich hat man ihn geholt. Selbst als verräterischer Halbblutpöbel ist er immer noch besser als dieses amerikanische Geschmeiß und der elende Hochstapler." Jakob Silberblatt looks torn between being embarrassed and highly entertained by the words upon hearing that the major calls his friend a treacherous halfblood vulgarian but still better than the American vermin and the impostor, namely himself. "Herr Major, mich stetig zu beleidigen hilft Ihrer Situation in keinster Weise", Dietrich states as calmly as he can manage. "Wir haben ihn bereits darauf hingewiesen, dass er uns als Major Graf von Stolberg anzureden hat, erbärmlicher Verräterspross derer zu Aweyden!", the German major repeats his complaint about Dietrich not using his military and his noble title. Forcing himself to keep a neutral expression, the German Captain turns to the other side of table and salutes to the general. "You have called for my presence, General Atkins."

Atkins eyes the tall German with a certain degree of curiosity, as Dietrich has managed to gain a reaction from the uncooperative German Major who has refused to speak with same in the past ten minutes since discovering irregularities in Jakob Silberblatt's assumed role of a young German nobleman. "We have tried to gain information from Major von Stolberg, even provided him with one of the noble men in our service." Dietrich raises his eyebrows in an unspoken question. Jakob replies with a smile: "I would have hoped that he would be happy to have the chance to speak with Graf Schwarzenberg's youngest son, Ulrich von Schwarzenberg. I am delighted to meet you again, Captain Dietrich. We have met in Otto von Freiburg's company." "Indeed", Dietrich states dryly without letting any emotion show on his face. "Ein impertinenter Lügner und Hochstapler ist er", the German major rants that Jakob is an impertinent liar and impostor. "Ich erkenne diesen Mann aber als einen von Graf Otto von Freiburgs Freunden wieder, sind beide doch mit mir zur Schule gegangen", Dietrich says with honest conviction that he recognizes this man as a friend of Otto von Freiburg since all three have attended school together which lets the major hesitate. "Er ist ein Mann, dessen Wort Gewicht hat. Schwört er, dass dies ein Freund des Grafensohn von Freiburg ist?" "Das schwöre ich bei meinem Leben und meiner Ehre, dass dieser Mann zu unseren Schulzeiten eng befreundet mit dem Grafen Otto von Freiburg war." That the young Captain swears on his honor and his life that the man in front of them has been a close friend of count Otto von Freiburg finally convinces the major.

"Herr Graf, wir bitten um Vergebung, dass wir ihn angezweifelt haben aufgrund der amerikanischen Uniform und so mancher Ungereimtheit", Major von Stolberg actually apologizes to Jakob to have doubted him due to the American uniform and some inconsistencies in his story. Jakob looks utterly surprised that his friend's word of honor has been enough to establish his false identity in the eyes of the German major, before considering that Hans must have a reputation in the German Wehrmacht given his steadfast conviction to stand by honor, decency and his word. That his friend has formulated the half-truth elegantly enough to be able to give his word, while deceiving the Major at the same time, shows him clearly that General Atkins has made a wise decision to send him as an intelligence agent behind enemy lines rather than as a tank commander to the front. "Der Verrätersprössling derer zu Aweyden mag sich entfernen", the German major suggests that Dietrich may leave again, insulting him and his mother's line of nobility in the same sentence. This interrogation is already more nerve-wrecking than Dietrich would like. The combination of Major von Stolberg's infuriating insults, General Atkins' ruthless manipulation and Jakob's insane scheme to pose as a German nobleman is making Troy and his Rats appear like tame lambs in comparison. Even on the level of name, rank and serial number they have always established a greater level of mutual respect than Major Graf von Stolberg is currently showing him. Glaring at von Stolberg with unconcealed animosity Dietrich turns toward the general. "Do you require my presence any longer, General Atkins, or may I return to my other duties of running this camp?" Atkins briefly considers both options of sending Dietrich off or keeping him here, before the second part of the sentence registers with him. That the German Captain is currently commanding officer replacing Captain Boggs as the only one of equal rank in the unit of the LRDG has not been in his focus of attention which has been directed mainly at the German Major and his interrogation. This will provide him with the unexpected chance to observe Dietrich in his actual element, as the organising commander of a desert camp, Atkins muses while twirling his moustache with a sly smile.

"You may return to your duties, Captain Dietrich", the general finally releases the haggard looking German who salutes sharply and turns on his heel to leave as quickly as possible. As soon as Hans Dietrich has left the tent and its direct vicinity Tully Pettigrew starts following him again. This time, the German is not too distracted, and seems to sense something out of the ordinary, as he turns and looks around until his gaze meet with Tully's. Dietrich's eyes narrow immediately, as he calls out: "Private Pettigrew. Is there something you want from me?" "Just keepin' an eye on you, Cap", the Kentuckian answers briefly. Dietrich glares at him with slight annoyance. "You're not one of the sentimental fools, as Sergeant Moffit has termed your friends quite adequately. Troy set you up to this", he deduces matter-of-factually. Tully merely shrugs and moves his matchstick from one corner of his mouth to the other. Dietrich shakes his head with slight incredulity. "That he is breaking his own peace agreement within the first hour is an all-time-low, even for his standards. You may leave, Private!" The last command is spoken so harshly that Dietrich himself is surprised. The Rats' behaviour and break of arrangements should not be bothering him like this. Tully recognizes the strange behaviour and brief flicker of emotion in the German's eyes as something Troy will be more qualified to deal with, so he quickly chooses the tactical retreat toward the sickbay tent as his best option.

Tracing Tully's retreat towards the sickbay with his eyes reminds Dietrich of Moffit's request and he turns toward the British part of the desert camp where Major Bracken's troops have placed their camp. Lieutenant Westwood approaches the German Captain, as soon as he nears the first tent. "Can I help you, Captain Dietrich?", he inquires and Dietrich notes the wariness hidden under the polite request. "I assume somewhere in your camp you are brewing up tea for the benefit of your men", the German officer states matter-of-factually. Westwood looks nonplussed at the unexpected statement. "Yes, we do brew up", he finally manages to stutter. Dietrich merely smiles ironically, as he requests: "Excellent. Please bring some to Sergeant Moffit in the sickbay." Westwood is still quite astounded by the request, but happy to comply. "I will assure that the Sergeant receives his tea, Sir!" Not trusting the Brits to not drug him, the German refrains from asking for tea for himself turning back to his duty instead after a sharp salute and spoken thanks.

As Dietrich enters the office tent, First Lieutenant Adams is taking care of some documents. Saluting the man politely, Dietrich lets the American officer break him in by showing him various lists of supplies, staff registers and POW lists as well as countless list and tables of supplies and usage which the German knows only too well from his own previous bases. After an hour, Captain Dietrich has a good overview and can decide which work to delegate to the First Lieutenant and what to take care of himself. When he is almost done with his calculations of supplies on full and reduced rations, Jakob Silberblatt enters the tent and smiles at his friend. "Thank you, Hans. Your statement saved my ruse." The German officer returns the gesture with a wry smile. "My pleasure, Jakob. I cannot imagine why the general is not considering you to join on these infiltration missions given your obvious talent for passing yourself off as German nobility", Dietrich states dryly. "Don't give him devious ideas. It's not like he wouldn't have enough of those on his own", Jakob replies with a wry smile. "But if this idea should ever occur to him, I will apply to be placed in your unit. You have always kept my back in such situations. I wouldn't work with anyone else." Imagining Troy and Silberblatt joining force to create risky, insane ideas forces an exasperated groan from Hans Dietrich. "My lips will be sealed, Jakob."

With a sly smile, the German teases his friend: "Also you should think that I acted completely selflessly. If you ruse would have failed, I would have had to lead his interrogation myself." Dietrich shudders at the thought, before he adds sarcastically: "I am not sure whether I would have managed to speak with him for longer than an hour without wishing to challenge him to a duel to the last blood." Jakob grins widely. "By now, even I was close to doing that and calling you as my secundant." "I would have gladly accepted that challenge", the German briefly indulges in the thought, before sobering again. "But we need him alive for the negotiations with the Bedouins." "Captain, I will recheck security of the prisoners. We have too few guards for the numbers", Adams reports. "Check with Major Turner whether we can use some of the general's men. Also ask Major Bracken, of he can lend us some of the Brits. They owe us more than a few favours." Adams smiles at the German appearing more open than ever before, as he eyes the younger officer appreciatively. "Sure. I will speak with both, Captain." The two officers salute and Adams picks up his list, before turning to the door flap.

As Adams leaves the tent, he almost runs into Sergeant Troy followed by his two privates. All three ignore him and do not even consider a salute, as they let him step out before entering equally unceremoniously. Dietrich has risen from the desk and glares at Troy openly now. "Sergeant, you have broken your own peace treaty within its first hour by sending your privates after me behind my back", the German Captain snarls indignantly. "You just rushed off, before we could talk with you. And it is our duty to keep an eye out for our commanding officer, especially after you collapsed unconscious into my arms only yesterday night", Troy sounds no less indignant feeling righteous anger at the accusation of breaking his vow. Jakob Silberblatt bears a shocked expression, as he gazes at his friend intently, while Hans Dietrich looks briefly embarrased by the memory, before regaining his self-control. "This does not change the fact that you went behind my back ... again, Sergeant. And you seriously expect me to trust you even for a second?", the German states with sarcasm laced into every word. "Come on, Captain. If you were more reliable to look after your own health and best interest before everyone else's ...", Troy starts his argument to find himself interrupted Dietrich. "You actually have the gall to accuse me of irresponsibility?", the German officer sounds livid and his muscles have tensed enough to show that he is close to physically lashing out and barely restraining himself.

Sensing the dangerous tension, Jakob Silberblatt intervenes by putting his hands on his friends shoulders and forcing him to focus on him instead. "Hans, nobody would accuse you of not honoring your duty. But you tend to put your own life on the line whenever you consider it appropriate. This apparently happens often enough for the men of your unit to consider keeping an eye out for you regularly, not just on a mission, a reasonable idea. Isn't this what a good and honorable soldier should do? Isn't it what you would do, if you were in their position?" While the German has kept his proud and tense stance during the first two sentences glowering at his friend in indignation, Dietrich finally lowers his gaze at the last question giving a curt nod after a few seconds of evaluating the question. If their positions were reversed, it would be exactly what he would do. Holding it against Troy and his men seems actually unfair under this perspective. With a weary and wary tone, Dietrich states sharply: "Sergeant, I don't appreciate it, if you try to go behind my back." Troy eyes him equally warily. "I wouldn't unless to save and protect a member of my unit." Dietrich snorts briefly. "I have known you long enough to know that you consider orders as something akin to vague guidelines rather than an actual command." "I'm not trying to disobey or backstab you, Diet... Captain!", Troy snaps back.

Gritting his teeth the Captain finally produces a deep sigh. Hans Dietrich raises his focus up to meet the American Sergeant's eyes, as he formulates carefully but with conviction: "Gentlemen, please accept my apology. Lieutenant Silberblatt is right that I cannot hold against you what I would do myself, especially since your behaviour is honorable if indeed motivated by duty and concern." This exceeds Troy's expectations of how this conversation would end by far. "You can bet on that. Apology accepted, Captain." As Troy holds out his hand, Dietrich eyes him warily for a few moments, before swallowing the last of his pride and shaking the American's hand. "You're apologizing a lot lately, Cap. Takes more courage and character than staying with one's opinion stubbornly." Dietrich eyes him intently trying to discern the honesty behind these words. "Is our treaty still standing?", the German asks cautiously avoiding to address Troy's previous statement directly. "I don't intend to break it, Captain!", Troy answers with conviction. "Me neither", Hitch pipes in, trying unsuccessfully to hide his chewing gum from Dietrich and speak clearly at the same time. "Aye, Cap", Tully mutters meeting the German's gaze without fear. Turning to Jakob with an ironic half-smile, the German Captain asks sarcastically in a stage whisper: "When did you abduct the real Rats and replace them with reasonable individuals?" Troy barks a laugh that is joined by Hitch, while Silberblatt and Tully stay with a bemused smile at the statement. The earlier tension is finally released and all men relax visibly.

Corporal Gottschlich has not chosen this moment for entering the tent, but it happens to coincide with the end of his shift. Dutifully, he wants to report to the German Captain as ordered. Hearing laughter from the tent of the stern German officer is surprising. As he enters the tent and finds the friendly Americans who have shared dinner with him at the general's banquet together with Captain Dietrich and the young Lieutenant he has often seen with the Captain, Gottschlich remembers that the British Sergeant who is missing has told him that they are Dietrich's unit. Saluting properly, the young man addresses the tall Captain wih a flustered expression: "You wanted me to report to you, Sir." The German officer schools his face into a stern expression, folds his hands behind his back and eyes the young Corporal from head to toe, before he speaks with a clear and sharp tone: "After what I have observed today, I am under the impression that you have not been honest with me, Corporal Gottschlich."

Riku Gottschlich looks shocked, as he stares at Hans Dietrich, before he starts stuttering in his defence: " , Captain . I have lied to you." Dietrich observes how the young man is squirming under his steely gaze, before he explains sharply: "From what I have seen today, Corporal, you are quite capable of defending yourself against an unarmed attacker, especially a drunk one. Why then did you let yourself be struck down to require Private Hitchcock and finally Sergeant Troy and me to come to your aid? Is this some ruse to draw attention and sympathy to get accepted with our patrol unit?" The young corporal has paled visibly at the accusation, while Troy and Hitch stare from Dietrich to Gottschlich with perplexed expressions. Jakob scowls slightly, while he observes his friend and the young American soldier. Only Tully keeps his unperturbed expression, merely shifting his match stick in his mouth while he eyes the young guy, Dietrich, Troy and Hitch.

"Please Captain Dietrich", Gottschlich begs to be heard in a whining tone, "I did not mean to manipulate you." Dietrich grows impatient: "Then answer my question! Why did you not defend yourself, Corporal?" The young man lowers his gaze looking afraid. "The last time I answered such a question honestly I was sent here to North Africa." Dietrich narrows his eyes now having the impression that something is wrong here. "I give you my word as an officer that I will not hold anything you say against you and apply any punitive actions against you for the explanation, unless you are guilty of a serious crime." Gottschlich looks up to look the German Captain in the eye searching for the confirmation of something he seems to find after several long moments. Then, he starts his explanation in a quivering voice: "I did not dare to defend myself against an American. The last time I did that against a group of soldiers who have harassed me time and again without any of the officers caring, I was called a liar and sent here to North Africa as a punitive action. With my word, that of a half-Japanese with a German surname, against the words of four regular Americans I stood no chance. My First Lieutenant had already declared me guilty before questioning me. So I decided that this time I would just receive a few hits, play unconscious and try to escape the drunk. I did not expect that Private Hitchcock would intervene and I certainly did not try to mainpulate any of you." Gottschlich's desparate tone matches his facial expression, as he almost begs Dietrich to believe him. Troy looks openly sympathetic, while Hitch has to keep himself from putting a hand on the despondent youngster's shoulder as a sign of support.

Even though Hans Dietrich keeps his face schooled into a neutral expression, Jakob can read the flicker of compassion clearly in his brown eyes. "If this is true, Corporal, you have been treated injustly. Your perpetrator here has been dealt with. Against your former perpetrators I am unable to act. However, I give you the order now, Corporal Gottschlich, that you will not hold back to defend yourself, when you find yourself under attack independent of whether your attackers wear the same or a different uniform!", the German commands sharply although those who know him well enough can hear the tinge of compassion behind the words. "To be able to evaluate your qualification for a commando unit, I require to observe you in an actual fight against an opponent of known strength and competence." "You cannot seriously consider to take the kid out on actual commando missions, Captain?!", Troy protests loudly. Dietrich dons a wry smile all three Rats recognize from when one of his traps has been sprung successfully. "Would you like to volunteer then to test the Corporal's skills yourself, Sergeant?" "I'm not in the habit of beating up kids!", the American Sergeant protests. "Don't be ridiculous, Sergeant Troy. You have attacked and knocked out more than enough of my soldiers, some of whom were younger than Corporal Gottschlich."

Troy glares at the German Captain for reminding him of this, before he snaps: "Fine. I will test the kid and show you that it's madness to consider risking his life out here on commando missions." Dietrich answers dryly: "That is all I ask of you." As if having an afterthought he adds: "You should not hold back, Sergeant. After what I have seen this *kid* do, I'd bet on him winning." This wording is too tempting for Jakob Silberblatt to not seize the opportunity. "I'm holding you up to that bet, Hans!" In a low tone he whispers in Dietrich's ear: "I appreciate that you try to motivate the young one." Troy hears only the bet and grabs his chance: "I'll bet against you as well, Captain." "So what do we bet on?", Jakob asks eagerly. "You find me at a disadvantage, gentlemen", Dietrich states with a cool expression. "I have no money, as the Germans have confiscated my financial accounts and the U.S. army cannot pay me a salary for lack of an American bank account and citizenship or even a valid passport. My possessions except for some letters, utility items and the Arab weapons are army property which technically even includes the clothes on my back."

Both Troy and Silberblatt stare at him not having considered this aspect of his defection until now. Troy draws a knife from one of his boots and places it on the table seeing Dietrich tense visibly at the movement. Old habits die hard the American Sergeant muses. "I'll bet you this knife against your Arab dagger then, Captain." Dietrich merely eyes the knife warily, before giving a curt nod in acceptance. "I'll bet you for a favour, Hans, to be determined at a later time", Jakob smiles amiably. "Just like in good old times." "How many favours do you still owe me in this way, Jakob?", Dietrich asks sarcastically. With an inscrutable expression, the German Captain then shakes hands with both agreeing on the bet. After this, Hans Dietrich turns to Corporal Gottschlich: "I am placing my faith in you, Corporal. You'd better not disappoint me!" "I won't, Captain!", Riku Gottschlich pledges with the gravity and dignity of a samurai before his liege lord. Dietrich eyes him intently, before nodding and directing the whole group outside the tent.

"What do you think how long the kid can last, before our Sarge takes him out?", Hitch whispers to Tully, as they follow the fighters and the two officers outside. Tully Pettigrew merely shrugs without giving a clearer answer, before he adds surprisingly: "I wouldn't bet on it. Cap knows what he's doin'." As soon as they have stepped outside, the two opponents place their weapons on the ground and take off their jackets laying them down next to their respective weapons. Then, they assume fighting stances, Troy balling his fists ready for melee, while Gottschlich takes a front stance with the feet shoulder-width apart after taking a big step forward and bending the front knee and his hand balles into fists. Hans Dietrich observes both of them with a curious expression, while Jakob Silberblatt looks excited. "Private Pettigrew, you will take the role of objective referee, since you are not involved in any bets!", the German Captain orders the surprised private who answers with a baffled nod and "Sure, Capt'n.".

The two fighters circle each other observing their respective movements, before Troy makes the first move to strike against the younger man's face as a feint. To his suprise Gottschlich does not withdraw, but leans back shifting his weight toward his back leg while spinning his front leg in the air swiftly and striking his arm to the side. As he tries to place his actual strike the young Corporal shifts again and strikes his arm downward with his forearm effectively redirecting the attack. Without leaving his surprised opponent time for recovery Riku Gottschlich shifts again and circling his whole body in a semi-circle hits Troy in in the temple with the back of his boot effectively knocking the American off his feet. Tully looks up at Dietrich with a questioning expression, whether to end this fight altogether, as the German Captain observes the fight with an unreadable face and shakes his head barely perceptibly when meeting eyes with Tully. Taking this as a signal that Dietrich considers this not an unfair fight, since he would intervene otherwise, Tully lets the fighter continue after counting two points in Gottschlich's favour. "That was incredible", Hitch whispers in his ear. "Never seen anything like that before."

After recovering from his initial shock of being struck down within the first ten seconds, Troy becomes more cautious. This time he observes Gottschlich's movements more closely striking again in a series of several strikes which the younger man sidesteps and answers with a chop to the neck that makes his opponent collapse again. Seeing Troy struggle to actually get back to his feet again, Tully looks at Dietrich who whispers into Silberblatt's ear: "Is this enough or do you want to see the Sergeant seriously hurt to believe the young man's superiority in unarmed combat?" "It's enough!", Jakob shouts out loudly with a tormented expression looking at Troy compassionately. Dietrich nods at Tully who also confirms the judgement declaring Gottschlich the clear winner with three hits, as the German Captain crouches at Troy's side while his unmoved expression shifts toward slight concern: "Sergeant Troy, are you hurt?" "Only my pride!", the American growls without opening his eyes and pressing a hand against his hurting temple. "This time you tricked me really well, Dietrich!", he growls and opens his eyes to glare at the German. "You should have known better than to bet against me. Or at least Jakob should have", the German replies with a slight tinge of irony in his voice ignoring Troy's slight of just calling him by his last name. Then he holds out his left hand to the American who briefly stares at him before grapsing the offered support. With a swift motion, Hans Dietrich hauls them both back to their feet. "Next time I'll bet on whoever you bet on and let him", Troy points at Silberblatt, "do the fighting." "I see you are a fast learner, Sergeant", Dietrich states bemusedly. "I have a good teacher", Troy uses Dietrich's own words who smiles honestly in recognition.

Corporal Gottschlich meanwhile eyes them worriedly, but does not dare to interrupt the Captain. As the German turns his gaze back to Gottschlich he keeps his friendly expression. "You did not disappoint me, Corporal Gottschlich. I have never seen such a fighting style before. Where did you learn this?" Gottschlich looks slightly flustered at the praise but answers quickly: "My uncle taught me, Sir. This is the fighting style of the 'empty hand' which is called karate-jutsu in Japanese." Dietrich nods thoughtfully. "Very interesting. I am not familiar with Japanese culture, but I would be curious to learn more." Gottschlich beams openly now proud to be taken seriously and to have somebody showing an honest interest in his family's traditions and not just finding himself condemned for his heritage. "After this demonstration nobody can argue that you are capable of defending yourself in a close combat situation", Dietrich adds seriously and Troy meets his gaze until he shakes his head. "No complaints, Captain."

The German officer's gaze shifts back to Corporal Gottschlich. "Given my current position as commanding officer of this unit assigning you to a specific patrol unit is within my range of authority. Before a final decision though, I will assign you with Private Hitchcock and Pettigrew who will show you the skills required out here in the desert from taking care of enough water to upkeeping the vehicles. I will hear their assessment of your abilities by tomorrow evening." Gottschlich salutes eagerly eyeing the German officer with unconcealed adoration, Hitch and Tully only salute after meeting Dietrich's sharp gaze. Hitch' eyes hold something close to admiration, as no officer has ever valued his opinion on anything to bother to ask him, and Troy technically is no officer even though he is his CO out in the desert. Tully Pettigrew has never been treated with that much respect by any of the actual brass and is considering more and more trustworthy in spite of his natural distrust against authorities instilled by his moonshiner family. "You are dismissed, gentlemen!", the Captain orders sternly and turns back to the tent. "Lieutenant Silberblatt, we have work to do!" The young privates and Corporal take off toward the motor pool with Hitch placing an arm around Gottchlich's shoulder and starting to whisper in his ear conspiratorially.

"Wait a second, Captain!", Troy calls out to the German and Dietrich turns back with an exasperated sigh raising his eyebrows in a silent question. "I'd like to settle my debt as quickly as possible", Troy speaks curtly, as he removes the leather band holding the knife sheath around his lower leg and pushes the sheath back in. "It kept my dad alive in the trenches in France and it's been with me ever since he gave to me on my sixteen's birthday, shortly before his death." The German Captain bears a thoughtful expression and finally shakes his head. "I must not take this, Sergeant." The American looks utterly unhappy. "You won this fair and square, Captain." Dietrich still refuses. "In Germany the proverb say that betting debt are honor debts, but this is a personal memento from your father. It holds a value beyond purely material one. Owe me a favour or whatever else you prefer instead, but keep your father's knife, Sergeant Troy!" Troy stares at the tall young officer for a few seconds, before finally recovering from his bafflement. "Thanks, Captain. Can only repeat myself saying that you're a man of honour."

After staring at Dietrich's face for a few more seconds, the American finally comes to a decision. "That kid is hero worshipping you", he voices his concern and Dietrich frowns, but nods after a brief moment. "After Moffit's bad example I am seriously worried that he will come up with similar heroics." "Like master, like man, aye, Captain?", Troy retorts sarcastically. The German officer glowers at him, as he snaps: "What is that supposed to mean?" "That you are a real bad example when it comes to risking one's life for someone of your unit", Troy counters. "Your insinuation is impertinent, Sergeant!", Dietrich is fuming until Jakob Silberblatt startles him by placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hans, if you are hinest with yourself, you realize that he is quite correct in his assessment!" "My position and the responsibility coming with it demand that I fulfill my obligation to my men putting my own interests behind theirs!", the German Captain practically snarls at them. "Nobody doubts that, Hans", Jakob tries to reconcile his friend. "But you should not be surprised that your men follow your example and act similarly which may quite annoy you from the perspective of a commanding officer. But the men reflect their commander, so you should not be surprised or angry." Dietrich nods with a grim expression without openly conceding defeat.

"We share the same concern, Troy, and have agreed on our peace treaty", the German finally states warily. "Let us keep it at that as a starting point. Do me the favour to keep an eye out for Corporal Gottschlich to repay your betting debts." Troy shakes his head. "I can't charge you for something we agree on and I'd do anyways. You still have your favour, Captain." Then Sam Troy finally turns to follow the privates after a sloppy salute which Dietrich returns sharply, intent on getting a better impression of their possibly new unit member. Moffit has been right, Troy realizes. Dietrich is good at collecting strays or rather he is good at instilling trust in his authority and leadership even in those who do not trust anybody else, from the orphaned Jewish boy to the mobbed young Corporal.

Unaffected by Troy's musings, Hans Dietrich dedicates the next two hours to calculation of supplies and considers possible solutions to discuss with the general at dinner, such as starting trade with the Bedouins or asking for aerial supply delivery. Meanwhile, Hitch and Tully show Corporal Gottschlich the basics of taking apart, maintaining and tuning the Jeeps. Troy does not join them, observing the three rather from afar, as he observes their interaction, when his mind does not drift off to his new revelations on Captain Hans Dietrich. For the first time, Sam Troy realizes that Dietrich's ability to instill trust by being utterly authentic and true to himself more than his uncanny luck to survive countless attacks against his person, his unrelenting stubbornness and pride or his intelligence and language skill have kept Hans Dietrich still able to keep them on their toes for months. Independent of how many of his men they have killed, he has been able to instill that trust in his leadership again and again. Thinking about this, the American Sergeant realizes that this probably makes Dietrich the best officer he has ever served, as none of them has held the same charisma, honor and reliability which naturally instills trust in the officer's person as the young German Captain has managed to do.