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. Reunions with former friends and foes included. (CHAPTER 1-14 revised!)

11. Phoenix from the Ashes

It is late afternoon, as the German column of several half-tracks, trucks and tanks accompanied by the two Jeeps of the Rat Patrol closes in on his desert camp. When alerted about that sighting, Captain Boggs briefly questions the reliability of his lookout's perception. Sergeant Moffit has announced that they would arrive with Dietrich's men who would willingly surrender, but he has not expected to receive the unit's military vehicles and supplies handed over in addition to the soldiers. As soon as he can perceive the unusual sight himself, he alerts all men in the camp to be prepared for the Germans' arrival as prisoners of war. Doctor Andrews, his trusted field medic, prepares the field hospital for the reception of several wounded, as Troy and his men have a reputation.

Side by side, Troy's Jeep and a German Kübelwagen arrive at the rim of the camp. The tall German officer, sitting in the back of the Kübelwagen, rises, waves his left arm in different motions and speaks into a microphone held by a cord around his neck. The lean man's face is mostly blackened from bruises and his whole stance speaks of exhaustion, yet he coordinates the column with practiced efficiency. The American Captain deduces from the appearance and the behaviour that this must be the infamous German Captain Hans Dietrich, as his facial features are beyond recognition in comparison with his photograph. A second German officer steps next to the Kübelwagen and receives orders from his commanding officer before turning towards the men in the tanks, trucks and half-tracks and hollering commands, setting everyone in motion.

After exiting the Kübelwagen rather slowly and carefully, the German Captain picks up his uniform cap and puts it on his head, before turning towards Captain Boggs. At closer inspection, the tall Hauptmann's face looks like he has been in a boxing ring on the receiving end of many a punch and his own uniform appears to be slightly too loose on his skinny frame. Nonetheless, the proud German officer keeps his back straight and his head held high with an intelligent glint shining in his eyes. Meeting Sergeant Troy's arch-nemesis for the first time in person, the American Captain salutes and introduces himself as "Captain James Boggs of the Long Range Desert Group". The bruised German Captain salutes back, although he winces visibly, when moving his right arm. "Hauptmann Hans Dietrich von der 5. Leichten Division des Deutschen Afrikakorps", he states in clear German. Sergeants Troy and Moffit meanwhile step to the left and right of the German officer's side.

Assessing his American counterpart carefully for a few moments, Dietrich finally draws his service weapon and hands it to the tense Captain Boggs handle first in a clear sign of surrender. "I hereby surrender myself and my unit to you, Captain Boggs, as per my agreement with Sergeant Troy", the young Hauptmann speaks in such a smooth American English that Boggs is startled, having just heard him speak in German and realising how well the other officer manages the transition between the languages. Unperturbed, Hans Dietrich continues: "In accordance with the Geneva convention, I expect a fair treatment of my men as prisoners of war and ask you for medical treatment for my wounded men who Doktor Sommer will hand over to your care." "Of course, Captain Dietrich", the rather stunned Boggs is assuring his compliance. The bruised Hauptmann's eyes seem to bore into him, as the German tries to assess his sincerity. In spite of having surrendered and looking worse for wear his proud stance has not changed in the least Boggs notices.

"I also want to specifically point out that my men were not involved in the massacre of the Jewish civilians in the oasis town containing my", he hesitates and corrects himself, "Obersturmbannführer Waldheim's base. Also, a survivor of said massacre, a young boy is currently in the care of my medic and should be treated in your hospital immediately." Boggs notes that Dietrich appears to be checking off a list of tasks and looking more closely at the man's face notices the sheen of sweat on his forehead below the cap's rim and his paling complexion. Both Troy and Moffit keep similarly keen eyes on the German and each takes a step closer to the lean Hauptmann who briefly glares in their direction. "I assure you, Captain Dietrich, that I will take care of all this", James Boggs assures him. Again Hans Dietrich tries to evaluate the older American's honesty, as he focuses a scrutinizing gaze on him. Keeping up his keen scrutiny and strict gaze cause him quite a struggle however, as his vision becomes increasingly blurry and his surroundings starts swaying slightly, as if he would be moving on a small boat the waves play with.

A shout from a German soldier behind them makes everyone whirl around including Dietrich who worries that somebody's irrational behaviour might still endanger everyone else's peaceful surrender. The moment his body is driven by momentum alone the control of which is slipping from him, he feels his world tilt more and more, until his legs give out underneath him and his vision turns black. Noticing Dietrich's collapse, both Troy and Moffit grab the unconscious German Captain under the arms and lower him to the ground slowly and gently. With a worried expression Captain Boggs shouts to his men: "Bring a stretcher and get him to the sickbay immediately!" Tully and Hitch beat anyone from the camp in executing the command, as they carry their emergency stretcher from the Jeep to Hauptmann Dietrich with the other German officer in tow who glances worriedly at his Captain. As Troy lowers the unconscious young officer onto the stretcher, James Boggs can observe first hand that the typically rough Sergeant treats the German Hauptmann with the same gentleness usually reserved only for his Rats. All four of the Rats are faster and more obedient in following his orders than he as ever seen them before. Although worried about the state of his target prisoner, Boggs is aware of his responsibility to coordinate the Germans' surrender, imprisonment and medical treatment.

Dietrich's Leutnant looks at Boggs expectantly and with worry about the situation clearly written on his face, when another German with an armband with a red cross on it and a stethoscope around his neck approaches them. Behind him follow several soldiers who carry a young brown-skinned boy and their wounded comrades on stretchers. "Where can we bring the wounded and sick?", the medic asks Captain Boggs in English with a distinct German accent, looking at his unconscious commanding officer with clear concern, as he mutters with as much compassion as accusation: "Hauptmann Dietrich!" "Show him the way to the sickbay!", the American Captain orders one of his Privates. Then, he turns to the German Lieutenant and orders him: "You can lead your men to the tents which we have prepared as prison area and help with their registration as POWs." Saluting, the German asks in rather bad English with worry clearly audible in his voice: "I will do that. Can I see the Hauptmann after?" "I will check on his state with our medics and you may see Captain Dietrich, as soon as his health permits it", Boggs tries to reassure him. This Hans Dietrich must be quite a beloved officer for his men, if they follow him into captivity of war and personally worry about him, even though he has been arrested by the SS and found guilty of treason.

Once, he has made sure that his men take care of the captured Germans' munition, weapons and explosives, as well as their vehicles, Boggs leaves Lieutenant Williams in charge of the proceedings and turns to the sickbay to check on the German prisoners and in particular Captain Dietrich. When he enters the large tent housing the medical facilities, the American Captain can make out several of his medical personnel treating German soldiers under the directions of the German Doctor who works in almost fluent coordination with his own head medic, as they stand next to the cot with the young native boy. In a corner of the tent, James Boggs notices the Rats surrounding a different cot. While Private Pettigrew chews on one of his matchsticks with an unreadable expression as usual, the other Private blows bubble after bubble and kneads his red kepi between his hands, betraying his nervousness. Sergeant Moffit leans against a tent post in a tense posture, while Sergeant Troy crouches next to a cot on which Captain Dietrich is lying. Troy's face clearly shows his concern, as he exchanges worried glances with Moffit. The unconscious German officer has had his jacket and shirt removed and an infusion fixed to his left arm which trickles slowly. Now that Boggs can see that Dietrich's torso is even more heavily bruised than his face, he shudders. Apart from the skinny and sinewy physique, several burn wounds and the thick bandage around his right shoulder catch the American Captain's attention, as he approaches the eerie scene. The American officer is unsure if he even wants to imagine what kind of treatment the younger German officer must have suffered at the hands of the SS to look like this even two days after his rescue and collapse from exhaustion as well as the after effects of torture and starvation, all of which are obvious on the unconscious young officer.

"What is Captain Dietrich's status, Sergeant?", Boggs addresses Troy who regards him with a more guarded expression than the one he has exchanged with Moffit while believing himself to not be under observation. Captain Boggs is starting to wonder how much of their reports on their run-ins with Dietrich have been altered to not draw any unwanted attention and remain politically correct. "Captain Dietrich is stable, but suffering from exhaustion and malnutrition, previously severe blood-loss and dehydration as well", Moffit helps his fellow Sergeant out, knowing that professional medical terms are not Troy's forte and recounts the Doctor's diagnosis combined with his own observations. "This is the state you found him in?", Boggs asks slightly incredulously and looks from Troy to Moffit. "When we found him, he was half drowned from the SS torture and barely conscious. Without a blood transfusion he wouldn't have survived the day", Troy growls grimly, bearing a hateful expression when speaking about the SS. "You can leave the Captain to rest. Doctor Andrews will take good care of him. We need to talk, Sergeants", Captain Boggs orders in a tone that leaves Troy and Moffit no room for arguments.

"We'll keep an eye on him, Sarge, Doc", Hitchcock states with diligence, while casting a half-smile in Troy's and Moffit's direction. Captain Boggs now truly wonders what the relation between all the Rats and the German Captain is, as he would never have expected such a behaviour towards an enemy officer from the two rowdy Privates. As the two Sergeants intend to follow Captain Boggs out of the tent, something furry comes running in their direction. With several excited yelps, Fritz is putting his front paws on the rim on Dietrich's field bed and licking the side of the unconscious man's face. "Fritz, aus!", Hitch repeats the German command he has heard often enough from Dietrich in the last three days and the dog indeed obediently sits down on the ground whining desperately. "When has my camp turned into a zoo?", Captain Boggs is sighing in disbelieving exasperation. Moffit bows to him and conspiratorially whispers into his ear with a stage whisper any of the Rats can easily hear: "You should be careful with Hauptmann Dietrich, Captain. That man is even more successful at collecting strays than Sergeant Troy, dogs, children and whatever else." Troy glares at him darkly. "When have I ever collected strays?" Before Moffit can answer and prolong this argument, Captain Boggs interrupts them with his nerves worn to a frazzle: "Enough, gentlemen. We will continue our discussion in my office!"

Knowing when not to overstep the bounds, Troy and Moffit follow Captain Boggs complacently, as he leads them to his office tent. Lieutenant Williams has arranged the parking of half of the German vehicles and sent the trucks to their ammunitions and weapons depot. "That was a brilliant idea to have the Jerries surrender and bring all their materials along", Captain Boggs praises them, as his mood improves considering the success. "We can't take credit for that, Sir. T'was Dietrich who asked to allow his unit to surrender and who didn't want to leave any of that stuff in the hands of the Arabs", Troy replies with slight defiance in his tone. "Captain Dietrich indeed appears to be a more valuable asset than I would given him credit for", Boggs muses, as he takes a seat at his desk, while Troy and Moffit remain standing as usual.

Focusing the two Sergeants with a critical stare, the American Captain formulates his argument and observations carefully. "Gentlemen. I have just been able to observe a few interesting interactions, I would like to discuss with you." Both Troy and Moffit exchange glances, each wondering what this is about, as the Captain continues: "Captain Dietrich's soldiers and officers not only follow the man's command, but appear even personally concerned at his well-being. This is surprising considering the man not only has been arrested and interrogated for days but also has been convicted to death." Troy adopts a defensive stance on Dietrich's behalf: "They know right from wrong just as much as their Captain. Most of them are really grateful that he got them out of the clutches of the SS and the Arabs alive." Their own Captain nods in understanding. "Please report what exactly has happened on this mission!" Between the two of them they give a detailed description of the events of the past few days leaving out choice parts like personal conversations with Dietrich which would cause more trouble than help anybody. Troy especially recites what he has learned from Doktor Sommer and recommends Boggs to speak with the German medic.

Sensing that something is off and remembering his observations from before, Captain Boggs decides to directly confront his Sergeants. "And what is your reason for treating the man with sympathy reaching far beyond compassion with a surrendered long-term enemy?", the older man asks seriously. "I am well aware that you have to...", he pauses briefly, "adapt your reports to be politically acceptable, but I fail to see under which circumstances you have developed a personal liking for a German officer, Sergeant." The breaths of both Troy and Moffit catch at the implication. "Dietrich has always treated us fairly and honorably, likewise we've always returned that", Sergeant Troy argues vehemently. "How often did you let him go, when you could have killed or captured him?", Boggs throws back at him. Both Troy and Moffit remain silent. "Maybe Captain Dietrich will be more compliant to answer that question once he is awake again. After all he at least has sworn full cooperation", Boggs remarks almost sarcastically.

"We never endangered our mission goal or went against direct orders by not killing him", Troy argues with a hard face and sharp tone. "Besides that, this man has more lives than a whole clowder of cats", Moffit adds, leaving the Americans to wonder whether this is an example of British humor or dead serious, "and about as much unhealthy curiosity to potentially get himself killed. We do not sympathise with our enemy to actively spare his life." Boggs is quite annoyed by now spotting that something is off even with the cool-headed British Sergeant he sometimes trusts more than Troy to act according to his head rather than his heart. "You should not lie to me, Sergeant. I am not trying to report you, but I want the truth! Answer my original question truthfully: How often did you let Captain Dietrich go, when you could have killed or captured him?" Troy and Moffit exchange glances. "I believe we stopped counting, Captain." Captain Boggs closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, as Troy continues: "Just as we stopped counting how often Dietrich has saved the skin of one of us."

Captain Boggs feels a headache coming. "So you are basically telling me that even though the man is a loyal German officer, he still went out of his way to protect and save your lives, while trying to capture or outwit you at the same time?" Troy just shrugs and tries a noncommittal smile. Moffit sounds almost as exasperated as the Captain himself, as he sees himself forced to admit: "In a way that is describing our situation quite well. He always tried to capture us alive rather than kill us and at some point we started doing the same. I believe you can understand why we would not include this in an official report." "It still sounds absurd", Captain Boggs admits, before snorting: "I am starting to look forward to talking to Captain Dietrich myself." Then, he turns back to his two Sergeants: "You are dismissed, Sergeants. Keep yourself ready for the interrogation of the Captain. HQ wants to send us an expert for interrogating German officers and General Atkins should arrive within the next days as well." Both Troy and Moffit grimace at the last statement and exchange glances. "What use would an expert for interrogation be, as Dietrich has already agreed to cooperate. You can only antagonize him in this way", the American Sergeant protests. "Sergeant, even though you do not always behave like it, we all serve in the military and orders are orders. This is a direct order from HQ!", Captain Boggs admonishes them, before sending them on their way.

Meanwhile in the hospital tent, Hitch pets the whining Fritz, trying to console the usually playful dog while throwing glances at Dietrich's unmoving form on the bed from time to time. After some time the German medic and Doctor Andrews approach the unconscious Captain. "You should put him on morphine, if you want to have him sleep through the night", Doktor Sommer advises his American colleague with his heavy German accent. "What exactly did they do to him?", the usually calm Andrews asks, when he changes the Captain's bandage around his shoulder and reapplies the lotion to his burn wounds.

"I do not know the details and also do not want to know them, but I have treated him once to twice per day in sickbay, just to keep him alive for the next torture session with the SS. The first day they dragged him into the base chained to the car mirror stumbling alongside their staff car. The gate guard told me that they already brought him to the town like that, a man with a fresh untreated bullet wound in his shoulder bleeding profoundly. I needed two blood transfusions and lost track of the plasma packs just to keep him alive", Sommer is getting more livid with every sentence, his disdain for the SS palpable. Tully looks thoughtful as he stoically listens to the Doctor's recount waiting with Hitch for the Sergeants' return. The younger Rat however looks quite shocked at what he is hearing, so much that he stops chewing on his bubble gum to not create any additional noise in the eerie silence through which only Sommer's accented voice is cutting. Doctor Andrews looks almost sick, having paled considerably during the German's recount. Finally, he gets up and replaces the now empty saline infusion with a morphine infusion after having checked Dietrich's pulse at his neck. Doktor Sommer's anger at the behaviour of the SS is as strong as his concern when he musters his unconscious commanding officer. "He told me yesterday that he would rest when he is an Allied POW, as he would be needed until then", his voice sounds more sad than angry. "Otherwise I would already have started to treat him yesterday." When he looks up to meet eyes with his American colleague, he asks sincerely: "May I stay here with our wounded and sick or do I have to to locked up in your prison tents?" Andrews smiles at him in understanding. "I will speak with Captain Boggs and see what I can do for you." "Danke. Thank you", Doktor Sommer returns his smile with some relief.

Both turn around, as the two Sergeants Troy and Moffit enter the tent again. "Gentlemen, this is a hospital tent with sick patients", Doctor Andrews admonishes them. "We're just checking on some patients of yours", Troy answers in a crisp tone, before changing his voice to a more friendly demeanor. "Sorry, Doc. It's been a taxing few days. How are the boy and the Captain?" The American Doctor sighs and certainly can graciously overlook the slight, having been at the receiving end of the commandos' tantrums more than once when they return from missions injured and angry to be confined in a hospital tent. "The boy will be fit within a few days, he suffers from fever because the wound got infected." Hitch shows a guilty look as he is asking himself what he could have done differently, while Andrews continues: "The Captain has just received a dosage of morphine and should be able to sleep through the night without pain. He will not be in a fit state for anything but talking in the near future." "That should suffice", Troy growls despondently. "Interrogating an injured prisoner violates the Geneva convention!", Doktor Sommer intercedes in defense of his Captain. "Stop it! We are not the SS!", Troy snarls at the German. "We do not torture our prisoners almost to death. No harm will come to the Captain. I guarantee that personally!", he adds a solemn vow as appeasement for the German doctor who eyes him warily after having patched up the men injured by the Rat Patrol for almost a year.

"Gentlemen, I recommend that you go find some rest and return tomorrow when everyone has had some time to sleep off their anger", Doctor Andrews intervenes. "All our patients are resting and will be asleep for the night, so kindly leave them in peace." With this he shoos the Rats out of the tent. Hitch is carrying the now desperately whining Fritz. Only now, they can start their own routine after returns. Going for a long shower, changing into clean uniforms and getting something to eat from the mess tent. Fritz is cheered up easily with some food and immediately adopted among the American soldiers as soon as he starts applying his practiced puppy eyes. Tucking in early for the night, the Rats fall asleep from exhaustion after the excitement of the last few days.

The Rats awake to follow their standard morning routine before intending to check up on their patients of interest. The German prisoners of war are docile and well-behaved, mostly happy to be alive and receive stable rations from now on. In the hospital tent, Doktor Sommer and Doctor Andrews start a morning round to check on their patients, when Hauptmann Hans Dietrich awakes from rustling sounds close to him. As he tries to sit up, his shoulder painfully reminds him of the bullet wound he has suffered and aggravated by the torture he has gone through. Wincing with pain, the lean officer stabilizes himself with his good arm in a sitting position. "Captain Dietrich", an unfamiliar voice addresses the Hauptmann from the side, causing him to turn his head sideways to make out the face of an American Doctor with a surprisingly concerned expression. "I'm in an American field hospital. Where?", the German officer rasps hoarsely and Andrews notes that unlike Doktor Sommer Dietrich has hardly an audible German accent, when he speaks English. "You are in Captain Boggs' camp of the Long Range Desert Group", Doctor Andrews explains and observes that the Captain visibly tenses at the mention of the LRDG.

Picking up a cup of water, he holds it out to the German officer who briefly studies it with suspicion. "You should drink some water, Captain", Doctor Andrews explains. As Dietrich takes the metal cup carefully, he eyes and sniffs the substance within warily, before taking a sip. Only, once he is assured that the water is fresh does he drink up. Doctor Andrews has observed him the whole time and is frowning by now. "Salt or Acid?", he finally asks and the reaction of the German is immediate, as his whole body tenses and his head snaps up to stare at the American medic with a deep frown. "What did you say?", the sharp tone in the man's voice finally reminds Doctor Andrews that the battered and bruised man before him is considered a wily and dangerous German officer. "I have seen the behaviour before. Handing a prisoner contaminated water is one of the vilest types of torture, especially here in North Africa." "Indeed", the Captain snarls with no small amount of derision. His eyes appear glazed over, as though he is not really seeing or experiencing what is happening in this tent. Doctor Andrews observes him with honest sympathy, before he tries to call the haunted man back to the here and now: "Captain Dietrich." Dietrich is startled for a moment, but regains his grasp of reality quickly.

"You may still want to rest a while longer, Captain", Doctor Andrew suggests noticing the still drowsy appearance of the German officer. "I'm fine", Dietrich drawls in an American accent that could have come from Troy or Hitch or any of his usual patients and actually brings a smile to the American Doctor's face. "Of course you are. And I'm the emperor of China. You are half-starved, have bruises covering more than 90% of your upper body and face, burn wounds and a bullet hole in your shoulder and you still tell me you're fine. I would have thought that a German officer would be more reasonable than my usual share of U.S. soldiers, but you've even managed the accent just right, Captain." Dietrich is actually glaring at him in annoyance which is also the standard reaction from his standard clientele. "Take your rest before the interrogation, Captain", Doctor Andrews advises and the skinny German officer frowns deeply, as he states with slight sarcasm lacing his words: "Isn't interrogating a gravely injured prisoner, as you have just described, Doctor, violating the Geneva convention?"

"Not when you're cooperative anyways, Captain." Troy's voice startles both Dietrich and Andrews who both turn or in Dietrich's case half-turn in his direction. "I have given you my word on fully cooperating, Sergeant. Do you doubt that?", the proud young Wehrmacht Hauptmann sounds offended, as he glares at the American Sergeant. "I'd never doubt your word of honor, Captain", Troy sincerely tries to appease the angered man. "I merely wanted to point out that our interrogation of a cooperative prisoner can hardly be compared to what you have just suffered from the SS." Dietrich's mood and expression have darkened considerably, but he refrains from voicing his doubts.

"You still owe me an answer to my question, Sergeant", the German switches the topic while eyeing Troy warily. "You're already the second Captain asking me that question within 24 hours", Troy tries to deflect the unwanted inquiry. "Then you should have a more believable answer available by now, Sergeant", Hans Dietrich counters unperturbed, before adding with a serious tone: "And you owe it to your men to give them such an answer as well." "Thank you, Captain", Sergeant Moffit who has been standing behind his back and out of the Captain's range of vision is piping in. "I told him that you are the far better soldier." While Troy stares in disbelief at the strange alliance between his second in command and the German officer, Dietrich merely grimaces before retorting: "That is a low blow, even for the standards of British humor, Moffit." Now Troy is grinning widely, as the British Sergeant frowns. "Looks like you're up to your standards, Captain. But you should heed the Doctor's advice and get some more rest." Eyeing them warily, the lean officer comments dryly: "Which I would do immediately once you stop harassing me on my sickbed."

As they take their leave, Hans Dietrich puts a hand on his forehead feeling the headache in the making. By standards of Troy and Moffit, this has been a harmless, almost friendly interaction. Meanwhile, Doctor Andrews who has quietly observed the exchange eyes him curiously. That has certainly not been the kind of interaction he would have expected between Troy and his German arch-nemesis, exchanging jibes and jokes. Wordlessly, he hands the Afrikakorps officer a full cup of water and an Aspirin. "Aspirin for your headache. You look like you need it", he adds for the benefit of the Hauptmann to let him know about the medication. "Thank you, Doctor...", Dietrich hesitates becoming aware that he has not learned the American Doctor's name. "Doctor Andrews, Sir", the middle-aged man introduces himself with a friendly smile. The young Hauptmann winces at the pain, but salutes briefly and respectfully nonetheless. Andrews is starting to see why the man before him is respected by the Germans as well as the British and American troops, although he has fallen from grace with his own side rather than his enemies.

"Try to get some more rest, Captain", Andrews advises and turns to leave when Dietrich calls him back: "Doctor Andrews, how is the boy?" The German Captain looks seriously worried and since Doktor Sommer who is also a German has been treating the Jewish boy, he sees no harm in telling the injured officer. "We have kept him on blood-thinning medications to prevent haemorrhage. Unfortunately, he suffers from increasing fever because of an infection of the bite wound. Once the fever is under control, he should wake up either today or tomorrow at the latest." Hans Dietrich looks thoughtful before nodding, thanking the American and lying back down on his cot. The signs of strain and exhaustion in the Captain's posture are still visible for the American doctor who knows what to look for and he gladly leaves the German officer to his rest. Dietrich has drifted off to sleep a minute later.

As Doctor Andrews steps next to his German colleague who checks the blood pressure and temperature of the young boy, Doktor Sommer whispers: "How is the Hauptmann?" The word seems to stir something in the boy who opens his eyes and stares at the two unfamiliar men in shock with dark eyes slightly glazed from fever, before he starts a cascade of words in a language they both do not understand. Frantically, the child looks around until he makes out the form of the sleeping Captain and jumps out of his bed. Doktor Sommer grabs him to prevent the child from hurting himself, but the boy only points in Dietrich's direction and repeats "Hauptmann" several times with a desperate tone.

The two medics exchange glances, but none of them sees a better option than waking the thin Captain again. While they are carefully directing the struggling child toward the Hauptmann's hospital cot, Hans Dietrich is already stirring from his sleep and opening his eyes, as they approach none too silently. Momentarily drowsy and disoriented when he is awoken for the second time by unfamiliar noises, the tall German officer pushes himself up on the cot. Although the boy is speaking rather incoherently, he can recognize Ari's words, as he mumbles about help, hurt and several times repeats "Hauptmann". Frowning at the strange display of Ludwig Sommer holding the struggling boy in his grip and the American doc6tor following in their wake while trying to save their medical equipment during the struggle.

"*Ari, calm down!*", Dietrich speaks not loudly but sharply enough to call the feverish boy's attention and the frantic child shows an immediate reaction, as Ari stares at the man's face. Knowing that his time for sleeping will surely be over by now, the German Captain sits up at the rim of the cot to better address the sick child, as he continues in a serious yet gentle tone: "*Ari, these men are Doctors and they are trying to help you, to make you healthy again. Just like what I have done, when you were sick.*" Finally the child stops struggling and only cries: "*I am afraid. He just grabbed me.*" The ghost of a sad smile passes over the German officer's face briefly, before he continues in a more friendly and gentle tone: "*I know that you are afraid, but you don't have to be. Everyone here wants to help you and nobody will try to harm you.*" Sniffling and with tears running down his face, the boy regards him, until he asks: "*Do you promise that they won't harm me, Hauptmann?*" This time Dietrich's smile lasts longer, as he answers truthfully: "*Yes, Ari. I promise. Now go with them and behave.*" "*But I don't understand them*", Ari protests with a pout and scared look in his eyes. With a weary sigh, Hans Dietrich closes his brown eyes briefly and mentally thanks the American Doctor for his foresight to provide him with Aspirin. "*They will show you with signs, what they want and for now I can tell you what they will do*", the German offers to calm the still panicky child. "*Thank you!*", Ari whispers, as he gives a timid smile, trying to be brave in the face of the unknown. Looking at the Jewish boy in concern, Dietrich tells the child: "*Ari, you need to go back to your bed and sleep some more! The Doctor will give you a medication that will make you healthy again. It helps against your fever.*" The exhausted child finally complies and the German officer tells his Stabsarzt: "You can bring him back to bed now, Doktor Sommer. He will comply." "Danke, Hauptmann Dietrich", the man thanks his senior with honest relief, while Doctor Andrews observes the interaction with clear interest.

"From now on, show him what you will treat him with and try to use easily understandable signs", Dietrich tells the two Doctors again in English to also keep the American informed. Trying to get up from his cot earns the skinny Hauptmann a warning from Doctor Andrews who grabs him at his good shoulder. "You should not be getting up and walking around, Captain", the American tries to admonish the German officer. "And you should probably not use me as your interpreter, Doctor", Dietrich retorts dryly, as he focuses his gaze on the medic. "Besides I'd rather not use a bed pan, if I can avoid it." Once his lightheadedness has faded and he feels able to stay on his feet on his own account, the tall German draws himself up to his full height and stares down at Doctor Andrews defiantly and expectantly. "You find the latrines and showers for the medical personnel and patients behind the tent", the American medic finally relents. "Your Lieutenant left a bag with your things in case you want to change your clothes." "Thank you, Doctor Andrews", the young Captain replies with honest relief at regaining some human dignity.

"Gentlemen, if you would excuse me", the German officer speaks smoothly, as he opens the bag with his meager belongings to retrieve a spare set of clothes and his hygiene kit, then puts on his boots with some struggle to walk in the indicated direction. Being able to take a shower and shave feels like a heavenly relief for the German. Even though the morning is still quite chilly, the cold water is refreshing especially for his burns and a luxury not to be taken for granted in the desert. Dressed in fresh clothes, washed and shaved, Hans Dietrich feels up to his own standards for the first time in days. Knowing that the Doctor will insist on changing his bandages, he does not bother with buttoning his shirt for the moment which is a strain for his injured arm. When he returns to the sickbay, Ari is fast asleep again, Doktor Sommer sits in a stool next to one of Dietrich's men and Doctor Andrews hurries in the tall Hauptmann's direction with a worried expression. "Has something happened, Doctor?", Hans Dietrich inquires with a frown. "You just went off without a guard, Captain", the Doctor sounds distressed. "If you are worried about me escaping, I can put your mind at ease. As a convicted traitor and outlaw in the eyes of the German military and government, I would be executed for returning to my own side", the German officer bites out with bitterness lacing his words. Doctor Andrews' eyes widen in shock, but he does not doubt the words spoken with as much conviction as bitter sentiment. Averting his eyes from Dietrich's steely gaze, he apologizes and offers to reapply fresh bandages to the Captain's shoulder and burns who is complying without complaint. The young officer looks skinny, but possesses a layer of sinewy muscle Andrews notes as he touches his patient directly.

When they are finished and the German officer can finally dress properly, Andrews walks out to report to Captain Boggs and sends one of the nurses to order breakfast from the mess. Meanwhile, Hauptmann Dietrich joins Doktor Sommer to check on the condition of his injured and wounded soldiers, while the two American nurses who have remained in the tent watch over the three American soldiers of the LRDG currently residing in the sickbay. At the moment, Soldat Kierner is still asleep and thus not suffering from phantom pain in his lost leg. His comrades also appear fast asleep, most likely because of liberal doses of morphine which would not have been available any more to the German medic in the undersupplied fort.

After moving to some distance from the injured soldiers, Hauptmann Dietrich interviews his Stabsarzt about their state. Ludwig Sommer gives him a general medical report, before telling him in more detail what he has missed yesterday, since he has passed out shortly after arriving. Looking slightly ashamed of his own lack of perseverance, the lean officer asks about the state of Leutnant Haberfeld, Feldwebel Deutsch and the whole unit. To hear that they have been registered as POWs without complications and been given dinner rations almost larger than their own meager desert rations is a relief to their Hauptmann. That the Americans have allowed Ludwig Sommer to stay with the German wounded in the sickbay shows Captain Boggs' good-will in Dietrich's eyes.

Both look up from their conversation as the American field medic and a blond nurse return, each carrying a tray with plates, cups, a coffee pot and bread rolls, biscuits, ham and eggs. Struggling to control the growling sound of his stomach, the German officer stands up and moves to Ari's bedside to distract himself from the thought of food. The boy is sleeping now and definitely looks better than before. Doctor Andrews steps up next to him and motions him to follow him to a larger table where files have been strewn before and the nurses are currently laying out the breakfast dishes for six persons. Doktor Sommer has already taken his seat, as he has also been invited for dinner yesterday evening and knows the procedure. "Take a seat, Captain", Doctor Andrews offers to the slightly confused Dietrich who eyes the other occupants attentively.

The three nurses have taken their seats beside each other. The blond one from before is seated in the middle and pouring coffee into cups. The American Doctor introduces her as nurse Deirdre O'Donnell and her brown-haired neighbours as Lisa Hartigan and Sara Westwood. Bowing politely to each of them, the German Captain greets them with: "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss O'Donnell, Miss Hartigan, Miss Westwood. I am Captain Dietrich." The three nurses exchange slightly startled glances. If the heavily bruised man before them would not wear a German uniform, they would have considered him an American from his English alone. As Hans Dietrich has not expected to receive an answer, he takes his seat next to Ludwig Sommer in the centre of their side of the table.

"Are you related to Marlene Dietrich?", nurse Westwood dares to ask after observing the German Captain for a while during their meal. Hans Dietrich is almost choking on a piece of ham and perplexed enough to remain silent for a few seconds. "You know. The famous Hollywood actress from Germany", nurse O'Donnell tries to help. Doktor Sommer hides his grin pretending to drink coffee, as he observes the slightly younger Hans Dietrich struggling to comprehend how he has ended up being questioned whether he is related to a Hollywood actress. Finally, the German officer regains a hold of himself, as he states with a slightly bemused tone: "I am familiar with the American cinema and the actress. But in spite of the name I am not related to Mrs. Dietrich." The blond nurse whispers something into the ear of Sara Westwood which Dietrich thinks sounds disturbingly like 'just shy to admit'. Feeling out of his depths in this surreal conversation, Hans Dietrich decides to remain silent, as he has the impression that anything he might say would likely be turned against him anyways. "Da können Sie nicht gewinnen, Herr Hauptmann", Doktor Sommer whispers in his ear, not bothering to hide his amusement any more. "Man muss wissen, wann eine Schlacht verloren ist", Dietrich concedes with quiet amusement answering the Doktor's assessment that he cannot win this discussion with 'one should know when a battle is lost'.

Noticing the strange looks the Americans are giving them for speaking in a language they cannot understand, both return to speaking English. "If I may ask you something, Doctor Andrews", Dietrich addresses the Doctor, pointedly ignoring the curious gazes of the nurses studying his bruised face to find some similarity with the actress. The American Doctor nods encouragingly. "Why don't you have any armed guards to watch us?", the German officer is honestly curious. Since walking out to the latrines and showers unnoticed and undisturbed, he is aware that fleeing would not have been a problem, if he would have had any reason to do so. The American Doctor looks slightly uncomfortable. "There are guards outside in the camp and at the prisoners' tents. But I refuse to have armed guards in my sickbay, unless it is unavoidable. Given your state of health yesterday, you could hardly be considered as a dangerous prisoner." The Afrikakorps officer is frowning at the assessment. "You were unconscious and in a rather sorry state, if you may forgive my wording, Captain Dietrich." Sighing, the German officer answers him with a sharp tone: "Believe me, Doctor Andrews, I can perfectly understand your assessment. Do you still consider it valid though?" The American medic eyes him from head to toe. The lean officer is obviously proud and Andrews has felt his muscles on his skinny frame, but his injury still prohibits him from using his main arm and then there are other conditions which have nothing to do with his physical state, restraining the Hauptmann. "According to Captain Boggs and Sergeant Troy you are honor-bound to cooperate. I therefore trust that you would not harm us, even if you were in a state to do so. And you said yourself earlier that fleeing is not an option for you given your legal state with the German army." Nodding curtly, the tall Hauptmann returns to his breakfast refusing to look at the nurses who still whisper to each other throwing glances in his direction.

They have barely finished breakfast, when an armed guard enters followed by the American Captain Boggs. Hauptmann Dietrich stands up, assuming a straight military posture and salutes his American counterpart. The skinny German officer is wearing his long-sleeved shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows as well as his breeches and boots. "Captain Dietrich", the American Captain addresses the taller German officer, "I can see that you are in a far better state of health than at our last meeting." Boggs exchanges looks with Doctor Andrews, as Hans Dietrich raises his chin defiantly. Dark bruises still mar parts of his face while some lighter bruises start to discolour. Also the swelling has mostly receded and he is able to open his left eye completely again. "Captain Dietrich is not fit for any physical activities, but you may speak with him", Doctor Andrews provides his medical assessment. Doktor Sommer listens in and nods contently, before addressing Boggs directly in his heavily accented English: "I wanted to thank you again, Captain Boggs, for letting me stay here with our wounded."

The American Captain smiles at the German medic, before turning back to Dietrich who studies him attentively. "I would like to speak with you, Captain Dietrich. It seems we have a lot of things to discuss." Dietrich nods in agreement and glances at the American, before stating politely: "We have indeed several things to discuss, Captain Boggs. Would you allow me though to check on my men first?" James Boggs considers the request reasonable and concedes: "Of course, Captain Dietrich." Leading the considerably younger German officer out of the sickbay and onto the compound, Boggs explains that Leutnant Haberfeld has taken good care of organising the registration of the German soldiers as prisoners of war. "I should thank you, Captain. This is one of the largest numbers of prisoners and definitely the largest amount of supplies and German machinery we have ever captured", Captain Boggs explains studying the other's reaction closely. Hans Dietrich struggles to keep his expression neutral, as he is unsure how to interpret the American Captain's statement. With a tone of underlying warning, he remarks sharply: "You'd better not mock me, Captain Boggs." Boggs smiles inwardly, having heard of the German's pride. Selling his men and supplies to buy himself a better treatment from his enemies is obviously not his intention. "I really did not mean it as mockery or insult, Captain Dietrich", he tries to console the wary Afrikakorps officer whose reaction he has actually intended to test. "I was merely wondering why you would have taken care to hand over everything with such meticulous planning and care." Dietrich stays silent, considering his answer carefully, before he explains: "Captain Boggs. We are both aware that this war is a war of supplies at least as much as a matter of strategic battles. I did not consider it prudent to leave these valuable supplies and heavy military equipment behind to fall into the hands of irate Arabs who currently hate all infidels in equal amounts. It is bad enough that they gained several machine guns from the killed SS men." His tone changes to actual loathing when mentioning the SS. Boggs studies the younger officer's bruised face and determines that Dietrich is speaking the truth.

As they approach the prisoners' tents, several of the men have stood up and are pointing at Dietrich now. A slightly dishevelled looking Leutnant Haberfeld is approaching them and saluting to the two Captains and both return the salute, Dietrich with a slight wince. "Report the status of the men, Leutnant", Dietrich asks in smooth English and his second in command struggles to reply in the foreign language he is not used to speaking, mixing an accented English with some German military terms out of habit: "All men are registered, Herr Hauptmann, wie befohlen. All healthy, Doktor Sommer is with the sick." Dietrich comments dryly: "I am a aware of that." The Leutnant looks slightly embarassed avoiding to look at his commanding officer's bruised face directly. While his eyes scan the area and take in the men standing around and watching them, Dietrich prompts: "How were you treated by the Americans?" The Leutnant briefly looks in the direction of Captain Boggs who takes the time to quietly observe the interaction between Dietrich an his Leutnant and shows no reaction. "We were treated good, äh, well", the Leutnant corrects himself. "We got proper rations and sleeping cots, enough blankets for everybody. Alles wie die Genfer Konvention es vorsieht." The Hauptmann nods contently that the Americans have upheld the Geneva convention and provided his men with a fair treatment. "Have you been interrogated?", he asks his Leutnant. "I did speak with Captain Boggs", Haberfeld answers and Boggs nods in approval. "As the senior POW I had to speak to him regarding the organization and also to receive a report on what has happened, although I am looking forward to you filling the gaps remaining in the reports." "Has Sergeant Troy not been able to help you?", Dietrich frowns, wondering what could be left between the Rat's report and Haberfeld's point of view. "Not fully", Boggs replies calmly.

Feldwebel Deutsch approaches them after having observed Dietrich with concern. "Herr Hauptmann", he greets the senior officer. "Feldwebel Deutsch", the German Captain salutes with a wince. "Thank you for your excellent driving." Stefan Deutsch smiles at the praise, before he continues with what he has come for: "Herr Hauptmann, I wanted to inform you that I have registered under my original name with the Americans." Dietrich blinks in surprise and eyes him warily now, then merely arches both eyebrows in an unspoken question his Feldwebel understands. "Stefan Deutsch is the German version of my name, but my name is actually Istvan Német in Hungarian. I wanted to be called by my actual name, when I am an American prisoner", the Feldwebel explains. Dietrich regards him thoughtfully, while Haberfeld appears quite surprised. "I do not regard this as a problem, but be careful how the other German prisoners will treat you, if you bear a foreign sounding name instead of a German one", Dietrich speaks his warning and Deutsch can read in his brown eyes that the words are meant honestly out of concern for his well-being. Smiling at the officer he has always admired, the Hungarian thanks him, adding the Hungarian term in his enthusiasm: "Danke, Herr Hauptmann. Köszi!"

Dietrich nods in acceptance to Deutsch, then turns to Leutnant Haberfeld, asking sharply: "You just looked surprised. Did you not check the names on the list?" Haberfeld looks chagrined, as the German and the American Captain now focus their gazes on him. "I had every man write their name on the list. I never thinked", Dietrich is wincing and correcting him automatically, "thought". Haberfeld looks even more nervous by now. "Entschuldigen Sie, Herr Hauptmann. I never thought a soldier would write a different name." Dietrich closes his eyes and pinches his nose, before turning to his American counterpart: "I apologize and will recheck the list, Captain Boggs, to assure that all is in order." Boggs smiles slightly at the German senior officer, understanding his sentiment perfectly.

All soldiers appear to be outside of their tents by now and trying to get a look at the commotion between their Leutnant, their Hauptmann and the American officer. "Lassen Sie die Männer zum Morgenappell antreten!", Dietrich orders Haberfeld who swiftly steps toward the soldiers and calls out the commands for the soldiers to assemble for roll call. Even though not understanding the German command, Captain Boggs is enough of a practiced soldier to realize its intention quickly. Addressing the American Captain in the meanwhile, Hans Dietrich asks Boggs: "Do you have a time frame for when they should be transported to a POW camp?" Captain Boggs nods. "General Atkins should arrive tomorrow." The German officer visibly tenses at the mention of the name, as Dietrich recalls his last time meeting this particular General. "He will decide the transport, but it should not be more than 2 or 3 days, as we lack the supplies to feed such a large unit of soldiers." The German Captain regards him with an almost ironic expression, before answering with irony still lacing his words: "Indeed. So did I. But thank you, Captain Boggs."

Then, he turns towards his troops and changes to his native German for addressing his soldiers. "Meine Herren, Ie haben sich in dieser herausfordernden Situation hervorragend geschlagen mit Disziplin und Durchhaltevermögen, die Sie als deutsche Soldaten auszeichnen. Morgen wird ein amerikanischer General das Lager besuchen und anschließend sollen Sie in zwei bis drei Tagen in ein Kriegsgefangenenlager verlegt werden. Ich erwarte, dass Sie morgen ordentlich gekleidet zum Appell erscheinen, um Ihrem Vaterland alle Ehre zu machen." Praising their discipline and perseverance in challenging times, he informs his men of the General's appearance tomorrow and orders everyone to appear properly dressed for roll call. The news that in two or three days they should be sent on toward POW camps causes some relief. "Ganze Kompanie wegtreten!", their Hauptmann orders and the men start to disperse. "Should we lead our discussion now, Captain Boggs?", Dietrich switches to his smooth American sounding English so swiftly that Boggs is taken by surprise for a moment, before answering: "Please follow me, Captain Dietrich."

The German officer follows the American Captain at a moderate pace due to his injuries and Boggs stops himself from walking too briskly ahead after noticing the delay for the first time. Leading the way to his tent, Captain Boggs takes a seat behind his field desk and offers the Afrikakorks officer to take a seat in his only other chair which the proud young German scowlingly accepts after a moment's hesitation. The American Captain gets the impression that Dietrich would have remained standing similar to Troy and his Rats when giving their reports, if he would not still be greatly weakened by torture and malnutrition. Eyeing him warily, the German officer remains silently waiting for the American to make the first move. Boggs deliberately sends the guard to remain outside the tent and leave him alone with the injured Wehrmacht officer. Dietrich observes him through narrowed eyes, obviously trying to discern Boggs and his character just as much as the American is the other way around. Their situation is highly unbalanced though, not only because the German is his prisoner and still physically affected by the SS torture, but also because Boggs has the advantage of possessing Dietrich's full SS file and countless reports by the Rat Patrol however tailored they might be.

Picking up two sheets of paper, Boggs pushes them toward Dietrich who takes them up with a frown, but realizes what this is upon reading the first few lines. Knitting his brows together in concentration, he checks name after name of his unit's soldiers. Their rank and position in the unit is also listed on the POW list. Except for the divergence of Feldwebel Deutsch registering his Hungarian name, all is in proper order, as Doktor Sommer even included the wounded men. As he arrives at the last name on the list still not having found his own, he looks up at the American officer again, as he states dryly: "All is in order. I find one name missing though, my own." "That is to be expected. We cannot send you to a POW camp with your men", Boggs states matter-of-factually. Dietrich looks surprised at the statement. "Sergeants Troy and Moffit have informed me that you yourself told them that any German knowing that you have been convicted for treason would kill you there." Gritting his teeth, the German officer admits that this is correct.

"What do you intend to do with me then?", Dietrich implores. Boggs smiles. "That will not be for me to decide." Seeing the frown forming on the younger man's face, he continues: "General Atkins comes here to speak with you specifically. With him will come an expert from the U.S. army for interrogations of German officers." Dietrich visibly tenses and briefly worry can be seen in the German's brown eyes, before he reapplies a mask of neutrality. "Having been in similar positions as you, Captain Boggs, I can perfectly understand your position. I have been overruled by Majors, Colonels or Generals often enough to know better than to strike a deal with too low-ranking an officer." Boggs notes the exasperation in the younger man's tone. This must have caused him quite some grief in the past.

"Now, Captain. There are a few things which will not be out of my control and which I hope that you can shed some light on. I would kindly ask you for a recount of what has happened from your perspective since you have been ordered to Koorlea." Dietrich frowns but considers it a valid question. If he had not sworn full cooperation, he would have refused to answer outright. But as such he is honor-bound to give the American Captain an acceptable answer. Leaving out personal details and thoughts, the Hauptmann summarizes in a carefully neutral tone what has happened in the past few days, starting out with the arrival of the SS officers at his base, General König's abduction, his arrest and subsequent interrogation as well as the fight against the SS which has resulted in his death sentence for treason. Mentioning that the Rats have sprung him out later that day and Sergeant Troy would be better facilitated to explain what has happened afterwards, the German officer falls silent.

"Captain Dietrich, You are aware of our position regarding your person?", Boggs decides to start neutrally before dropping his bomb shell. Dietrich is scowling again, as he answers with a carefully kept neutral tone: "I know that a price has been put on my head. I assume to motivate some of the less reliable locals to turn me over to the Allies or kill me for them. Other than that I suppose that my general military actions interacting with your side are well-documented. I could only guess your headquarter's attitude or intentions, but since they sent their commandos to capture me alive, you must want or expect something from me other than outdated information." The German officer has carefully studied the American during the whole statement to read a reaction and is not disappointed, as Boggs first frowns only to start smiling in the end. "You're worth more as a living ally than a dead enemy", Boggs repeats his own words and Dietrich recognizes them immediately from Troy's answer why they would save his life. "You would not happen to know how exactly your HQ envisions me as an ally to your cause?", the German asks dryly, cocking his head. "I am afraid this will be an answer only General Atkins can give you", Boggs answers honestly.

"To a certain degree this might be affected by our current interview", Captain Boggs and Dietrich briefly smiles ironically at the choice of word 'interview'. Even a civilised interrogation still remains an interrogation. "I am afraid, Captain Boggs, that I am of little help, if you are interested in information regarding troops and movements. I was", he hesitates then sarcastically pronounces the next word, "indisposed in the past week." With a serious expression, he adds: "Are you going to indict General König for war crimes?" The switch of subjects takes Boggs by surprise who briefly admires his German counterpart for acting as if he is leading the interview not the other way around. Seeing the honest interest in the younger man's eyes, he relents to give him an answer. "Sergeant Troy was supposed to have him assassinated, but captured him alive instead. At some point he will be indicted, rest assured." Dietrich nods almost contently, as he mutters: "Good." After all he has experienced enough of the man's actions to despise him as honorless, sadistic and unworthy of the moral standards expected of a German officer according to his upbringing. James Boggs is briefly astounded at a Captain's reaction to his own General's capture, especially one he has been charged with protecting, but remembers Troy's and Moffit's assessment of the man as honorable. Dietrich would have disliked Koenig's methods, but been unable to openly act against them.

"I have to admit that I am astounded that your men have all followed you here and into captivity, Captain Dietrich. According to your Doktor Sommer they are breaking German military law in doing so." Dietrich has averted his gaze by now and tensed considerably. "I have seen these men honestly worried about you", Boggs pokes him even further. The German officer is finally losing his patience, as he snaps: "Perhaps you could get to the point, Captain Boggs." "Why did you ask to surrender your whole unit, even selling yourself out for it? And why are your men complying so willingly?" The skinny Afrikakorps officer looks him straight into the eyes and his gaze has turned steely. "If I had not asked to return and negotiate their retreat, the Arabs would have killed them just like the SS men", Dietrich answers sharply. "You could not have known this at the time, Captain", Boggs tries to counter. The bruised young Captain smiles bitterly: "No. They could also have been accused for aiding my flight by the remaining SS goons. You should understand that the actions of the SS towards a German military officer have been disconcerting for my whole unit. Nobody including myself has believed that the Obersturmbannführer would be able and allowed to go that far. Leading an interrogation, yes, torturing enemy prisoners, unfortunately something I have no authority to prohibit. But turning against their own military like this has caused fear among the men." The Afrikakorps officer sighs deeply and Boggs reminds himself of the bruises and burn marks currently hidden underneath his shirt, speaking of the treatment he has summarised in his last statement.

Dietrich is not finished with his explanation, as he continues speaking in a clear voice: "With my death sentence they all have become tainted in the eyes of the political system and might have been hunted at a later date. And they all knew this. None of them felt safe in their own army any more. It is not an honorable way for a soldier to die, being court-martialed for a crime they did not actually commit. And there is no honor in an army to sell out its soldiers like that. As POWs in Allied hands they are safe from that." The last part sounds dangerously like treason against the Wehrmacht, if the disillusioned young officer before him would not have been convicted for this crime already. Boggs realizes that Dietrich himself must have felt the betrayal of his army and his country in the past days with painful intensity.

Speaking of treason, Captain Boggs decides to spring his final trap. "Captain Dietrich, I assume that you are aware that a lot of information going to our HQ has been collected by the LRDG in the past months." The Hauptmann eyes him warily not betraying his thoughts. "In the light of some recent observations I have started reconsidering some of these reports and been wondering about my men or rather how you seem to have a strange relationship with one of my commando units, the Rat Patrol." Dietrich has frozen completely by the end of this sentence. Shock, anger, sorrow and pain are warring on his face as much as in his thoughts. "I have lost more men to that unit than I care to count", the German snarls in openly expressed rage. "Yet you did not actively try to kill them, as the German commando order would even have ordered you to do", Boggs holds against him. "I am a soldier, not a murderer. I do not rejoice in killing unnecessarily", Dietrich counters icily. "Capturing an enemy soldier and treating him according to international conventions is a matter of honor and the majority of the Afrikakorps shares my attitude in this regard, as does Field Marshal Rommel who as given the command to ignore this order."

As Boggs takes out the familiar brown folder of Dietrich's SS file, the German clenches his jaw hard enough that Boggs can see a muscle twitching. "Sergeant Moffit was kind enough to hand me this and provide some translations. You have been accused of actively aiding my men in the light of how many times you have escaped them." "I fail to see where this is leading, Captain Boggs, as we both know that I am not a traitor who has collaborated with your side", the Hauptmann states harshly. "And I am not sure what exactly you mean by strange relationship. The men are worthy opponents who I have treated with the respect due to an honorable adversary." Boggs realizes that the assumption that Dietrich would be easier to handle or more cooperative than Troy has been a miscalculation on his part. The man has held up for days under torture by the SS countering this question and weaseled his way out of the German Wehrmacht's attention for months. Why should he answer this question to an enemy officer he neither knows nor trusts? Or maybe the German is actually telling him the truth and it is his more emotional American patrol unit interpreting his actions in a personal way. "Thank you for clarifying this, Captain Dietrich", Boggs tries to appease the obviously irate German officer who is trying hard to keep his temper in check.

"Then, there is one last thing", the American Captain decides to change the subject quickly. "Your actions regarding the Jewish townspeople." Dietrich stares at him with clear defiance written in his face and only raises his eyebrows in expectation of an actual question rather than a statement, as he reclines in the chair and folds his arms in front of his chest defensively. "I heard and read about your actions taken against the SS, as well as trying to protect and save the boy who is now in our sickbay. What I still do not understand is how you have built such a relationship of trust with the boy. The Sergeant mentioned some transportation of medicine, but has not been very specific", Captain Boggs continues, only to be interrupted by a soldier storming into his tent. "Captain, there is an urgent radio call for you", the American reports with a sloppy salute, as both Captains turn to face him. "What is so urgent that you have to interrupt me now, Private Higgins?", Boggs asks, slightly annoyed.

The Private briefly glances at the German, but continues, as Captain Boggs orders him to do so. "An Italian convoy was spotted by one of the patrols. They're heading for the former German base." Dietrich is reacting faster than Boggs in stating: "If they approach the fort thinking that it is still under German control, the Arabs will attack them. You should at least warn them, Captain Boggs." Boggs looks at him in a calculating way. "Why does this bother you, Captain Dietrich? You are not Italian." "I am not Italian, but the Italians have been the allies of the Afrikakorps since the start of this campaign in North Africa. I have fought and bled alongside Italian soldiers and officers. Sending them to such a death trap holds no honor for your side!", Dietrich argues with conviction. "Even though I share your opinion, Captain. They would not believe my word", Boggs argues. Dietrich considers this for a few moments, before stating grudgingly: "They may not believe yours, but they would believe mine." Now James Boggs looks astounded. "You would help us williningly?" His German counterpart does not even hesitate for a second, sounding almost offended, as he growls: "To help my former allies who have just escaped Tobruk alive? Of course, I would! You have my word of honor as a German officer that I am not trying to deceive you." Captain Boggs smiles. Dietrich has just given him a better answer to his previous question than he would have expected. Knowing Troy, he can see how the German Captain's chivalrous streak would have earned him his Sergeant's grudging respect.

"Please follow me, Captain!", he motions for the German Hauptmann to come along. The man is swaying for a few moments after standing up, but steadying himself quickly by grabbing the back of the chair, reminding Boggs that even though he is keeping up a brave facade Dietrich is still affected by his injuries. Private Higgins briskly leads the way, while both Captains follow at a more moderate speed, dictated by the injured German officer. Dietrich's guard follows a few steps behind, never leaving the German out of sight. As they arrive in the radio room, the radio officer talks with the commando unit, stalling them to wait for the Captain. Saluting Boggs, he stares incredulously at the German officer walking next to their Captain. "Ask them how many vehicles there are and if they have any wounded in trucks with a Red Cross, Lieutenant Williams", Boggs orders his radio man, as Dietrich observes and listens. The scouting unit reports three trucks with wounded and four armed vehicles, but no tanks.

"Call them on an Italian frequency, Lieutenant! And then hand the microphone to Captain Dietrich", Boggs orders the surprised radio officer who obeys after overcoming his first shock. For almost a minute they can hear nothing but static, but then an Italian voice answers: "Allora. Chi c'è?" Dietrich steps forward and picks up the microphone speaking in a slightly accented Italian: "Sono Capitano Dietrich del'Afrika Korps tedesco." Briefly, there is silence, then an enthusiastic Italian voice answers: "Capitano Volpacchiotto! Sono Tenente Marcello." Dietrich remembers the Italian Lieutenant from a previous encounter and feels some relief that this will help with his intention to persuade the Italians. "Non avvicinarsi alla base per nessun motivo, Tenente!", the German warns the Lieutenant emphaticly to stay away from the base under any circumstances. "Perché no?", the Italian asks why. "Perché la base non è più in mano tedesca", Dietrich explains that the base is no longer in German hands. Now, the Italian officer sounds more desparate explaining that several of their wounded need urgent help: "Abbiamo persone ferite che hanno urgente bisogno di cure mediche urgenti!"

Dietrich turns to Captain Boggs who has observed the interaction with growing interest. "I warned them not to approach the base, but they are in dire need of medical aid and have several wounded. I know the Italian Lieutenant Marcello. He is a good man who would not let his soldiers die unnecessarily." Captain Boggs considers the information briefly: "You can offer him to surrender and we will send a medical truck and Doctor Andrews with a nurse immediately." Nodding, Dietrich turns to translate the offer: "Puoi arrenderti, Tenente Marcello, e i feriti riceveranno assistenza medica inviata dagli americani." A short silence follows during which Dietrich and Boggs exchange glances. Both get the impression that the other means well in the current situation. Finally, the static ends and Lieutenant Marcello answers: "Ci arrendiamo. Per favore, vieni presto, Capitano." "Te lo prometto, Tenente!", Dietrich answers the Italian's surrender and urgent call to come quickly to their aid with the promise to do so. Turning to Captain Boggs, Dietrich considers his options and decides on a calculated gamble. "They will surrender, Captain Boggs, and request immediate medical aid. Am I correct to assume that my current status as not fully registered prisoner of war means that the Geneva convention does not apply for me?" Boggs looks completely taken aback by the question, but finally has to confirm that Dietrich is right in his assumption.

"So, if your medics were in need of an interpreter and the Lieutenant would ask to surrender only, if someone he trusts is present, would you concede to send me along with your medical team?", the German officer continues slyly. "What would you gain from this, Captain Dietrich?", Boggs asks suspiciously. "Except for not being confined in this camp for several hours and resting assured that no further unnecessary bloodshed will happen in this causa? Nothing", Dietrich answers with a smirk and a sarcastic tone, before he adds in a serious voice at the American's doubtful look: "You have my word as a German officer that I am neither trying to escape nor cause any harm to your side." Captain Boggs finally understands why Troy likes the German, as he starts agreeing with the sentiment. "I doubt Doctor Andrews would like to let you out of a sickbay", Boggs still holds against him, even though he admires the younger officer's spirit. "By accompanying him, I would be under constant medical supervision, a great improvement to now from a medical perspective", Dietrich retorts slyly and Boggs has to admit that he has few arguments against that. Drawing his last trump card, the American Captain states: "Fine. But I will send the Rats along." Dietrich's face is turning stony, but he does not relent, rather nods in agreement: "A reasonable move against four armored Italian vehicles. Not all of the men might agree with the Lieutenant."

Sending Higgins to call Sergeant Troy and Doctor Andrews to his office, Boggs returns there followed by Dietrich and his guard who stays outside the tent. Even though the German looks more worn than previously, he remains standing at attention in a straight military posture. Sergeant Troy enters only a minute later and looks totally surprised to find Dietrich standing in front of his superior officer's desk. "Captain!", Troy greets giving a sloppy salute at which Dietrich merely sighs, while Boggs sees it as nothing out of the ordinary. "Sergeant Troy", Boggs formulates his order, "your unit will provide protection to the medical truck with Doctor Andrews and nurse O'Donnell during the surrender of an Italian convoy commanded by a Lieutenant Marcello." Troy starts at the name. "I know that name. Wasn't he with you, Captain", he addresses Dietrich, "when we brought you to the hospital after the incident with the Italian convoy." Dietrich's expression turns furious, as he snaps: "You need not remind me that you shot me down, although I was bearing a white flag, Sergeant!" "It was an honest mistake, Captain!", Troy sounds actually apologetic. "And you managed quite a spectacular escape." Boggs interrupts them: "What are you talking about?" Dietrich is the first to answer with a sharp tone and a wary eye on Troy: "Sergeant Troy and his Rats", he manages a more furious intonation, "have shot both Tenente Marcello and me, when I bore a white flag for negotiating the surrender of the severely wounded Italians. We managed to escape a few days later under the guise of American medical personnel. The Lieutenant is particularly cooperative with me, because I saved his life back then", he adds as a final explanation. Troy nods: "That's true. Though I did not see the white flag, when I shot the Captain. I would never shoot somebody bearing a white flag willingly." Dietrich eyes him warily, but has no chance to continue the argument, as Doctor Andrews enters the tent.

Boggs briefly describes the situation to the medic and that Troy's unit will act as his protection, while Dietrich will be their interpreter for the assignment. "You cannot send a severely injured prisoner on such a mission, Captain Boggs! I have to object!", Doctor Andrews protests. "I volunteered", the German Captain stuns the American medic momentarily into silence. "Besides I have training and practice in basic field medicine. The Lieutenant sounded desperate enough that he will require any helping hand. His cooperation is far more likely in my presence than Sergeant Troy's alone. You are well advised to take this opportunity." Then, Dietrich puts on a sly half-smile. "Besides, Doctor Andrews, I would have assumed that being under constant medical supervision from you and your staff would be an actual improvement in your eyes." Eyeing the skinny Afrikakorps officer who proudly keeps himself upright in spite of starting to feel the exhaustion of the past days return, Doctor Andrews considers how to argue against Dietrich. "Take it or leave it, Doc", Troy intercedes. "But I'd advise you to take that offer! The Captain's a good man to have along." Now, Doctor Andrews is completely taken by surprise at the strange alliance formed between the enemy soldiers and finally relents seeing the reason behind Dietrich's line of argumentation. Resolving this without bloodshed is in Andrews' best interest and he has more faith in the German officer after the stories he has heard from Ludwig Sommer in the past day than the American commando Sergeant to keep the situation from escalating. "Fine. Send Captain Dietrich along. At least there will a medic around should he overexert himself." Although feeling the slight, the proud German refrains from arguing with the medic and merely grits his teeth. The American way of arguing out a superior officer's orders instead of following them possibly after registering an objection on the one hand is slightly disturbing for his military self, but on the other hand has provided him with the opportunity of leveraging his way into this mission in the first place.

"Gentlemen. Off you go to the coordinates provided and conclude that surrender. Report to me, as soon as you are back!", Boggs sends them off with a salute which only Dietrich returns properly, while Troy salutes half-heartedly as usual and Doctor Andrews not at all. While the other two leave quickly, Dietrich remains and addresses Boggs: "Will I require an additional guard or are Sergeant Troy and his men sufficient?" "Your word is sufficient, Captain. I will call off the guard. I have better things to do for the man", Boggs replies and Dietrich merely raises his eyebrows in surprise at the answer, before nodding his acknowledgement and turning to leave as well. As he returns to the sickbay to pick up his jacket and uniform cap with desert goggles attached for protection against the sun and sand, Doktor Sommer intercepts him to scold him for taking up the mission. "Was tun Sie, Herr Hauptmann? Mit den Amerikanern in die Wüste hinaus zu fahren, ist das Letzte, was Sie in Ihrem Zustand tun sollten!" Dietrich merely smiles ironically and good naturedly jokes with his Stabsarzt: "Sie integrieren sich bereits so gut ins amerikanische medizinische Personal, dass Sie einen neuen Karrierepfad erwägen könnten." That he is integrating so well with the American medical staff that he could consider a change of carreer is only partially amusing for Doktor Sommer who simply responds with: "Passen Sie auf sich auf, Herr Hauptmann!" "Sie auch, Doktor", Dietrich replies to take care as well and salutes his medic.

Stepping outside the medical tent wearing his jacket and cap, Hans Dietrich looks closer to himself in the eyes of the Rats who eye him curiously. Doctor Andrews is loading the medical truck with the help of nurse O'Donnell and nurse Westwood. While the German still observes the preparations, Troy stalks over to him. "Captain. You'll have to ride with us, as I suppose you wouldn't want the lady to lose her seat in the truck cabin." Dietrich eyes him warily, merely replying: "Of course not." As he approaches the two Jeeps alongside the American Sergeant, he observes a strange behaviour. While Pettigrew looks as non-committed as ever, Hitchcock is actually grinning widely and the British Sergeant seems to be struggling to hold back a grin. Troy at least seems equally unnerved as Dietrich by their expressions, as he inquires harshly: "What's wrong, Hitch?" "Just heard the best of rumors from Lisa and Deirdre, when I helped them loading the truck", Mark replies, sounding on the verge of laughing. Dietrich is actually grateful that he never has had to put up with such juvenile behaviour before among his subordinates. None of his soldiers would ever have dared to behave like that in his presence.

"Oi, Captain, you never told us that you're related to Marlene Dietrich, the Hollywood actress!", Hitch bursts out barely holding back his laughter. Troy stares at Dietrich dumbfounded whose expression turns from initial shock to open fury, as he spits out: "I clearly told these women that their assumptions based only on my name are absolutely wrong!" Unperturbed Hitch continues to savor the moment. "Lisa said that you're just shy to not admit the celebrity status. And that you clearly have the same nose and cheekbones." The German merely reacts with a facepalm. This is beyond absurdity. It is so surreal that he cannot even summon a reasonable response. "Look", Moffit tries to console him, "there could be worse things than sharing the name of a Hollywood celebrity." "Really, Sergeant?", Dietrich asks with sarcasm dripping from every word, as he lowers his hand again, exposing his heavily bruised face. "And you feel that I really need to be reminded of this?" Troy finally takes mercy on the German, as he intercedes: "Leave the Captain in peace, Hitch! He's here to help us. Captain, I suggest you ride with Tully and Moffit." Without spelling it out, he intends to separate Dietrich from Hitchcock, before the German's patience runs out completely. The young Captain accepts the proposal without a second's hesitation, sharing the sentiment behind Troy's order, as he throws the Private a murderous glare that quenches the American's mirth considerably.

To Dietrich's surprise, the quiet Private Tully Pettigrew addresses him, as he takes a seat besides him in the Jeep's front. "He can be an idiot sometimes." Looking slightly bemused, the German officer asks: "Is this your way of apologizing for your friend, Private?" Tully merely shrugs, apparently having used up his verbosity for the day. "Why does it bother you so much whether the nurses are gossiping, Captain? I would have thought you to stand above this", Moffit inquires curiously, as Tully starts the engine and Dietrich puts on his goggles for protection from the sand. "If Marlene Dietrich were not a celebrity in America as well as Germany, it would feel less like being an impostor by not correcting such a rumor. In this way, it seems like trying to gain spotlight or celebrity status neither of which I am interested in in the least", Dietrich explains to him in a calm and reasonable tone matching that of the British Sergeant who equally responds: "You're far from a liar and impostor, Captain. Don't worry about it!"

The Jeep's roar at its intended speed efficiently puts a stop to all conversation and the German Captain has to concentrate on the constant necessity of stabilizing his body against the rapid movements of the vehicle along the ever-changing dunes. With the Jeeps they require actually a third of the time they have required in the other direction with the German tanks and half-tracks. After four hours, large clouds of dust become visible on the horizon. By now, Dietrich is cursing himself for ever suggesting to participate in this mission, as every sore muscle and bruise in his body hurts from the ride and his shoulder wound throbs with pain. Rubbing his sore shoulder, he gingerly gets out of the vehicle after its stop, already dreading to have to ride back to the camp. Dearly missing his binoculars, he takes off the goggles and tries to discern the vehicles by shape only, as Troy steps next to him holding out his own binoculars. "Thought you'd want to take a look", the Sergeant just says in an unusually tame manner that automatically triggers Dietrich's suspicion, as he gingerly takes the offered optical device with his left hand, not trusting his right at the moment. Quickly he can make out not only the vehicles, but also their characteristic shapes and coloring marking them as part of the fascist Italian North African army. "This is an Italian convoy. Unless there is more than one and your comrades overlooked something, this should be the convoy we are looking for", the German explains his reasoning carefully, as he hands back the binoculars for Troy to take a look himself, as he is sure the the American Sergeant would never take his word for it without double checking. "Looks like you're right", Sam Troy comments after acting exactly as Dietrich has expected him to.

"You should take the white flag, Captain", Troy suggests, as he takes their prepared cloth and a telescopic rod from the storage crate in the back of the Jeeps. "Please try not to shoot me this time", Dietrich states with a certain amount of vindictiveness. The German Captain has never forgiven the insult of Troy actually shooting him when bearing the flag to save the lives of already wounded soldiers in a medical transport which would almost have killed him or landed him in Allied captivity. Troy argues back, actually feeling a slightly guilty conscience: "I did not see the flag or I would never have shot you. How many times do I have to repeat that?" "You have shot me often enough, just not killed me yet", Dietrich throws back at him angrily. "I didn't aim to kill you, most of the time", Troy replies with a livid growl. "And why did you not? It would have been the most reasonable thing for you to do", the German retorts without caring about rousing the angry soldier. "I'm not in the habit of killing unnecessarily", Troy grumbles his reply. Dietrich barks out a laugh absolutely devoid of any humor and pained enough to hurt even the American Sergeant. "Do you have any idea how many of my men you have wounded, maimed or killed, Sergeant? Don't tell me, you have any qualms about killing!", the German's expression is shifting from pained to furious, as is his mood, reminding Troy painfully that he is standing in front of the commanding officer of many a German he has attacked and possibly killed in the last several months.

Doctor Andrews is saving Troy from having to continue the argument, as he approaches the group now, asking whether this is the right convoy. The American Sergeant agrees, while the others remain silent and Dietrich struggles to rein in his temper. The fact that his whole body is hurting is not helping him. At least Hitchcock is remaining silent, as the German officer is not sure whether he could maintain his self-control and not attack the Private physically by now that his patience is worn so thin. Purposefully taking deep calming breaths, Dietrich mentally focuses on the task before him which is not dealing with the accursed Rat Patrol, but helping Tenente Marcello and his wounded Italian soldiers.

Picking up the rod and flag, Dietrich slowly makes his way down the dune, shambling sideways to better keep his balance in the shifting sand. Once he has reached the middle height of the dune, where he can be seen well enough and is still within close distance for his temporary allies to reach him quickly, he digs the rod's foot into the sand until it stands on its own and then surrenders himself to waiting for the convoy to approach. The engines can already be heard clearly and soon he can make out the vehicles within the clouds of dust. At 20 meters distance the first armored car stops and with it the whole column behind it. A lean Italian officer half a head's length shorter than the tall German Captain jumps out of the car and quickly approaches Dietrich who recognizes Tenente Alessandro Marcello immediately. The black-haired Lieutenant looks slightly shocked when he can make out Dietrich's bruised face, but he still approaches the German unerringly. While the Afrikakorps officer has already placed his hand at his cap's rim for a proper salute, Marcello does not even bother with military gestures, but embraces his totally perplexed life savior in a hug. "Sono così felice di vederti, mi amico!", he sounds honestly happy to see the German, even calling him friend. Flinching as his already aching shoulder is disturbed further, Hans Dietrich winces with pain. "Lasciami andare immediatamente, Tenente! Non siamo amici ma ufficiali!", the Hauptmann snaps after recovering from his initial shock and pain that the other let go of him immediately. They are not friends but officers after all. Marcello releases the irritated German, but still looks relieved at the presence of the man he trusts implicitly.

"You are aware that I am a prisoner of the Allies and therefore negotiate your surrender on their behalf?", Dietrich switches to English for the benefit of his allies up behind the dune's ridge. "Si. We have seen la frequenza americana", Marcello mixes Italian terms with English which he understands better than actively speaking it. "But my men will die without la assistenza medica dagli americani." "Then order your men to hand over their weapons and they can send their doctor and nurse down to your wounded, Tenente!", Dietrich orders with practiced ease of negotiating a ceasefire or surrender. "Deponete le armi, soldati!", Tenente Marcello shouts to his men who obey at various degrees of slowness looking just as pained and exhausted as Dietrich himself is feeling. They must have been on retreat since Tobruk with the Allies constantly at their heels, Hans considers, not envying the men. "They have surrendered their weapons, Sergeant Troy", the German Captain finally shouts to inform the leader of the Rat Patrol who swiftly jumps over the dune's ridge and makes his way down to them far quicker than the pained Dietrich has. "Sergente Troy", Marcello mutters a bit fearfully and flinches slightly, as the American approaches. He still remembers having been gravely injured by the Rat Patrol's bullets the last time they have met. The German officer points in the direction of the wary and exhausted looking Italians and their discarded weapons. "Send the doctor to them immediately, Troy! Even the fit soldiers look barely better than I do", Dietrich comments dryly with a certain amount of self-mockery Troy would not have expected of the proud Captain.

Calling out to Doctor Andrews that he can drive down to the Italians, Troy accompanies the battered and bruised German and the exhausted Italian officer while moving down the dune slowly, as the other Rats surpass them with their Thompson guns trained at the Italian soldiers. Marcello leads them to the first truck with a Red Cross and Dietrich notices the stench of sweat, blood and vomit immediately upon approaching. "Do you still have a medic?", the German asks with dread. Marcello only shakes his head: "We took care of them come meglio potevamo and just tried to reach your base to get l'aiuto del tuo medico." Brazing himself, the German Captain steps up to the truck's backflap that Troy is already opening to release an even more intense wave of the stench. "You should better call every one of your men with medical knowledge over here and order the rest to help unload the wounded", Hans Dietrich suggests once he has scanned the interior and counted seventeen men in the truck. "I have altri quindici feriti in the secondo camion and altri sedici nel terzo camion", Marcello explains to Dietrich downhearted who starts to get worried himself. Another fifteen and sixteen severely wounded men would push them beyond their limit of providing proper treatment as even in the camp the sickbay is not intended to be enlarged to a field hospital of this size.

"Lascia che ogni soldato esperto di medicina ti aiuti, Tenente!", Dietrich switches back to Italian as no American is within earshot anymore and he wants the Lieutenant to comply as best as possible. Marcello does not hesitate and calls all his remaining 22 uninjured men forth to aid with the treatment of their comrades. Several look like they would collapse themselves and Dietrch removes them from the work column, ordering them to rest and prepare some lunch in the shade. With the remaining 16 men they manage to carry all the sick and wounded out of the trucks within an hour. Both Troy and Andrews realize that taking the German Captain along has been invaluable, as unlike any of them the young Hauptmann possesses experience and practice in coordinating such a large number of soldiers for a joint operation.

Before sending men in to clean the trucks from the source of the sickening stench, Doctor Andrews, nurse O'Donnell, Sergeant Moffit, Hauptmann Dietrich and Private Pettigrew check the wounded for signs of life or the acute necessity of treatment. Seven of the soldiers turn out to be already beyond help, while only three require immediate care unless they are to join the ranks of the dead. While Doctor Andrews works alone, Tully assists the nurse and Dietrich works with Moffit, intent on avoiding the gossipy woman at all cost. Meanwhile Marcello lets his men clean out the trucks so that they can safely return the wounded there.

Before that they take the time for lunch made of several cans of tortellini with tomato and meat sauce to which they have added sausages and mystery meat from other tins. Each gets handed a plate of the mixture along with a plastic spoon and a glass of water in addition. While the Rats sit together, Dietrich takes a seat at some distance to the soldiers of both sides where Marcello joins him, similarly used to the concept that officers sit together but do not mix with the common soldiers. Nothing is really out of earshot completely, but the chatting of the respective groups keeps them from listening in. "Quello che è successo?", the Italian Lieutenant asks with a worried expression pointing at the German's bruised face and skinny appearance. Not trusting in his Italian enough to explain what has happened to him, Dietrich stays with English: "The SS interrogated me for days accusing me of treason against my fatherland." Marcello looks honestly shocked and horrified that his own people would do this to the Captain: "La tua stessa gente ha fatto questo?" The German briefly smiles wryly, as he explains: "They did and also found me guilty of treason. I am sentenced to die and outlawed from the German military." "Questo non può essere vero!", Marcello protests, not believing that this could be true. "It is true, unfortunately", Dietrich confirms with desperation and exhaustion audible in his voice. Tenente Marcello lays a hand on the Hauptmann's uninjured shoulder causing him to tense immediately. "Eppure sei venuto ad aiutarci", the Lieutenant's voice holds a certain amount of awe that the German still has come to help the Italians. Holding the other's gaze the German replies: "I know how desperation and losing everything feels. If we can save some of your men's lives, it was worth it." "Sei un uomo buono e onesto, Capitano", Marcello states gratefully, having placed his trust in the right person. The Rats appear to be suspiciously quiet, as they observe and listen in to the interaction between the two Axis officers. Moffit can make some sense of the Italian part deduced from his knowledge of Latin and French, although he does not speak the language actively like Dietrich.

Once they have finished with their lunch, all units return to their respective work. Tenente Marcello notes that everybody is more exhausted than before and suggests to the tall Captain to motivate the men by singing. "You remember that I was un cantante lirico nell'opera veneziana, La Fenice." The German remembers this all too clearly after having spent two days in a hospital bed next to the Lieutenant who has invested his time into singing one aria after the other, until the Hauptmann has finally devised a plan to escape. How Dietrich's aristocratic mother would have been proud of him that he has after all learned half of Verdi's and Rossini's most important operas, their plot and most relevant arias during these days in the American field hospital with Marcello as his main company and only remaining ally. "What do you suggest to sing?", the Afrikakorps officer asks the Italian opera singer turned Lieutenant. "Va, pensiero", Tenente states immediately. "Every Italian knows Maestro Verdi's masterpiece della Opera Nabucco." Nodding his agreement, Dietrich takes a few steps distance between himself and the trained opera singer, fearing for his hearing otherwise. The German officer considers it quite ironic that the choice of the choir of Hebrew slaves yearning for freedom and their homeland so aptly describes how the fascist Italians and Germans, united in the antisemitic position of their respective Duce and Führer are feeling here in North Africa. They too are far from home, hunted and haunted by their joint enemies. Waldheim and Metzlich might have accused him of treason all over again, if they could witness this, but one can after all only be convicted once for the same crime.

"Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate;
va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli,
ove olezzano tepide e molli
l'aure dolci del suolo natal!

Del Giordano le rive saluta,
di Sionne le torri atterrate.
O, mia patria, sì bella e perduta!
O, membranza, sì cara e fatal!

Several of the Italian soldiers sing along with passion, as the text mentions the lost homeland, and even Hans Dietrich finds himself enjoying the song. Unlike the German marching songs, the Italian music holds a certain grace and fluidity in spite of its lyrics' melancholy.

Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,
perché muta dal salice pendi?
Le memorie nel petto raccendi,
ci favella del tempo che fu!

O simile di Sòlima ai fati
traggi un suono di crudo lamento,
o t'ispiri il Signore un concento
che ne infonda al patire virtù!"

Splitting the 41 surviving wounded to four trucks including the American one with the worst cases directed towards Doctor Andrews' truck, they provide much better conditions to the wounded soldiers than they have had previously. One experienced field medic is placed in the back of each truck together with the wounded in case they require help during the ride back to the camp, while two Italian soldiers work as drivers and and Tenente Marcello will drive the American medical truck. Although, Troy is rather unhappy to lose both Moffit and Tully as field medics which is forcing him to drive the second Jeep and leaving both guns unmanned, he rather wants to place a second person with Dietrich who looks like he would not make it back to camp staying conscious. The American Sergeant has to give the German Captain credit where it is due for his efforts, as both as a negotiator and an experienced organiser he would have been irreplaceable. Leaving the tortured and starved young officer with Moffit, as out of all possible combinations these two feel most comfortable with each other's presence, they head back to their camp hoping ot reach it before nightfall.

Seeing that the German's eyes are drooping, as he sits on the floor with his back leaned against the back of the driver's cabin and deciding that Troy has been wise to place him here, Moffit merely addresses the exhausted Hauptmann: "Get some rest. You have done enough, old chap!" "I am younger than you, Sergeant", Dietrich protests drowsily. "And more familiar with American than British slang, Captain", the Cambridge scholar states, bemused to finally have caught the smart Hauptmann off guard. The German never answers him, when his head lolls to the side, as he drifts off to an exhausted sleep. Moffit briefly checks his pulse on the neck, before he moves the skinny officer to allow him to lie down and not suffer for his uncomfortable sleeping position later. Feeling the rattling of the truck himself, he places a rolled up blanket under the younger man's head. If he makes the effort of helping all these men, the already battered and bruised Captain should at least not pay for it with his own health.

"Hauptmann Dietrich", Moffit three hours later addresses Dietrich in German hoping to not trigger a violent reaction in this way, while they close in on their camp. "Was is geschehen?", Dietrich mutters drowsily. "Well. My German does not appear to be so bad after all, when I can fool you", the British Sergeant comments dryly and watches the German officer start in surprise. "Only when I'm fast asleep", Hans retorts with matching dry humor and Moffit actually smiles at that. Sitting up, the young German officer looks briefly surprised to find a blanket under his head, then looks up at the British Sergeant with an intent gaze. "I was assigned here to take care of the sick", the Brit explains with a shrug. "You're definitely still a patient. Doctor Andrews never released you from sickbay after all." Dietrich still regards him with an unreadable expression and Moffit decides to change the subject. "That Italian Lieutenant is an interesting fellow", he comments cheerfully. The German Captain merely cocks his head and raises his eyebrows in an unspoken question, while he listens intently and makes out the voice of the Tenente singing his arias in a different truck, but being mostly droned out by their own truck's engine.

"Has he been singing the whole time?", the Captain asks with dry amusemen. "Almost", Moffit replies equally dryly with a smile. "Very persistent man." Dietrich returns a wry smile. "Is he already past Rigoletto and Figaro?" At Moffit's surprised face, the Hauptmann explains highly amused with an actual smile: "I spent almost two days in a hospital bed next to him and learned approximately half of Verdi's and Rossini's operas and their most relevant arias." "How very educative", the Cambridge scholar comments dryly, adding: "I suppose Troy would have shot him after two hours." "I believe half of the American medical staff was quite relieved when we escaped", Dietrich comments with honest amusement. "So you saved his life and helped him escape. Has he offered to adopt you into his family yet?", Moffit inquires in an equally amused manner. "It's bad enough he is embracing me like his best friend, whenever he meets me", the young German officer replies, shuddering at the thought of being permanently tied to the overbearing Italian. "So he is from the opera?", the former Cambridge scholar asks with genuine curiosity. "An opera singer from La Fenice, the Venetian Opera house", the Captain explains with a smile. "Ah, the phoenix rising from the ashes. What a fitting metaphor for your situation", Moffit replies thoughtfully. Reining in his automatic response of snapping at the Sergeant out of wounded pride, Dietrich actually stops to think about the comment and how much of it indeed rings true. "Indeed, Sergeant", he finally replies.

As they drive into the camp, Captain Boggs is already expecting them with a committee of soldiers. The German officer gets out of the truck to help with the organisation of the Italians and Tenente Marcello immediately turns in his direction, as soon as he spots him. Together they approach the American Captain and Dietrich salutes properly, while the Tenente performs a salute that reminds of an exaggerated stage version rather than real military greeting. "Tenente Alessandro Marcello", he introduces himself to Captain Boggs with the winning smile of a professional stage actor. Boggs glances at the German Captain, taken slightly aback by the Italian's behaviour. "The Lieutenant and his men will surrender and trust in your good will and respect of international treaties, such as the Geneva Convention", Hans Dietrich states the formal act as the higher ranking Axis officer. "41 wounded soldiers require treatment, the other 22 can be registered as prisoners and camped along with my men", German continues, while Marcello smiles gratefully, as he adds: "Si. It is as el Capitano is saying. Also, we give you nostri camioni." At Boggs' confused looks, the Wehrmacht Hauptmann translates: "They hand over their trucks." Boggs nods gratefully in his direction. "Captain Dietrich. I am very grateful to you. This would have been a lot harder without your translation." "You are well advised to obtain a proper interpreter for Italian, Captain Boggs", Dietrich states dryly. Troy and Moffit join them for reporting to their Captain and Boggs sends the two captured Axis officers along towards the prison tents where the German officer helps out with the registration of the Italian prisoners, before looking after his own men.

Spending the evening meal and time after with his and the Italian troops to assure an integration of the other Axis soldiers without conflict, Hans Dietrich chats vividly with Lieutenant Haberfeld and Marcello. Fritz joins them after having managed to get himself almost overstuffed with American sausages from the camp cuisine and immediately falls asleep at his master's feet. With a flourishing smile, the Tenente offers to provide the entertainment for the evening in the form of singing and an opera performance. As the only German opera he knows is Mozart's "Zauberflöte", he entertains the men for more than an hour with combinations of singing, whistling and clapping, as he assumes the role of Papageno for the bird catcher's famous song "Der Vogelfänger bin ich ja" which he sings, dances and acts several times to the great delight of German, Italian and even some curiously watching American soldiers. Then, he resumes the role of Tamino singing about the beauty of Princess Pamina in the mirror aria and switches between the roles of Tamino, Papageno and their captors for "Das klinget so herrlich", imitating the magic glockenspiel with claps and whistles. Moffit watches with an almost dreamy expression, as he is fondly remembering the first time he has watched this Opera in Munich together with his father. Tully has lost interest after the first five minutes, Hitch and Troy have at least stayed for ten, before turning back to their tent.

After the two hours performance, Hans Dietrich has returned to the medical tent to check on Ari and his wounded soldiers. The American Doctor Andrews regards him with a guilty and regret-filled expression, as he adds after the report: "Captain Dietrich, I am afraid we have to ask you to spend the night in the prison area, since we barely have enough cots for the more gravely injured Italian soldiers as it is." The German Hauptmann's eyes wander over the limited and already overly cramped space in the sickbay as he nods in understanding. Complying without complaint, he finds himself moving out of the sickbay to the prison area where another cot is quickly organized for the Captain who shares the officers' tent with Haberfeld and Marcello for the night.

Notes: La Fenice (= The Phoenix) is the name of the opera house of Venice which has risen like a phoenix from the ashes after several fires destroing it and the Venetians rebuilding it. - [Va, pensiero]( watch?v=lBOuYHfwitw) Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate;
va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli,
ove olezzano tepide e molli
l'aure dolci del suolo natal! Del Giordano le rive saluta,
di Sionne le torri atterrate.
O, mia patria, sì bella e perduta!
O, membranza, sì cara e fatal! Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,
perché muta dal salice pendi?
Le memorie nel petto raccendi,
ci favella del tempo che fu! O simile di Sòlima ai fati
traggi un suono di crudo lamento,
o t'ispiri il Signore un concento
che ne infonda al patire virtù! - Fly, my thoughts, on wings of gold;
go settle upon the slopes and the hills,
where, soft and mild, the sweet airs
of my native land smell fragrant! Greet the banks of the Jordan
and Zion's toppled towers.
Oh, my homeland, so lovely and so lost!
Oh memory, so dear and so dead! Golden harp of the prophets of old,
why do you now hang silent upon the willow?
Rekindle the memories in our hearts,
and speak of times gone by! Mindful of the fate of Solomon's temple,
Let me cry out with sad lamentation,
or else may the Lord strengthen me
to bear these sufferings!