Changed Ways in North Africa

by The Ravenwolf

Following directly where "Change of Ways" has left off, this story follows Dietrich and his enlarged Rat Patrol into Tobruk and a new type of war for all of them in North Africa.

7. Conflicts and Counteractions

"I have no secrets unlike you lying cheating bastard", the accusatory voice cuts deeply into Dietrich's conscience. "...cowardly kraut traitor who looks more like a starved jackal than an actual soldier", the harsh voice continues to slander him. "Ich muss eine Ratte befragen", another harsh voice, devoid of any compassion, declares with sadistic glee, as Warren's voice blends into Waldheim's. "... möchte ich ein Exempel statuieren, damit keiner hier auf die Idee kommt, sich dem Befehl des Führers zu widersetzen und sich zu ergeben oder gar einen vergleichbaren Verrat zu begehen, wie Sie, Dietrich. Wertloser Abschaum", another Captain's voice barks harshly. "Doch bei einem derart niederträchtigen Verräter wie Ihnen kann man wohl kaum jedwede Ehre erwarten", the last cold voice finally assesses. When the German Hauptmann Zornbrecht's accusations turn into an icy cold conviction through the SS officer Hauptsturmführer Habeck. Pain flares in his side as the bruises, which still remain from their abuse of his body, flare into life.

The young Captain tries to make out the figures of American and German officers accusing him of treason, cowardice, dishonor, words which hurt him more than their physical torture ever has, when he feels something wet in his face. Gradually, a high pitched sound also filters into his consciousness. When Hans opens his eyes he finds a black nose and brown snout in front of him, as Fritz licks his cheek one more time, whining with worry. The German Captain pushes himself up on his left arm, as the brown dog yelps joyfully. "Fritz, runter von mir", Hans orders the dog to get down from him. Fritz takes his paws off the young officer, placing his snout on the lean man's stomach instead, as he looks up at his master with big pleading eyes. Dietrich sighs and smiles, scratching the brown dog behind the ears gently. "Schon gut, Fritz! Danke fürs Wecken." Fritz enjoys his cuddles for another minute, until the German Captain finally gets up and washes his face, before shaving. Meanwhile the dog enjoys curling up on his bed, until the tall officer orders sternly: "Fritz, runter!" With a sigh Fritz jumps down from the bed, stretching his front legs and yawning.

Hans struggles into his shirt after checking some of his fresh bruises from the sparring session on the previous day. None feel too bad or like he would suffer from further bleeding and his gun shot wound appears almost fully healed as well. Next he gets into his boots, before the most challenging part follows, buckling his belt. Although his shoulder aches from the movement, Hans feels proud of himself to manage this on his own. Finally his injuries show some actual improvement in healing. Fritz follows his master faithfully, fawning as the young officer locks the door behind them. James Boggs also leaves his room and the brown dog barks once, trying to draw his attention to get petted a little, but is disappointed when he gets ignored. "Good morning, Dietrich", the older American Captain greets his young colleague who looks less drawn and tired than on the previous day. "It's good to see you gradually recovering." Hans nods, muttering quietly: "Thank you, Boggs. Are you alright?" "Perfectly", James Boggs replies with a smile. "Being here in HQ and finally rid of managing a convoy of wounded allies and enemies, prisoners and units of five different nations is a relief." The German smiles with actual empathy for his commanding officer. "I know how you feel." "Woof", Fritz tries to draw their attention again, as he sniffs in a corner curiously. "Was hast du denn gefunden, Fritz?", Hans inquires with a scowl, as he crouches to get a better view. "What did he find?", Boggs asks the same question. A small mouse darting away from them answers the question instead of Fritz who tries to bite the animal which proves to be far too swift for him however. "Lass das, Fritz! Komm!", Dietrich orders the dog to leave the mouse be after which the brown dog comes trotting toward him with a hanging head.

"Will you join me for breakfast?", James Boggs inquires. "Later, Captain Boggs. I will get my checkup in the hospital and then join my men for the morning training session. But I'll meet you afterwards." Boggs eyes the lean young Captain with a slightly doubtful expression. "What about your injuries?" "I checked with the medics which exercises will be fine for me to perform", the skinny officer replies. "Take care then. I will see you later", Boggs wishes him and turns towards the mess hall, closely followed by Fritz who expects Dietrich to come with them and intends to attend breakfast as soon as possible. The young Captain however walks to the field hospital where Frida Olson is covering the nightshift. "Good morning, Captain", she greets the skinny officer, observing him cautiously. "Are you alright?" "I am, Lieutenant. Thank you for your concern. I'm here for my daily checkup and applying fresh bandages to my injuries", Dietrich explains. "Please, take off your shirt, Captain", the blond nurse tells him calmly and Hans complies quietly. Frida Olson scowls, when she sees how underweight the young officer looks, as his ribs and collarbones are clearly visible underneath the skin.

Cautiously she checks the sutures at his flank, his injured shoulder and fresh bruises, all the while wondering what exactly has happened to the tall Captain to be in such a state. Dietrich merely winces when the pressure on his wounds becomes too painful and remains quiet otherwise, feeling rather awkward around the muscular and imposing nurse. "Do you consider the gun shot wound well healed enough to take out the sutures?", he asks the nurse for her honest opinion. "I would leave them for another day at least. If nothing happens, then one of the Doctors should decide to take them out", Frida advises. "Thank you, Lieutenant", Dietrich replies calmly. "You should eat some more. You're far too skinny to be kept on duty", she sternly admonishes. "I'm not on duty any longer. Doctor Rothschild ordered me to be taken off duty to recover from my injuries on the first day of arriving here in Tobruk", Hans explains after sighing wearily. "But you invited us for dinner yesterday", nurse Olson counters incredulously. "This is not a contradiction to not being on active duty. I also receive training for my future duties as commando officer and perform exercises along with my men to rebuild the muscles I lost."

"This is hardly a manner of recovering!", Frida Olson protests, scowling at the skinny young man who definitely weighs at least three dozen pounds less than her. "It is the only reasonable way for me. I'm a soldier and required to return to active duty in the field. My future obligations force me to be as fit as my soldiers and not fall even further behind", Hans argues stubbornly. The blond nurses huffs with consternation. "That's on your own head, Captain!" Dietrich nods. "I know and I take full responsibility for my actions. Do you by any chance have experience with massage?" Frida Olson looks baffled, but confirms that she has. "Usually we use this to help soldiers who have to stay in bed for longer times to avoid cramping of muscles or aches in the back." "It has helped me greatly with my shoulder injury, when your colleagues applied this for relaxing the muscles in my shoulder belt", the German Captain explains earnestly. "I would therefore be immensely grateful to you for receiving such treatment." "It will be very painful and not as efficient unless your muscles are relaxed, Captain", the blond nurse argues. "That's why the Swiss nurses from the Red Cross used to put hot stones wrapped in cloth on my back and shoulder belt beforehand", the young officer tells her. "I have never done this, but would have used one of the hot water bottles for the purpose", nurse Olson informs him. "If it works, please do it. I will trust in your experience", Hans politely agrees.

While Frida Olson prepares everything for the massage, Dietrich lies down on his stomach, cautious to not tear his sutures. The hot water bottle turns out to be an efficient substitute for the hot stones, helping his shoulder belt's muscles to relax and uncramp from the painful position they have been forced into for weeks since Troy has shot him and the SS has tortured him right afterwards, forbidding any real healing progress to happen. Frida Olson turns out to be just as good at massaging tight muscles as the Swiss nurse Regula has been. More than once Hans cannot suppress a pained moan, when she kneads him through. "You need to relax more and watch out with your position when standing or sitting, Captain!", Olson scolds him sternly. "And you need to gain weight. I can feel the bones clearly which shouldn't happen with a healthy young soldier." "I swear to you that I'll do my best to take care of both", Dietrich assures her honestly. "Good. You're too much of an underweight beanstalk to return to duty anytime soon. For now I will put fresh bandages around your midsection to protect your sutures", Frida speaks with a strict tone. Hans winces at the term she has already applied for him once before, but does not want to quarrel with her unnecessarily. No good has ever come from quarrels with the nurses. Once finished with her work, the blond nurse helps the skinny German Captain into his shirt and jacket, before releasing him.

Once out of her clutches Hans walks towards the courtyard directly, where he meets the Rats. When the young officer sees the fresh bruises in Gottschlich's and Pettigrew's faces he scowls darkly however, inquiring with a sharp tone: "What happened to you, Corporal, Private?" "We went to the bathrooms in the morning, together to watch each other's back, when some guys jumped us in the shower. We got them as well, but there was four of them against two of us", Tully growls angrily, before Riku adds meekly: "S...sergeant C...clarence was one o...of them. Private W...wallace and S...scott were with them t...too. The fourth I didn't know." "They are all from Captain Warren's unit", Dietrich snarls angrily. "I will speak with him and we report to one of the higher ranking officers to get them arrested and punished. You go to the hospital right now and report there how you have been injured." "It's not that bad, Cap. Just a few scratches and bruises", Tully argues, but the Captain stays adamant. "It's important that you get checked and treated in the hospital, as Nurse Olson will file an official report. This documents your state of health and the extent of your injuries in a manner that Captain Warren cannot just counter through insolent arguments. I will also provide a report to Captain Boggs and possibly Major Fisher right after finishing our morning session for which I want you to accompany me."

"You want to do this in the proper manner", Moffit points out. Never before has he been as relieved to have the young German Captain as his commanding officer as he is now, knowing how Troy would handle this through an escalation of violence, calling for a small scale war against the American Captain and his unit. "Exactly, Doctor. We don't stand a chance against an established American officer of his rank and connections otherwise. We will therefore do everything by the book as is your saying I believe", Hans confirms. "You're a smart fox, Captain", Troy agrees. "Though I'd rather break those idiots' noses." "Violence is not the ideal solution for this situation, Troy, as it will only provoke more violence and you must not act against your fellow soldiers of the U.S. army in the same manner as you usually act against German soldiers", Dietrich explains sternly. "We trust you, Captain Sherlock", Kevin O'Donnell declares. "You'll do this the right and clever way." The German Captain smiles wryly. "Thank you, Private. I ask you all to trust me, when I wish to handle things as correctly as possible. We are all under supervision through General Atkins. He will judge me and my abilities as your commander by how I am able to handle you, Warren and this whole situation." "You can count on us, Captain", Troy immediately pledges his support for the young officer, as the rest of the Rats follows suite. Tully and Gotty leave for the field hospital right after, promising to report all injuries.

Dietrich keeps the training session tight and focused, performing similar calisthenics exercises as on the previous day. Although he can feel every muscle quite clearly after the massage, he participates as much as possible without aggravating his injuries. Pettigrew and Gottschlich join after their return from the field hospital and reporting that they have informed the nurse. Only a few minutes later does the German officer end the training, ordering them to accompany him, while the rest should take care of breakfast. James Boggs scowls immediately having the premonition that Pettigrew and Gottschlich following in Dietrich's wake without any plates of food cannot mean anything good. When his younger colleague reports the attack against his unit members and the two provide detailed descriptions, although they both need some prompting, he is proven right. Together they all approach Major Fisher who listens intently to the report. "I leave the decision on the punishment of the perpetrators in your hands, Major, but ask for fairness toward my men who have only defended themselves against a superior number of attackers ambushing them." "I will listen to the accused soldiers' statements and then make a decision", the American Major confirms. "Thank you, Major. I wouldn't expect anything else from you", Dietrich replies cautiously, while bowing politely.

After leaving the Major, he tells Boggs: "I hope you'll forgive me for not having breakfast with you. It's important that I stand by my men now though." The older American Captain nods. "You're much better at handling your clerical duties than I've ever been, Dietrich. Look after your men! They trust you intrinsically for a good reason and they're more than justified to do so." Tully shifts his matchstick, still standing behind Dietrich, when he briefly confirms: "Yeah. We trust you, Cap." Gottschlich immediately starts nodding fervently. "Hai. We absolutely trust you, Captain. I'm so sorry for all this." Dietrich counters sternly: "As I told you already, Corporal Gottschlich, none of this is your fault. I fight for you in the same manner as I would fend for each of my men." "Treat your Captain well! You won't get another man like him fighting for you with such conviction anytime soon", Boggs agrees. "We know", Pettigrew confirms uncharacteristically, while Gottschlich nods with a tormented expression.

The Rats cheer to have their young commanding officer sitting with them for breakfast as a clear signal of support for his men, while several officers in the front tables and a few of the soldiers frown upon the behaviour. Sam Troy could not care less about them, as he is glad to have his friend back with them. Although he would never admit it, he misses having the young German Captain sharing a room with them. "So you reported the incident, Captain?", Jack Moffit inquires sternly. "Yes, Moffit", Dietrich confirms. "Major Fisher will be in charge of the investigation. I trust him to be fair and not act against us out of prejudices." "Excellent strategy", Jack agrees, while Troy mutters: "I still think we should teach those jerks a lesson." "We will, but through handling this in the right way", Hans insists.

When Jakob Silberblatt joins them a few minutes later with Ari in tow, Major Fisher has already ordered Warren's soldiers to his table to provide a report and Boggs supports him by keeping them separated as long as they do not know what this is about. Ari greets his brother Hans happily and spends the breakfast huddling against the young man's side. Out of the corner of his eyes Dietrich observes several men leaving with Fisher and Boggs, before focusing back on the boy who tells Hans cheerfully about Jakob reading poems to him until he has fallen asleep.

By the time they are finished with breakfast, a livid Captain Warren stalks toward their table with a red head, bellowing: "Dietrich!" "Stay here with the others, Ari! They will all protect you", Hans whispers to his ward who flinches at the tone and starts to shiver with fear, while Jakob quickly wraps his arm around his shoulders. His caregiver stands up however to position himself between the American Captain and his ward as well as his men. "How can I help you, Captain Warren?", the German officer asks with a silky voice and obvious sarcasm. "Your trap worked and your damned mongrels got off the hook. But don't believe for a moment that I will tolerate this!", the lived American Captain snarls, glaring at the younger man. Dietrich takes this as confirmation that his strategy has worked and decides that another effort of resolving the matter in the manner the General has asked for is in order. "Captain Warren", the tall skinny German Captain addresses his colleague, forcing himself to still sound polite even though he loathes the man almost as much as Zornbrecht or the SS officers by now. "I again appeal to your reason and sense of honor and duty as a fellow U.S. army officer to end this quarrel..." "You're no fellow officer of mine, you cowardly lying kraut!", Warren hisses, stabbing his finger in the younger Captain's chest painfully who winces and takes a defensive step backwards to relieve the pain. "Be reasonable, Warren!", Dietrich snaps. "If we don't resolve this, our superiors will."

The older Captain glares at him triumphantly. "I'm waiting for just that. There's only one way I see this happening, by sending you backstabbing traitor to a prison camp where you belong. When some of your criminal half-wits join you there it's even better." Hans is shocked enough by the attitude and reasoning to remain silent for a few seconds, as he tries to regain his bearings and come up with a reasonable strategy, while Sam Troy jumps to his feet and snarls lividly at the American Captain: "If you dare to backstab him like that, I'll kill you myself." "Troy!", Dietrich bellows, placing his good arm on his Sergeant's shoulder, trying to hold him back, while Warren glares, torn between anger and triumph. "Threatening to kill a senior officer is a serious offense", the beefy American snarls. "I'll have your head for this." "This will be the decision of our superiors", the German officer declares defensively trying to salvage the situation. "Your kraut diligence and abiding of laws won't save you, Dietrich", Warren threatens him. "We will see", Hans counters with outward bravado, although he is not actually as assured of this as he pretends to be. "There is Colonel Ranking. Let's check this out", Warren growls, sounding almost gleefully.

The two Captains and the Sergeant approach the older officer who eyes them warily. "That man threatened my life", Warren reports with righteous anger, while Dietrich intercedes: "Sergeant Troy only rose in my defense, Colonel. I would ask you to be allowed to provide a full explanation." The bulky man looks astounded, but finally allows him to speak, even reining in Warren a few times, when he tries to interrupt. Hans diligently describes the attacks against his men, their defense and Major Fisher investigating, asking that Captain Warren should present the outcome of this investigation, since he does not know it. Even though the American Captain argues with a devious trap set for his men, he admits that they have been convicted to several days of penal duty while the Rats have gone free. "Nonetheless, he threatened to kill me", he snarls, pointing at Troy. "After Captain Warren threatened to have me imprisoned in a POW camp", Dietrich adds. "This is where you belong, kraut", Warren snarls. "Captain Warren. Mind your tone. Even if he defected not too long ago, Captain Dietrich is an officer of the U.S. army", the Colonel admonishes to both Captains' surprise.

"Sir, if we may add something", a voice behind them intercedes now. All of them turn around with astonishment to find a group of three American and British soldiers standing behind them who have followed them inconspicuously, while the three have been focused only on each other. "Who are you?", the Colonel demands to know. "Corporal Santiago of Lieutenant Carlos' unit of the LRDP, Sir", the first man reports, saluting. "Sergeant Dallas of Lieutenant Carter's unit of the LRDP", the second man declares and equally provides a greeting. "Sergeant Fletcher, tank operator of Major Bracken's infantry unit", the British soldier informs him with a sharp salute. Dietrich recognizes them all from their tedious journey to Tobruk and from having applied for his unit. Do they want revenge or justice, he wonders. His question is answered when the first man provides a statement in his and Troy's defense which the other two men confirm in a similar manner. Captain Warren is speechless, as he stares at them for a few moments before snarling: "How dare you traitors support a lying kraut?" "We've known Captain Dietrich for more than a month, Sir, seen him act on our behalf, fighting against the actual krauts and saving our comrades' lives. We want justice for a good and honorable officer, not to support our enemy", the British Sergeant declares with a condescending tone reminding of his Major Bracken. Colonel Ranking is quite speechless by the actions he has never encountered before and would not have expected either. "In the light of all this, I want you, Sergeant Troy, to apologize to Captain Warren", he finally demands.

While Sam looks livid, Hans whispers: "Troy, be reasonable!" "The things I do for my friends", the American Sergeant grumbles with annoyance, before grinding out with a louder and clearer voice: "I apologize for my words, Captain Warren." "You should choke on your damned lies", Warren hisses. "An apology has been given. All statements have been heard. Sergeant Troy, you will serve in the laundry for a week to make amends for your behavior unworthy of a Sergeant of the U.S. army", Colonel Ranking declares. "That's far too light a sentence", Warren protests. "I will speak about this incident with General Atkins, Captain Warren, Captain Dietrich. He shall decide how to proceed. But you are both recommended to keep your men in check. Dismissed, gentlemen." All of them salute and Warren stomps off immediately, while Dietrich leads the group a few steps away, before he turns to his unexpected supporters. "Thank you, gentlemen, for your help." "You deserve it, Captain", Dallas tells him earnestly. "We only spoke the truth", the British Sergeant adds. "Jerks like Warren make our lives hell as well", Santiago tells him honestly. "Someone standing up for us common soldiers who are not just the white elite is a man worth supporting." "And we know from before that you're a man worth supporting", the Brit adds. "Thank you, gentlemen. I'm deeply honored", Hans replies earnestly, saluting as a sign of respect, before telling Troy: "Let's return to our men, Troy."

"You were lucky, Sergeant, that they helped us out", Dietrich admonishes him quietly as soon as they are out of hearing range. "You should never say something like that." "I'll just break his nose next time", Sam growls. "No, you won't. Be reasonable! We can only win against him, because we stick to the rules, while he and his men are willing to break them. This is not a fight decided with brawn, but with brain, Troy", Dietrich argues. "Fine, we'll do it your way, Captain. You've already scored three points against him", Troy mutters. "This is not a game. But we need small victories along the way to improve our chances of winning this battle on the long run", Hans counters.

Jakob Silberblatt tries to console a sobbing Ari who wraps his arms around the German Captain and starts crying into his chest, as soon as Dietrich has sat down next to him again. "He's an evil man. Will he hurt you, Hans?", the boy whimpers and his German caregiver realizes with guilt that the child cries because he is worried about him. "You don't have to worry about me, Ari. Captain Warren is loud and angry, but he is not evil, not like the men who killed your family", the young officer tries to assure him. "I'm scared", the boy whimpers, nudging against his beloved brother's side without whom he feels even more desperate. "He wanted to hurt you." "But we won't let him", Troy intercedes, feeling too sorry for the scared child to not answer. "We'll protect your brother no matter what." "You promise he won't get hurt, Sam?", Ari inquires doubtfully. "Yeah, kid. I promise you that I'll protect him myself and make sure he doesn't get hurt, if I can do anything about it", Sam replies. "Troy, we won't resolve this with violence", Hans mutters, trying not to scare Ari. "We will adhere to military rules as best we can, report every incident officially and accumulate evidence against Warren and his men, if we need to, until our superiors are bound to not decide against us."

"Captain Sherlock's a wily fox. He already won against them twice", Kevin argues. "Three times, counting what has just happened", Moffit adds coolly. "Your strategy is good, Captain. But Warren intends to provoke us and you know that this will work to push some of us to attacking first." "What do you want to imply, Jack?", Sam growls angrily at being backstabbed by his friend. "Merely that the Captain needs to resolve this once and for all as soon as possible, even though you currently have gained several successes." "Nothing else is my intention, Moffit", Dietrich agrees. "However, I have no idea how to get Captain Warren to see reason, as General Atkins has basically put me on probation, judging me by how I will resolve this. This is also the reason why I need you all to pull yourselves together and refrain from violence, even when provoked, only defending yourselves physically, gentlemen." All his men nod, even Troy although he bites his lip and glares angrily in the direction of the officer's table, even though Captain Warren has left the mess hall already. "Fine, Captain Fox Kit. We'll support you as best we can. I don't want to be blamed for sabotaging my friend and helping that bastard Warren and his gang of cowardly hyenas." "Thank you, Troy, for seeing reason. I swear to you, I'll do my best to find a solution", Hans vows earnestly. "You also don't need to worry, Ari", he gently assures his ward, squeezing his shoulder in a reassuring gesture. "They call me a fox, because foxes are not easy to catch or kill." "But what about the story with the cat and the fox, when the dogs killed the fox?", Ari asks. "That was just a story. And the fox was very arrogant to act in a stupid way, I'm not", the German Captain argues.

Still applying his gentle tone reserved for the boy, he continues: "Ari, we need to continue with our training. I need you to go to the nurses again, joining Kiri and David. I promise you that you will meet me again in the evening and then you can tell me about all that you have done today." "I'm scared without you", the Jewish orphans tries to argue. "Ari, no harm will come to you in the hospital. This is the place where you don't have to be scared. Being brave means to do something even though you are scared, not to not be scared at all", he argues in a calm manner. "Your brother know everything about being brave", Troy supports him. "And I'm sure you can be just as brave as your brother." "You're scared, Hans?", Ari asks incredulously. "Sometimes, when I worry for myself, many times, when I worry about others, always when I worry about your safety, Ari", Dietrich replies gently. The boy hugs him tightly, pressing against his side with trust and gentleness, as he mutters: "I love you. You're my best brother ever." "Don't be jealous, Jakob!", Hans whispers to his friend with irony, trying to resolve the tension. "I feel just like Ari, Hans", Silberblatt assures him, squeezing his friend's shoulder gently. Then, the German Captain cautiously extracts himself from the boy's grasp and sends him off with his friend, before gathering his unit members for training.

The Rats start performing their training out in the courtyard in a similar manner as on the previous day. Hans Dietrich oversees the calisthenics intended for warming up, bellowing orders in his practiced command tone, while participating as best he can given his injuries."It's crazy that he can shout commands and does the same exercises as we do one-handed", Hitch mutters to Tully who merely grunts in response, focusing on his push-ups instead. Briefly, the German Captain glances toward a British staff car with an officer and a woman along with a boy sitting in it passing behind his back, before focusing on his task at hand, while the car halts at the other end of the courtyard.

Two minutes later he stands up after finishing the exercises done onthe ground and dusts off his uniform, when all of a sudden hell breaks loose, as a blond scrawny boy starts screaming, drawing the attention of the whole courtyard. Dietrich and Troy whirl around and try to find the source of the screams and the reason for the cries, before dashing toward the staff car, after Hans orders: "Moffit, you're in charge here. Troy, come with me." Moffit stays with the rest of the Rats, preparing for potential combat, as Pettigrew and Anaru warily check the surroundings and fortress walls for an ambush. Both Sam and Hans are worried and intent to help, as they sprint immediately to the other end of the courtyard toward the child who tries to dodge behind the car. The man and woman from before are nowhere in sight, probably taking care of their luggage, as another bag is still visible in the car. When the German Captain and his American Sergeant draw nearer however, the boy flinches away from the skinny officer, as soon as he comes within range, screaming even more desperately, as he presses his back against the car. Dietrich exchanges a puzzled glance with Troy, while more officers and soldiers accumulate and surround the three, including the boy's father who comes running now.

"What's going on here?", the British General demands to know. "I'm not sure, Sir", the younger Captain replies with obvious confusion. "He started screaming, when ..." Realization dawns on the German Captain, as he squints at the boy to get a closer look and recognizes the mute son of General Simms. "He's Miles Simms", he finally mutters with a certain degree of astonishment and shock, while now Troy takes a closer look as well. "Yeah. You're right, Captain. Hey, kid. How are you doing? Started to talk more?" Miles glances at the dark-haired Sergeant, nodding timidly, before he stares back with fear at the lean brown-haired officer he recognizes as one of his former captors. Unlike Troy who has gotten used to having Dietrich as his friend and on his side, General Simms realizes immediately that it is unusual for the defected German Captain, who has been introduced and presented to him and his fellow officers mere two days ago, to recognize his son. "You know Miles!", he growls menacingly. "How?"

A panicked shout interrupts them, as everyone turns toward the direction where another boy's outcry has come from. "Hans!", Ari cries desperately, as he comes running from the other side of the courtyard and flings himself into his brother's arms, when the young man crouches to catch him. Wrapping his arms around his neck, the Jewish orphan buries his face in the young officer's shoulder. "I'm so scared. I ran to find you. Someone cried. Are the bad men here again?", Ari laments, shivering with fear. "No bad men are here. You don't have to be scared, Ari", Hans mutters quietly, trying to reassure the panicked child who holds onto him as if his life would depend on it. Meanwhile, General Simms crouches in a similar manner next to his son and inquires: "Do you know him?" Miles nods with a scared expression, as he sees his father pointing at the German Captain. With a grim scowl, the British officer continues asking: "Did he hurt you?" This time the boy shakes his head fervently. "Was he there, when you were taken away from home?", his father continues his questioning. The boy hesitates at the question, as he tries to remember. "Hey, kid", Troy greets him with a smile. "You remember me?" The boy stares at the dark-haired commando Sergeant and nods vehemently. "Good. The Captain", Sam also points at the young officer, "surely wasn't there when we rescued you." Again the boy expresses his agreement through nodding. "So how do you know him?", Sam asks, realizing a bit too late that this was not the best way of putting the question, as Miles looks tormented, but does not answer in any understandable way.

Hans Dietrich has finally managed to convince Ari to let him stand up again. The Jewish orphan settles for wrapping his arms around the thin man's waist and gently pressing his face against his caregiver's left flank, listening to his heartbeat. With his left arm resting on the native boy's shoulder in a reassuring gesture the German Captain turns back to the others. "You were involved, when Miles was kidnapped", the British General growls his accusation, as he stands up swiftly to glare at the defected German officer menacingly. Dietrich swallows hard and takes a deep breath to rein in his warring emotions, ranging from wounded pride at such an accusation to shame for what he has once been forced to do. "Abwehr was responsible for taking him from your house, General Simms. I was arranging and coordinating the transportation with the commando troopers on my superiors' order, but wasn't keen on the details about your son beforehand. As they told me to prepare for transporting a single person, I assumed that he was a teenager or older and was rather shocked to find out how young he actually was."

"A single person?", Simms snarls. "So they never intended to leave his nanny alive." The young European shakes his head. "No, Sir. I have never been informed about any caregiver accompanying him which is why I was surprised by his young age... and his state." Simms glares at the lean German officer with a hateful expression, as he growls menacingly: "What did you do, Captain? Don't you dare lie to me!" Dietrich would not even have considered that, yet continues with a forced calm tone: "My orders were to safely transfer him from where he was taken to the German commander responsible for the mission on the isle of Rhodes. I registered my objections with Colonelvon Graff who listened, but argued that his orders came directly from Berlin and he threatened me for even considering second guessing the Führer's orders." Simms regards him with contempt, snarling: "No man with a pinch of honour would have participated in such actions." The young Captain struggles to rein in his wounded pride without snapping back, as he argues: "I considered refusing, but it would neither have done me nor your son any good, as somebody more ruthless would have followed the command anyway and I would have been persecuted by the GeStaPo. In this manner I could assure his fair treatment at least, especially once I realized how young he was and that he was mute, but not deaf." The British officer glares at him, as he spits: "So, you participated in abducting an already traumatized child."

"As a soldier and officer, I followed my direct orders to safely transport a hostage of tactical relevance, Sir. I spoke with your son, kept him close, once I realized how scared he was and that it was possible to ask for his promise to cooperate which he would heed", Dietrich explains with an outward matter-of-factual manner, while internally struggling with his emotions. "Miles told me that the man who took him, which is you apparently, let him sleep in his room. Is that true?", the British officer asks suspiciously. Now Dietrich tenses visibly and his eyes narrow, as he growls: "I don't know what you want to accuse me of, but I surely had no indecent thoughts about that. The alternative would have been to lock and tie him up during the night which would only have served to scare and traumatize the obviously distraught boy even more." Ari's grip around him tightens and he whimpers, as he presses closer against his beloved caregiver, apparently scared by his tone. "Did he touch you in any way?", Simms asks his son who nods. The German Captain looks openly shocked by the response as does Sam Troy. "How?", the General inquires with the tone of a lurking predator stalking its prey. Miles points at the German Captain and his ward around whose shoulders he has placed his arm, squeezing his shoulder gently.

Hans and Sam visibly relax, while General Simms still eyes the young officer suspiciously. "Why would you do that?", he harshly insists on receiving an explanation. "Should I have pointed a gun at a scared child instead? I merely needed to keep him under control and from acting rashly which might have gotten him seriously injured or killed, if any of the guards would have shot at him, should he have tried to flee or moved in the wrong way", the German Captain growls back, finally frustrated enough by the unjust accusations that his temper starts to flare. "You Germans are truly backstabbing and immoral cowards, kidnapping and abusing children like common criminals. Or is it just you, Captain Dietrich? What else would one expect from a traitor turning his coat to save his worthless life", Simms snarls with contempt dripping from his voice. Not only Dietrich but also Troy reacts visibly to the affronting accusations. While the German Captain is torn between wounded pride and self-loathing induced by his guilty conscience, his Sergeant snarls lividly: "Our Captain's an honorable and brave man." "Please don't be angry, Sam!", Ari cries desperately, trying to calm his brother's friend, while clinging to the young officer who has tensed into a fight or flight stance. The Jewish orphan's heart wrenching plea shakes the proud Captain out of his own reverie, as he has already prepared himself to verbally lash out against the British officer without caring about the consequences for himself anymore. But he cares enough about the orphan to swallow his own stubborn pride. "I changed sides to free my homeland of its worst enemies who shackle and abuse it in the form of the Nazis", Hans counters with a tone that is icy enough to send a shiver down the spine of some of the soldiers present. "I don't owe you any justification beyond that, General Simms."

The British officer notices the shift of attitude of the young German Captain. While he has been defensive and compliant until now his willingness to cross blades over the matter has become quite clear. For the first time, Simms realizes how strange it is that the lean officer treats the dark-skinned native boy who looks nothing like him as if he were his son. "Who's this boy?", the British General inquires with suspicion. "This is Ari ben Levi. As I said during my 'interview', he is the only survivor of a massacre the SS committed among the Jewish town inhabitants of my base, killing his whole family. Having my troops shoot at them rather than innocent civilians earned me my own death sentence from which I escaped through defecting to the allies, saving my worthless life", Dietrich explains coldly, spitting the last part with actual anger, while Ari buries his face in his shirt, shivering slightly. "It's okay, Ari. Nobody will hurt you here", the German Captain adds in a gentle and compassionate tone that is in such a stark contrast to the icy voice he has used with the British officer that everybody looks astounded. "Leave them in peace! Dietrich's a good guy, as anyone around can tell you", Troy intercedes angrily. "Troy", Hans orders sharply, shaking his head ever so slightly to rein in his stubborn Sergeant who does not care in the least about ranks or propriety which could possibly make this situation even worse as has already happened with Captain Warren.

The tall young German officer gently nudges Ari to let go of him, so he can crouch with his left knee on the ground to stabilize himself. The Jewish orphan happily wraps his arms around his beloved caregiver's neck, burying his face in his left shoulder. "Miles", Dietrich addresses the other boy directly now, while gently rubbing the sobbing Ari's back. "I'm truly sorry that you had to suffer through all that happened to you. I promise you that I never had any intention to hurt you and swear to you on my life and my honor as an officer that I will never harm you in any way as an officer of the Allied forces." The mute boy stares at him with wide eyes, torn between fear and the feeling that he has felt safest during his captivity when staying close to the German Captain who is now here with him again. Memories of the first night with the enemy troops that have abducted him come to the boy unbidden. All those men with their harsh foreign language and their brutal way of pushing him and dragging him along without caring whether he wanted to go or not. Most have not even spoken in English or only barked sharp intimidating commands, until the tall brown-haired officer has appeared and taken him into his custody. Miles has recognized that he is an officer, as he has ordered the others to leave him in peace and they have complied. Then he has taken the British boy with him and started to interview him.

After speaking sternly but calmly with his captive in English, the lean foreign officer has realized that Miles would not answer. However, he has not been angry or shouted at him like many men before, or suspected him of trying to fool him like the other more brutal Germans who have hit him for not speaking. Instead this soldier has merely patiently asked questions which Miles has been able to answer with nodding or shaking his head. When the brown-haired man in charge of the others has turned to leave his room, Miles has run after him and held onto his belt, surprising the young officer who has reached for his weapon, but quickly discarded the notion, once he has realized that the boy has not intended to attack him, but only wanted to stay with him. After asking for Miles' promise to neither attack anybody nor try to flee, the lean German commander of the transport has allowed the young Brit to come with him to his room. There, he has shared his own dinner with the mute boy, splitting his food on two plates and handing Miles half of his strange dark loaf of bread which has not tasted bad, but weird. When the child has broken down crying in the night, the young officer has knelt before him and placed his hand on Miles' shoulder, just as he does now with the dark-skinned boy next to him. The whole posture of the lean German makes the memory vivid and almost feel real, although it would never have occurred to him to hug the foreign soldier as this boy does.

"Miles", Hans speaks gently to the British boy who seems to stare through him rather than looking at him. "Remember please! I have never hurt you or struck you", Dietrich repeats with cautious intent. "You even stayed close to me, because you were scared of the others." Miles Simms finally shakes his head, as he is drawing himself out of his memories, trying to focus on what is said. "So it's not true", the General snarls lividly, misinterpreting his son's action purposefully in his anger and hatred toward the German. "Has he hurt you or struck you, Miles?" The scrawny British boy shakes his head vehemently, now that he is focused on reality again. "Then has he forced you to stay close to him?", the Brit spits hatefully. Again Miles shakes his head, almost desperate, as he feels scared himself by his father's angry tone.

"Miles, you ran after me and even without words pleaded to stay with me, haven't you?", Hans asks in a far more gentle tone. This time the British boy nods. "I wanted to leave you alone to eat or sleep or during travel, but you clutched my arm or belt to not let me go away. Isn't this true?", Dietrich continues very cautiously. Again Miles nods. "Did you do this, because you were scared of me or I forced you to do so?", the young Captain continues his gentle and patient inquiry, obviously familiar with the practice to put questions to the mute child which he can answer without needing to talk. This time Miles shakes his head vehemently. "Did you want to stay with me, because you felt safer with me than the other German soldiers?", he asks and after a brief moment of hesitation Miles finally nods. "Have I ever struck you or mistreated you in any way?", the lean Captain cautiously continues and again the blond boy shakes his head. "When I put my arm on your shoulder it was because you woke up in the night, crying and scared. I tried to help you and console you, not harm you. Is that true?" Again the mute boy nods and Hans silently breathes a sigh of relief.

"Does this answer your questions sufficiently, General Simms?", the lean young officer inquires with a tormented tone. The British General actually hesitates, before sighing wearily: "I suppose it does. You were not high enough up the ranks to be responsible for the orders. At least you could tell me who was behind this. Miles, do you feel threatened by him now?" The sudden question to the boy takes both Dietrich and Miles by surprise. After staring at the German Captain intently for a few seconds, the blond Brit finally shakes his head. Again General Simms focuses his attention on the younger officer who appears more drawn and bruised than cowardly or lurking. "Forgive me for my rather shortsighted accusations, Captain Dietrich. My worry about my son and anger about his mistreatment have driven me", he finally tells Dietrich who smiles wryly in response. "Believe me. I know what you're talking about since taking care of Ari." As the lean officer squeezes the boy's shoulder gently, the Jewish orphan nudges against his chest, before kissing him on the cheek and muttering: "Thank you, Hans." His unflinching trust in the former Wehrmacht officer is well demonstrated by his behaviour.

"Ari, I want you and Kiri to leave Miles Simms in peace and never harm or ridicule him in any way", the German Captain speaks sternly with the young orphan. "Will you promise me this?" "I promise, Hans", Ari replies immediately. "I don't want to harm anyone." "Do you want to get to know Ari?", General Simms asks his intimidated son who freezes, as Miles appears unsure whether he should be happy or scared of the notion of befriending other children. "Hello. I'm Ari", the Jewish orphan greets the other with a friendly smile and wave of his hand, after some gentle nudging through his caregiver to be the first to approach the other. Miles Simms looks a bit scared before waving back shyly. "Miles does not talk. So you have to ask questions which he can answer with 'yes' and 'no', okay?", Hans whispers gently to the native boy. Ari nods eagerly and tries it. "Do you want to meet Kiri?" Miles blinks, looking unsure. "Kiri is a Bedouin girl of Ari's age, around six. She's a bit headstrong, but she has a heart of gold. Her parents died, as did Ari's", Dietrich provides his explanation. Miles Simms looks at his father with a questioning gaze at which the General shrugs. "It's good if you meet other children, since you're only ever among adults here. Maybe you can make some new friends and play a bit, Miles." "We know many games and stories", Ari offers with an openhearted smile. After a few more moments of hesitation, Miles finally nods cautiously. The German Captain smiles warmly at the boys, more so than Miles' own father who bears a wary expression. "Troy, would you fetch Kiri please to introduce her", Dietrich orders and the American Sergeant darts off after checking that his CO is not in immediate danger anymore.

While Troy runs off, Hans gently nudges Ari to approach the other boy, keeping some distance himself. Miles Simms relaxes in the presence of the calm, friendly and gentle boy who treats him with curiosity and compassion, but is neither pushy nor prejudiced. "Woof", an unexpected party, Fritz, announces his presence, as he comes running through the courtyard, once he has recognized his master's voice. The brown dog jumps up to place his front paws on the crouching German's thigh and puts his snout in between his paws, pleading for cuddles with big brown puppy eyes. "Meow", Bastet declares triumphantly, as she has used the distraction of her partner in crime to successfully sneak up on the young officer and jump onto his other leg which is not such a success and Hans has to catch her quickly, before she tears his trousers with her claws, trying to lift herself up. "Fritz, Bastet", Ari exclaims with joy. "Come, Miles!", he innocently wants to grab the other's hand who winces and takes a step backward, moaning with surprise. "Careful, Ari!", Hans scolds gently, while General Simms calms his son who has mainly been startled, but not hurt. "Both are harmless and friendly, in particular Fritz the dog", Dietrich explains with a calm and gentle tone. Fritz agrees with a "woof" and wags his tail in a friendly manner, while Bastet enjoys being held against Hans' chest, purring loudly. Very cautiously Miles draws nearer, always observing the German officer warily. "Fritz!", Ari calls the dog that jumps up at him enthusiastically and accepts his cuddles, while licking Ari's chin and hands. The young Simms son appears rather scared and overwhelmed by the loud animal however, as he avoids the couple and after a long pause of hesitation approaches Dietrich with another cautious step. Miles never takes his wide eyes off the kitten that looks up and observes him curiously, now that he comes closer. "Meow", Bastet expresses her innocent curiosity, as the little cat stares at him with her big blue baby eyes.

"Don't be pushy with her. Let her sniff your hand and give her time to accept you! She's still a small kitten and scared easily, when somebody uses force or moves too quickly, as you can probably understand, Miles", the young Captain explains gently. The British boy hesitates for several long moments until he takes the final step that brings him within touching range of the German officer and holds out his hand for the kitten to sniff which Bastet does curiously. After a few moments she rubs her head against the small hand and meows quietly. The boy winces a bit startled, but smiles shyly, when he finally pets the kitten over the head. "Her name is Bastet", Hans introduces her with a calm and gentle tone. "Meow", the kitten agrees upon hearing her name and tries to playfully catch Miles' hand with her paw. Although he appears a bit intimidated, the boy quickly drops his fear and plays with the kitten, making Hans Dietrich struggle hard to keep her held in his arms.

"Look who I've got here!", Troy announces Kiri's arrival. "Bastet is my kitten", Kiri declares to clarify this for everyone present. "Bastet is all our kitten. Kiri, I want you to get to know Miles Simms. He does not speak at all, but is a friendly boy. You will get to know him more, when you play together in the following days", the young Captain introduces her gently, before adding sternly: "Neither you nor Ari will hurt, harm or be unfriendly to him. Is this clear, Kiri?" The girl looks surprised by his strict tone, but nods obediently. "Yes, Ioannes. I don't want to be unfriendly or hurt him." Hans smiles at her gently. "Thank you, Kiri. I know you're a nice girl and you will like him." Kiri looks curiously from her brother to the new boy, before declaring insistently: "Bastet is my kitten." "Bastet is all our kitten, Kiri", Dietrich counters patiently. "And she likes Miles. You can share the kitten with him a little." "Meow", the little cat comments unhappily, when Kiri gets too close too quickly, pressing against Hans' chest.

The Rats have joined the whole commotion as well by now and comment on the events. "That's the kid Sarge rescued from that island in the middle of nowhere. Remember that Greek guy he chatted with?", Hitch declares. Tully shudders quietly at the memory of the boat, since he hates boats with passion, hiding his reaction masterly behind shifting his matchstick. "A truly ruthless operation to kidnap a child to blackmail the father", Moffit scoffs. "What's Cap got to do with it?", Kevin O'Donnell asks incredulously. "As you heard, he was charged with transporting the boy after he had been abducted", Jack summarizes. "As kidnappers go, he's one of the most compassionate ones to take care of a scared child. The boy hasn't been harmed after all throughout the whole journey with Captain Dietrich."

"Moffit, come here please!", Hans calls the British Sergeant and hands the baffled man the kitten Bastet who snuggles against him immediately. "Hold Bastet and keep the children entertained!", he tells the Englishman quietly. "I need to speak with General Simms." "Aye, Captain", Jack replies quietly, taking over kitten duty, while Dietrich approaches the British General who observes the whole scene with a mixture of incredulity and apprehension. "General Simms", the German Captain addresses the man calmly. "I hope that you don't hold what happened to your son against me, as I had no choice but to comply with my orders." Simms studies the young man's bruised face, before finally nodding: "I know that you're not guilty of what I have accused you of in rage. Miles would never have approached you, if you had ever harmed him in any way. He is far too sensitive to forget something bad that happened to him." After hesitating for a moment, he adds quietly: "I should probably thank you for keeping him protected from far worse treatment through your actions." Hans bows his head slightly. "It was my duty and a matter of principle to not harm an innocent child."

The German Captain asks cautiously: "May I ask whether the woman who accompanied you was your wife?" "My wife is dead", the General snaps harshly, before adding in a softer tone: "which is part of the reason for Miles' behaviour." Briefly, he observes his son who together with Kiri is petting Bastet over the head. "I have almost forgotten that he is a child and in need of other children through my worry to keep him safe after what happened. Where do your wards stay during your duty?" Dietrich tenses slightly, as he admits: "Unfortunately, the field hospital with the nurses and the convalescent Captain Troy have been my best option for keeping them protected and entertained most of the time. I know that this is not the most appropriate atmosphere for children, but there are no schools to send them to around here." Simms studies him carefully, before speaking. "I have a proposal for you to make, Captain Dietrich. Miles has a private tutor during the day, but is usually all alone which leaves him awkward in dealing with other children. Your wards Ari and Kiri could join him for lessons which would allow him to learn how to deal with youngsters, not just adults. It's not healthy for a boy to not be among children of his own age and Miles has not been that for years by now." Hans looks openly surprised, as he mutters: "I'm very grateful for such an offer, as I could never arrange anything like this and it really offers a future perspective to Ari and Kiri beyond having to leave their home after losing their entire families." "I would consider allowing them a few days to get to know each other and become accustomed to the arrangement, before we finally go through with this", General Simms suggests. "If they get along well, we can make this arrangement permanent." "I'm in your debt, General, if this actually works out", the German Captain replies with a bow. "Explain to your wards what will happen, I'll do the same with Miles!", Simms orders sternly.

Ari and Kiri are quick to persuade to get a new friend and actual lessons with a tutor. "I can finally learn to draw words", the Jewish boy mutters happily, smiling from ear to ear. "I hope he knows good stories", Kiri declares with a pout. "I'm sure he knows good stories and will tell you some, if you behave well", Hans tells her gently. "Can Bastet come with us?", the Bedouin girl asks. "Bastet is a kitten. She wants freedom. She might join you sometimes, but will not always be with you", the German Captain explains calmly. "You should see that education is an opportunity for you both", Jack tries to support the young officer. "I went to school for many years, learned far more than just to read and write and now what I learned helps me a lot." "When I can read, I can learn stories like the ones Mark told me?", Ari asks curiously. "Yes, Ari", Hans assures him. "Through reading you open the door to a whole new world of stories and ideas. You can learn, but also relax, laugh or live through adventures only in your imagination." Both Ari and Kiri stare at him with fascination now. "I also want to read!", Kiri demands. "You will both learn it. So behave yourselves well and always pay attention!" "We will", both promise simultaneously, making Dietrich smile with amusement, as he feels proud of his wards.

The young woman who has sat in the car with the General before, approaches them now and looks at the two native children with a mixture of puzzlement, gentleness and strictness. "You two are Ari and Kiri?", she finally asks. "Yes, Sir", the Jewish boy replies diligently. While Dietrich is a bit embarrassed on his ward's behalf, the brown-haired British woman chuckles with amusement. "You address me with 'Miss', as I'm an unmarried woman, not an officer", she explains calmly. "Yes, Miss", Ari confirms that he has understood this and she smiles at him. "You're really a nice boy, Ari." "Why don't we say Ma'am, like with Erica?", Kiri wants to know. "Major Timberlake, the head nurse", Hans provides as information to the baffled nanny with a stage whisper. "Since I don't know her, I can only assume that she is married, while I am not", the woman replies curtly. "I'm Miss Jane Lincoln. I take care of Miles Simms and apparently you as well during our tutoring sessions."

"You're also Miles' tutor?", the German Captain asks with astonishment. "Why shouldn't I be?", Jane Lincoln asks sternly. "I'm trained as a teacher and even worked in a primary school for two years, before becoming a private tutor." The German Captain raises his arms defensively, embarrassed to have been misunderstood so terribly. "I didn't mean to offend you, Miss Lincoln. I was merely surprised that you are charged with the double effort of taking care of the boy and providing his education." "It is indeed somewhat unusual, you have to admit, Miss Lincoln", Jack Moffit tries to support the young officer. "I have experience with muted children, as my younger sister turned mute after an accident. That's why I took the position of Miles' nanny, but also offered to General Simms to work as his tutor as well, since any average tutor would be challenged in dealing with his condition and inability to answer in the same manner as other children. This could have traumatized Miles even more."

"Do you think that teaching Ari and Kiri along with him will work out?", Hans asks with honest concern for his wards. "They're nice and well-behaved, although I can notice that Kiri will be very headstrong. I'm sure they do Miles some good for learning to interact with people of his own age, but also for simply playing and drawing and laughing which children should do, especially ones who suffered great traumata", she replies with obvious enthusiasm for her job and empathy for her ward. "I'm immensely grateful, Miss Lincoln, for the care and education you provide Ari and Kiri with", Dietrich tells her, bowing politely. "You're their foster father?", she asks, wondering why the young officer looks flustered. "No", Hans answers hoarsely. "I'm merely doing my best to take care of them until they can safely be adopted by loving families, far away from this warzone." "You're a really compassionate man for an officer", the young nanny mutters, looking astonished. "Fighting to defend one's country and one's people is not a contradiction to empathy and compassion, Miss Lincoln", Dietrich counters. "Our dear Captain is a humanist and humanitarian, Miss Lincoln", Jack Moffit adds with a smile.

Jane Lincoln looks a bit astounded, but then smiles. "I will see you when you pick up your wards. I would like to speak about their behaviour, once I have had some time to get to know them, Captain. What is your name again?" "Dietrich, Hans Dietrich", the young officer replies with a fatalistic tone, clearly pronouncing his name in a German manner. "You're exiled from Germany?", Jane Lincoln inquires unperturbed. "Yes. In a way I am", Hans replies honestly, a bit baffled by her lack of a clear reaction. "My sister lost her speech, because she saw our mother die during one of the German Air raids against London", the English teacher replies without any emotion in her tone, even though the German Captain has tensed visibly. Jack Moffit's expression however turns into a mask of anger and loathing. "I understand your sentiment to hate all Germans, as I lost my younger brother in a similar manner. I can assure you though that Captain Dietrich is an honorable and chivalrous man." Jane meets his gaze directly now. "If you think that I have reason to hate all Germans you might be right. Still I don't want to, not because I like the Germans or their politics, but because I have grown up believing that prejudices are merely shackles we place on ourselves." Turning toward Dietrich she speaks calmly: "I don't judge you by where you were born, but how you treat the children you are in charge of. I will do my best to teach them and in getting to know them will also get to know you." Dietrich bows again politely, as he replies honestly: "Thank you, Miss Lincoln. I'm truly grateful for all your efforts on our behalf and not condemning me."

With Kiri and Ari safely in Miss Lincoln's care, Hans Dietrich and his Rats can return to their original purpose of training karate for which the German Captain allows Gottschlich again the position of instructor. Similarly to the previous day they take off their jackets, shirts and belts which would suffer from the training through sweat and being torn or simply be in the way. After several rounds practicing and internalizing the defensive and offensive techniques to be used with arms and legs, Riku allows them to start sparring. This time he pairs up with Moffit and Dietrich as a third partner standing in a triangle to provide them with better instructions through showing techniques directly.

Major Fisher, who has the intention of speaking with the German officer, observes their training for a while from the office building's entrance, before approaching the Rats who stop their actions, once they notice him. "Hey, Captain. Someone wants to talk with you!", Troy announces for Dietrich who is still listening to Gottschlich's instructions. "I would ask you to accompany me, Captain Dietrich", the American Major declares with formality, observing the German officer's skinny stature and countless bruises and scars with an unmoved expression, although he worries internally about the younger man's state of health. Without his shirt Dietrich looks to be in an even worse condition than he has appeared when standing in front of him two days ago. "Of course, Major Fisher", the tall Captain agrees immediately. "I apologize for my appearance and will get dressed again properly in a moment." "I understand now why the medics took you off duty immediately. You're hardly in a healthy state and able to withstand actual strain or combat", the American Major mutters sternly. "My state of health isn't my fault", Dietrich growls defensively. "I didn't say that, merely that you need to recover, Captain Dietrich", Fisher counters sternly.

The younger German follows the American officer toward his office where Captain Boggs waits as well. "Your soldiers Pettigrew and Gottschlich were cleared of the charges of attacking fellow soldiers, as their perpetrators have provided some contradictory statements, while your men's statements were consistent and also confirmed by Lieutenant Olson, the nurse on duty", Major Fisher informs him. "You know how to play these games, Dietrich. You're a German Captain who has been brought up with the rules and structure of the military, stemming from an officers' family", Boggs argues. "How could things escalate then with Captain Warren that Troy threatened his life and he accuses you of plotting his murder now?" Hans Dietrich looks astounded and even shocked by the last part of his statement which is completely new to him. "Troy spoke before thinking as usual. Captain Warren accused him of threatening an officer, but I immediately involved Colonel Ranking to avoid further troubles", the young Captain argues. "The Colonel spoke with me and confirmed that. But you still stand accused of plotting the murder a U.S. army officer, Dietrich", Major Fisher counters. Dietrich looks utterly frustrated, as he growls wearily: "It appears I can only lose, even when adhering to the rules. This is far too familiar." "You're not treated as you were by the SS", Boggs counters immediately, realizing what the German Captain is thinking. "Warren wants me convicted for treason and sent to a POW camp which is the equivalent of a death sentence for me. He is an established and trusted officer of the U.S. army, while I still served in the Wehrmacht two months ago. My word will never count more than his, when he comes after me. How is that different from the SS?", Dietrich growls and his desperation actually shows from his tone and expression.

Boggs grabs the younger officer by the left shoulder who adopts a defensive stance on instinct, grabbing his wrist, before even realizing what he is doing until letting go of his commanding officer immediately once he does. "Listen, Dietrich! I know you don't trust in the Allied officers and not to be sold out by your superiors, but I swear to you that I won't allow them to send you to prison innocently", James Boggs argues with his second in command, meeting the tormented brown eyes with an earnest gaze. "Do you trust me to do that?" Hans struggles with the question and implications. Is he willing to trust the American Captain with his life in the same manner as he trusts Troy and his Rats? Possibly not. Can he afford to offend his only ally among the Allied officers, willing to stand by him? Definitely not. "I don't know you in the same way as I know my men, Captain Boggs", Dietrich grinds out reluctantly, unwilling to lie. "Thus, I don't trust you in the same way. But I trust you not to sell me out or abandon me." The older American Captain pats the younger German's shoulder in a reassuring gesture. "I won't. I guarantee you that." Major Fisher has observed the interaction with interest and comments now: "We have no interest in selling you out, Dietrich. Unlike what you believe about us, we have no interest in losing a good officer and we're well aware that you have nowhere to turn and no interest in such conspiracies."

Dietrich eyes him warily, but nods. "Forgive me for not risking my life by blindly relying on this, Major Fisher! I believe that you speak the truth from your perspective, but I have learned the hard way that secret agendas of different parties exist." The Major exchanges a glance with the American Captain, before replying: "Colonel Ranking told me about several Yankees and a Tommy Sergeant standing up in your defense unexpectedly. They argued that they knew you from the journey to Tobruk." "Leave the men in peace! They committed no crime by telling the truth in Troy's defense", Dietrich immediately rises in their defense. "I have no intention to attack the men. On the contrary, I wanted to assure you that you have more defenders than you believe, Captain Dietrich", Major Fisher argues. "With all due respect, Major. My men of my Wehrmacht unit were willing to follow me into enemy captivity, even though I had been convicted for treason. The loyalty of the enlisted men counts nothing in such a situation. This I have learned in the hardest possible way", Hans counters bitterly. "You're not sentenced yet, Captain. I will present your case to the General. General Atkins has no intention of losing you to such an unnecessary quarrel. If this escalates in such a manner, Captain Warren and his unit will have to be moved, as you cannot, given your state of health and the requirements for training your unit members", Major Fisher argues. "Thank you, Major", the German Captain replies cautiously. "I know you are required to have a lot of faith in men who were your enemies not long ago, Captain. I assure you that none of us wants you to be cast out or killed." "I believe you, when you speak about the two of you, but not when every American officer is concerned, as this would include Captain Warren", the young officer mutters wearily. Boggs observes him with concern and sympathy. "Captain Dietrich is right that he has been attacked and threatened before by American officers", he supports his younger second in command. "Let me handle this!", Major Fisher states coolly. "You're dismissed, Captain Dietrich. You stay, Captain Boggs! We need to talk."

When Dietrich returns to the courtyard Sam Troy storms toward him. "What happened? What did that Major want from you? You've done nothing wrong." "He didn't accuse me", Hans counters wearily. "He wanted to inform me that Pettigrew and Gottschlich are officially cleared. Also that he and Boggs don't want to cast me out yet." "They'd better", Sam growls, when he notices some commotion where he has left the rest of their unit. Several men have gathered there and the German Captain hurries along with his American Sergeant to reach them, as meanwhile Captain Warren has spotted the Rats waiting for their Captain and Sergeant. With an angry glower the beefy American has stomped toward the young Corporal waiting to continue with their karate training, once he has noticed the Japanese descended soldier he has tried to get out of the American army for a while now. "You damned slant-eyed bastard shouldn't be around us honest folks and spread your perverted ways", the intimidating officer snarls at Gottschlich who shrinks back defensively. "I..I'm a..an A..american a..as w..well, ", the young man stammers. "You half-Jap sound and look even less American than your damned kraut Captain", the infantry Captain continues to harass the young soldier.

"What is going on here?", Hans Dietrich inquires sternly, as he approaches the scene, closely followed by Troy who takes position at his right side, glaring at the other Captain. "I'm asking myself the same question. Why is that worthless half-breed running around here and showing our enemies' ways of fighting to honest American and British folks, just like myself. How do my men and I deserve such a display, when we have to watch this freak show in the courtyard? And why the heck do we let a cowardly kraut traitor cover such behaviour?", the officer counters in a provocative manner. "I would implore you to consider your words and attitude, Captain Warren", the German states in a tone that is icy enough to make Gottschlich, Hitchcock and Kevin O'Donnell shiver slightly, as the skinny Captain is pronouncing the rank title and name like an insult in itself. Hans has had enough discussions with the narrow-minded, arrogant men that would fit far better with the SS and the current German regime than he ever has to not reach his own limit at some point. Only years of serving in the Wehrmacht, having to fear denunciation and the deportation of his family to a concentration camp, have taught him to not jump at the man's throat angrily as Troy is about to do, only kept back by Dietrich's and Moffit's hand on his shoulders.

The bulky American glares at the lean younger Captain with a hateful expression, as he snarls: "I challenge you to prove to me that this jumping around like a crazy monkey is actually worth as much as some good old wrestling and boxing. This ape shall fight me and I'll show him his place." Corporal Gottschlich looks at Dietrich with a pleading gaze, while the German's expression turns fierce and Troy bares his teeth in a livid snarl. "You will not challenge Corporal Gottschlich to a fight which will allow you to either ridicule him, if he loses, or accuse him of attacking an officer, if he wins. However I will accept your duel on my man's behalf and fight against you, since I have received training in his fighting style." The older Captain stares at the tall skinny German officer incredulously while Hans meets his gaze proudly without any indication of fear or doubt. "You want to challenge me?", the beefy man asks harshly, before starting to laugh. "Fine. Let's fight then! I've wanted to beat up a big-mouthed kraut for a while and now I got one volunteering." The younger German Captain bristles visibly, before snarling angrily: "You'd better remember that I hold the rank of a Captain in the U.S. army as well, Captain Warren, and stop your slander immediately, before I have to ask our superiors for settling this matter rather than we doing so honorably ourselves." With a tone that holds no sincerity, the older Captain replies, pronouncing each word like an insult, before spitting the German name: "My apologies, Captain Dietrich."

Dietrich ignores the insolent farce that he does not consider worth mentioning, as he growls with righteous anger, fed up after weeks of being at the receiving end of prejudices himself and more than one round of fruitless discussions to call back his men from harassing Corporal Gottschlich or himself: "If you want to fight over a respectful treatment of your fellow soldiers and officers, so be it!" Timothy Warren's eyes spark with glee, while Troy is incredulous, growling: "Have you lost it, Dietrich? What are you doing?" "The only honorable thing I can", Hans counters vehemently, adding with a whisper: "I know what I'm doing. Moffit, call Boggs or Fisher here immediately!" The British Sergeant dashes off without asking any further questions, a quality which makes the German truly appreciate him. Before fighting a man like Warren, Hans Dietrich wants the rules clearly set out and agreed on publicly. Turning to the other officer and his entourage, he declares: "No weapons. We take off shoes, jackets, shirts and belts, wearing just trousers. I insist on an impartial judgeto assure that this is an honorable duel between officers, as I stand in defense of my Corporal's and my honor." With a dark scowl Troy growls with annoyance: "How's that a fair fight? You've barely recovered from your injuries, Captain." The other officer sneers: "Is this your way of backing out of a challenge, Captain Dietrich, claiming medical inadequacy?" He pronounces the rank title like an insult, spitting the German name with contempt and obviously no idea about the pronunciation, angering Dietrich even more. "I'm fit enough to fight", the German officer insists stubbornly and starts to unbutton his jacket which the other officer copies.

Jack Moffit returns two minutes later with Captain Boggs in tow, calling: "I brought you an impartial referee." The American Captain looks at the spectacle incredulously, as two of his colleagues have handed their belts, jackets and shirts to their men, while taking off their boots to start what looks like a pit fight. Although these particular two Captains have hated each other with passion from the moment they have met for the first time, this form of escalation takes Boggs by surprise. Captain Warren warms himself up, while making derisive comments about his opponent and his unit of mongrels, pointing out how easy it will be to beat a man with such a skinny stature. "Look at those countless scars. No wonder he's come crawling to us with his tail between his legs like the cowardly dog he is. No army would keep such an incompetent officer." Sergeant Clarence nods at his commanding officer's assessment and adds his own: "Looks like we're lucky that you'll win this fight as easily as we'll win this war, Captain, since the krauts can't even manage to keep themselves fed. Doesn't he look more like a scarecrow than a soldier?"

Warren's German opponent bears a grim expression as well, as he warms up his muscles, by now surrounded by his men who all look worried and concerned. Sam Troy holds Dietrich's possessions and tries to implore the Captain to let him fight instead of him. "Come one, Captain! You're a smart guy and you know just as well as we do that this is just a trap and that bastard just waits for an excuse to beat you up badly. You're still barely more than skin and bone and still got your stitches in the side from the last time the Yankee brass attacked you!" However Hans refuses, arguing: "You don't understand, Troy. I must not let any of you fight instead, as you all have a lower rank than Warren and he will have you grievously punished for attacking an officer, just like he would have planned for Corporal Gottschlich. This is a matter of honor now. I must not back down." "But you're a Jerry? Aren't you afraid that he'll use that to come after you as well? Accuse you of treason or something like that?", Sam counters. "That's why I've asked for an impartial referee", Hans replies, before turning to the one officer on the American side he trusts fully in the current situation: "Thank you, Captain Boggs, for joining us. Captain Warren and I will fight an honorable duel with bare hands only in order to test Corporal Gottschlich's Japanese fighting style karate against the Western style." "Fighting is no monkey business like what the stinking Jap wants to introduce here", Warren adds with a grim expression, while Dietrich glares at him.

"This is also meant to settle the Captain's constant slanders against the Corporal and myself once and for all, as this is also a duel to settle the matter of honor of how to treat my unit members and others among the base without racist slurs", the young officer explains to his astounded colleague with a determined expression, speaking loud enough that the soldiers assembling in the courtyard to learn the reason for the gathering can hear him as well. "I'll show you kraut and your Jap bastard kid your places!", the bulky Captain promises quietly enough to only be heard by Dietrich and Boggs, before he spits on the ground as a sign of contempt. "We will see who will learn his place", the German counters grimly in a louder tone. "Captain Warren and Captain Dietrich will fight an honorable duel which lasts until one party surrenders or is knocked out of the fight", James Boggs declares loudly, taking his position as referee seriously. Warren smirks contently, as he snarls contemptuously: "That's my preferable way of ending this for you, kraut." "Captain Dietrich is a U.S. army officer", Boggs intercedes sternly, when he hears the verbal attack against his younger colleague, by now angry enough on Dietrich's behalf. "Like hell he is, Boggs. That's as little a Yankee as that slant eyed kid he's protecting or this negro mongrel he's adopted from the Brits", the experienced Captain counters angrily. "It's about time, someone shows them all their place."

Thomas Anaru scowls angrily at the American, growling: "I'm an honorable warrior of the Te Arawa iwi." Daniel O'Donnell nods and mutters to him: "Let's hope our Captain Sherlock manages to show that ratbag his place before we have to do it, Tommy." Hitch puts his hand on Gottschlich's shoulder who looks like he would like to burst into tears and whispers: "Don't worry, Gotty! We're standing with you. Cap will show that ass that he can't treat people like that. I bet on it." "Anyone else who wants to place bets?", Tully asks among the soldiers who start to arrive to watch the spectacle. "Warren vs. Dietrich, odds are 1:3", he offers. Most of the local soldiers put the skinny, scarred and bruised German officer under scrutiny for a few seconds before placing their bets on the American. A brown-skinned Indian officer in a British uniform and a similar looking Corporal with a turban and long beard bet on the German unexpectedly and join the side of the Rats and few other supporters of the German Captain which is visibly smaller than the other side around Warren's unit. Further spectators fill up the circle and almost all of them bet on Warren, considering it easy money to be made, even if they do not like the American Captain or support his attitude.

"We wanna bet on our Captain!", Kevin tells his comrade Pettigrew, as Danny and Thomas nod in unison. "An honorable bet is a sign of true sportsmanship and there is only one man I can bet on", Moffit declares with a nasal tone, eyeing the American Captain Warren with actual contempt. "Count me in, Tully. I bet on Dietrich on principle. Five dollars", Troy shouts over to the Kentuckian. "You've learned your lesson not to bet against me", Hans comments with a smirk, as he stretches and warms his muscles. Captain Warren similarly warms up, cracking his knuckles loudly in an attempt to intimidate his opponent who frowns at him unperturbed. More and more people of the complex join the crowd, as such an unusual spectacle automatically draws attention. When Mary Falkowsky realizes what is going on, she immediately dashes off to call the other nurses and doctors. They might be needed after all.

Wilbur Orwell quietly takes position at the back of the crowd, observing the spectacle. If the Yankees want to bash their heads for everyone's entertainment, no one should keep them from doing so. Normally he would cheer at anyone giving a kraut a good thrashing. But Dietrich is fighting on their side and standing up for the more honorable cause. Even if Wilbur Orwell considers his noble sacrifice pure idiocy, he cannot bring himself to cheer or bet against the bruised young officer who fights against the Nazis with at least as much conviction as he himself and defends one of his men who gets frequently attacked and ridiculed, because it is the right thing to do. Although Fagin distrusts the slant-eyed Corporal and the Maori Private himself, he hates the likes of Warren even more, as they remind him far too clearly of the SS types. McLean would never dream of something like this which makes him an excellent spymaster, but not a man one can like or wish to give one's life for, like the Rats would for Dietrich any time. Wilbur Orwell starts to understand why the Allied soldiers of various backgrounds have such unshakable trust in a recently defected German officer.

At James Boggs' signal both fighters take positions at opposite ends of the area that has been declared a fighting arena. "No weapons. No hits below the belt or striking at an already unconscious opponent's head or body ...", the American Captain recounts the list of rules applying for the fight. "I want to remind Captain Warren that he specifically asked to test the fighting style of karate which includes fighting with one's legs and feet in addition to one's hands", Dietrich points out diligently. "Duly noted", Boggs replies, while Warren sneers: "Fighting with hands and feet won't save you, kraut coward." "This fight ends when one of the opponents gets knocked out or surrenders", the American Captain reminds them all of the final rule. Several cheers resound from Captain Warren's corner who has a much larger group of fans than the unknown German who mainly has some LRDP soldiers of Boggs' unit, several of Major Bracken's men, the two Indians and the medical personnel, which is pushing its way to the front, on his side apart from his unit. "Captain Dietrich, I warn you that I won't let you out of the field hospital for a week, if you get injured in this fight!", Doctor Rothschild shouts with annoyance, before placing a bet with Tully Pettigrew. "I told you that you're integrating far too well with the Yankees, when it comes to such shenanigans", Peter Andrews adds with a stern scowl. "Please, Captain Dietrich, watch out!" Deirdre O'Donnell shouts in the young officer's direction, as her whole body shivers with nervousness. Squeezing her cousin Danny's hand, she repeats her quiet prayer: "Please, God, don't let him be hurt!"

As soon as Boggs gives the signal, Warren charges like a bull stung by a wasp and Hans barely manages to jump to the side to avoid being run over. Focusing on how this fighting style differs from how he is used to fighting he uses his momentum to take a swing at his opponent's back with his leg. As the American stumbles forward, he bares his teeth in a savage snarl, before charging again. Moving swiftly, Dietrich avoids his next attack and also his new method of whirling around to try and grab the German officer's leg who avoids getting close completely. The older Captain repeats his strategy of charging two more times, before growling angrily: "Can you do anything else but dancing around like a teenage girl on the dance floor? One can hardly call this a fight." "One can hardly call charging like an angered bull at the torero fighting in classical wrestling or boxing either, Captain Warren", Dietrich counters coolly, barely out of breath unlike his heavily breathing opponent. Snarling angrily, Warren charges one last time in this manner, almost catching the swift German who only escapes by physically diving to the side, rolling until he regains his footing and adopts his defensive stance again in a single fluid motion. With an angry snarl the older Captain changes his stance to that of a boxer protecting his head with his fists, while he approaches his opponent more slowly this time.

"You krauts are nothing but a bunch of worthless backstabbing cowards", the American officer sneers, as he tries to hit the young German who deftly dodges his strikes without striking back yet or trying to block to avoid injuring himself."You Yankees mistake tactical retreat for cowardice and brainlessly storming forward for bravery. I advise you to surrender while you still can, Warren", Dietrich taunts his opponent, as he keeps dodging strikes, waiting for the best moment for his counter attack. Hans sees one such opportunity, when his opponent feints an attack with his right, but strikes with his left fist for the German Captain's head. Although he manages to block the attack partially, Dietrich's injured shoulder cannot manage the strain of fully blocking the attack which reaches his temple in a much lighter version than the original strike, but still hits him. At the same time he kicks the American Captain's exposed flank with the left knee, making him wheeze with pain, as Warren tumbles backward. Deirdre O'Donnell shrieks briefly with horror, until Danny takes her in his arms to calm her, while the other supporters of Dietrich look equally worried, when they see the German Captain stumble slightly, holding his head.

Recognizing his opponent's weakness, Warren attempts to repeat the maneuver to knock the German out for good, although this maneuver has cost them both. However, the beefy American is taken quite by surprise, when his next strike gets blocked to the side by his opponent's right foot in a maneuver he has never seen before. Hans Dietrich does not hesitate for a moment to execute the second part of his attack strategy as he moves swiftly to outmaneuver the American and strike against his opponent's jugular with a well-aimed karate chop of his left hand. This time he purposefully uses his full force unlike he has with Sam Troy on the previous day, intent to end this fight as quickly and with as little further bloodshed as possible. The older officer blacks out almost instantly and an outcry rises from the crowd of the American Captain's supporters, while the Rats start to cheer loudly after a moment of silent shock, when they all try to comprehend what has just happened, as the beefy Captain crumples into the sand. Riku Gottschlich still stares at the scene with incredulity, barely able to grasp what it means that they have won, that Captain Dietrich has won on their behalf and for his defense. "The kraut murdered Captain Warren!", Sergeant Clarence shouts his accusation with anger, pointing at the skinny bruised Captain Dietrich. Doctor Rothschild rushes forward to check the American officer's health, while Boggs still tries to understand what has just happened. When the blond medic confirms that the other man is fine, but the strike against the carotis has caused an immediate loss of blood pressure, resulting in fainting, the blond American Captain first counts to ten officially, before he declares his younger colleague the winner of the fight. "Well done, Dietrich. I'm glad you gave Warren a lesson and not the other way around", James Boggs whispers to the surprised young German with a smile, as he holds his right arm in the air, taking care not to harm the bruised young officer who winces noticeably at the movement.

Troy is the first to embrace his sweating friend tightly, before scolding him with the tone of the older brother he usually reserves for David's idiocies: "That could have gone terribly wrong, you crazy Jerry. Warren wanted to break each of your bones. What happened to deciding this fight with brain rather than brawn?" "I had to adapt to the situation, Troy. Luckily for Warren I'm not a vengeful person", the German comments dryly, when Hitch pulls him into an embrace as well without caring about the young Captain's indignant protest. Riku Gottschlich, who has followed him, stammers: "Tha..thank y..you, Captain Dietrich. Domo arigatou gozaimasu. Nobody has ever fought for me, surely not like this." "You're welcome, Corporal Gottschlich. You're a good soldier, worth fighting for", Hans replies calmly. Kevin O'Donnell simply interrupts him by pulling him into a quick hug and ignores his protests to not adopt Hitchcock's bad habits, as Danny leads a pale but beaming Deirdre along. "I was so worried, Captain Dietrich", the Irish stemming nurse tells the tall young officer, wiping a few tears out of the corners of her eyes, before kissing him on the cheek. "We all were", Daniel confirms and pats his commanding officer on the left shoulder. "Indeed, old chap", Moffit agrees, as he pats the lean Captain on the left shoulder, eyeing him curiously. Hans Dietrich really is a lot more athletic than the thin, bruised young German appears to be at first sight and a fighter not to be underestimated. The Rats and he have known this for a while, since he has taken on Sam Troy in real combat situations and proven to be a formidable and resilient opponent, but he has now provided quite a clear demonstration of his abilities to everybody who has observed this fight. Thomas Anaru also hugs the German officer with actual joy, before declaring: "Kia ora. Captain Carson would be so proud of you. We should have taken you into our unit." "I doubt I would have fit there among the Maori", Hans mutters with a smile, but good humor. "We would have treated you a lot better than the Yankees treat you, shooting you, beating you for being noble and honorable", Thomas counters, as he points toward the American Captain Warren.

They get interrupted when Doctor Rothschild joins them along with the broadly grinning nurses Falkowsky and Hartigan. The Jewish medic addresses the young officer with a stern tone: "Let me have a look at your head, Captain!" "He didn't strike me badly, as I could still partially block the hit", Hans argues, but allows the blond Doctor to touch his face to check the forming bruise. "You already looked worse several times when arriving at my doorstep, Captain Dietrich. But shenanigans like that are not good for letting your arm or the rest of your injuries heal", his American colleague Peter Andrews admonishes the young officer, as he feels him wince when prodding his right shoulder. "This was important, Doctor Rothschild, Doctor Andrews, for protecting my men and avoiding an uncontrollable escalation of violence", Dietrich argues stubbornly. Looking at the other officer who finally regains consciousness, Samuel Rothschild declares with a slight smirk playing around his mouth: "I would have called this an uncontrollable escalation of violence. Peter is absolutely right that it will take forever to allow your injuries to heal, if you constantly behave like that, though I have no doubt that you believe in your honorable cause. And I have to admit that you really are a wily young fox, Captain Dietrich. Explain to me though why two Captains of the same army fight like gladiators in the arena!" "I would like to ask the same question", James Boggs insists to learn.

Dietrich glares at his opponent who tries to sit up and gets attended by Sergeant Clarence and two more men of his unit. "Captain Warren saw it fit to verbally harass Corporal Gottschlich along with his men instead of intervening in the unnecessary racist attacks against him. I talked to him more than once addressing the issue and again appealed to his reason only today, not for the first time, to ask him in good faith to stop the attacks of his Sergeant and two others against my men after several punishments against members of both units have already been dealt. Instead of showing reason he verbally attacked me instead. Suffice to say that we did not part on friendly terms." Boggs nods in understanding, as Rothschild assures him: "We can be glad to have a man like you among our ranks. You are definitely one of my favourite officers in this army for daring to stand up against prejudices and discrimination." "How did this turn into a literal fight though?", James Boggs inquires with worry. "Captain Warren challenged the Corporal and I feared that it was a trap to get him punished for attacking an officer", Dietrich explains. "That's why I insisted to fight myself. I'm of an equal rank and have several dozens of witnesses to confirm that Captain Warren agreed to a duel on these terms and even initiated it. Thus, he cannot claim that I tried to murder him either."

Tully meanwhile is occupied with collecting gambling debts and paying the lucky winners who have bet on their Captain. Fortunately, only the few LRDP soldiers and some of Bracken's Brits have trusted Dietrich's reputation enough to bet on him, while the two Indian soldiers have simply wanted to show their support for a man standing up against the discrimination of one of his soldiers in this manner, as otherwise he would have been bankrupt. As it is, the winnings should suffice for going for a nice lunch or dinner together in one of the local bars with all of them. Cap definitely deserves that and needs the food. "Hey, Cap. The next round's on you", Tully declares nonchalantly, as he puts several rumpled bills and coins into the baffled Dietrich's hands. "What's this?", Hans grits out after requiring a second to recover from his surprise. "Your share of the winnings. You wanted to invite us on a beer, Cap. Now you got the money, whether they pay you or not." Captain Boggs actually looks even more flustered than the German. "You still haven't received any payment?" "I have no American bank account. How should I?", the younger Captain asks back sarcastically. "Lieutenant Colonel McLean was the only one willing to pay me a salary, but I refused to take money from an officer of a foreign army." "I'm sorry for not paying enough attention to this. I'll take care of it immediately", James Boggs promises.

The Indian Lieutenant is among the few soldiers not from the LRDP who receives such a payment and turns to the group around the German Captain. Dietrich looks up in surprise, when he gets addressed by the brown-skinned man with a strange accent. "Captain Dietrich, Sir." Recognizing the insignia of a Lieutenant of a British colonial regiment, Hans salutes back, discontinuing his efforts of buttoning his shirt, when he looks at the man in his thirties with puzzled curiosity. "I wanted to thank you, Sir, for your efforts of standing up against those who look down on their fellow soldiers because of their birthplace and skin colour. If you need something, you can count on me and my men." Actually surprised, the German officer replies: "Thank you, Lieutenant. May I ask who you are?" Looking a bit chagrined, the Indian officer answers: "Forgive me, Captain. I'm Lieutenant Aseem Gupta of the fourth Indian Infantry division." "It's an honour to meet you, Lieutenant Gupta. I'm grateful for any support, should my unit be in dire need", Dietrich states, saluting again to show the other his appreciation and respect. "The honour is all mine, Captain", Gupta replies, saluting back. "I will leave you to recover. You're an unusual, but competent fighter, as my Corporal Arshveer Ahuja has assessed as well." The Sikh fighter, standing at a respectful distance, nods and bows his head in respect for the German Captain. "Your manner of gaining support and friends is astounding, even if you induce some enmity as well", Boggs mutters to Dietrich. "I have always been a man of principle", the lean German officer insists proudly.

Major Fisher approaches with General Atkins accompanying him. "Captain Dietrich, Captain Warren, I was just able to observe your behavior unworthy of two of our officers from my office, once Major Fisher made me aware of it", the middle-aged man scolds both Captains with a strict tone and sharp glare. Dietrich stands at attention immediately to salute to the senior officers, while Warren takes a few moments to gather his wits and adopt an appropriate stance as well. "How did this spectacle come to pass?", Atkins wants to know, twirling his moustache as he observes both men intently. "Captain Warren verbally attacked Corporal Gottschlich and challenged him to a fight. I offered to fight in his steady to protect my man from being accused of attacking an officer", Hans beats the American Captain to an answer. "That slant-eyed bastard performed his enemy fighting style right out in the open here", Warren protests angrily. "I wanted to put a stop to such treacherous behaviour, violating America's honor." Atkins scowls with disapprovement, as he declares: "And you thought that fighting against a fellow officer would be the appropriate way of backing up your concerns, Captain Warren?" The beefy American Captain snorts at the term fellow officer, but refrains from calling the younger Captain any derogatory in front of the General. "You actually thought that it was a good idea to fight against a man put off duty for his grave injuries, barely able to raise his arm, a man of maybe half your weight and ten years your junior?", the General asks without bothering to hide his sarcasm. Warren looks a bit flustered, as he tries to provide a justification but is stopped, when Atkins raises his hand. "You fought against him and I have to admit that I wouldn't have expected to observe the outcome I have." "The kraut traitor cheated and tried to kill me", Warren snarls his accusation. "In front of several dozen witnesses, even calling Captain Boggs as a witness myself. Don't be ridiculous, Captain Warren!", Dietrich growls, pronouncing the other's name and title like an insult.

"How did you win, Captain Dietrich?", Atkins demands to know now. "I have never seen such a technique before." "It is a technique of the Japanese fighting style karate which Corporal Gottschlich is training my unit members and me in", Hans explains cautiously. "By striking the carotis with precision one can cause the collapse and unconsciousness of an opponent within seconds which is a valuable maneuver for commando soldiers." Atkins nods in approval, while Warren glares with disgust, snarling: "That was a mean, backstabbing trick." "You explicitly asked to prove the Japanese fighting style against the Western one", Hans counters coolly. The American General interrupts Warren's beginning protest: "Given your physical appearances I find it even more astonishing that a man of your experience and training, Captain Warren, lost against an injured, emaciated opponent such as this man. I have given Captain Dietrich credit for being qualified as a commando officer, but not for being such a good hand to hand fighter until now. Apparently I have underestimated you, Captain Dietrich." Warren snarls lividly, but Atkins still keeps him from voicing open protest. "You two serve in the same army and your behavior is intolerable for officers of your standing. Captain Warren, you and your unit will prepare to leave with Generalfieldmarshal Montgomery to join the frontlines, hunting Rommel and his Jerries. Your animosities are well invested there. If any further incidents happen until your leave, I will punish both of you along with your soldiers. Did I make myself clear, gentlemen?" "Yes, Sir", the German Captain confirms, saluting sharply, while Warren requires a few seconds to recover from his shock, before repeating the same reaction. "You're both dismissed, gentlemen. Dietrich, take your unit and continue your training anywhere but in this courtyard! Warren, prepare your men for their departure!", Atkins orders sternly, before turning around, as Major Fisher stays behind to assure that his orders are followed. The two Captains again confirm the command, before turning to their respective men.

Troy pats the German officer on the shoulder, as he congratulates him loud enough to be heard by all officers: "Well, Captain Locksley, today you earned your reputation of fighting the rich to help the poor as well as standing up for the outcasts." Lieutenant Gupta and his Sergeant start clapping after the remark which Moffit and the Rats join quickly. Warren glares angrily at the soldiers who so openly support his German opponent. "You're well advised to stay silent, Captain Warren", Major Fisher hisses in his ear, as he steps in between the troublesome American Captain and the Rats. "You have already made Dietrich a hero of the common soldiers. Don't attack the man anymore!" While Fisher has accompanied the members of Warren's unit and the soldiers supporting his position and ideas to leave the courtyard without further escalation, James Boggs approaches his young second in command. "That was as risky and foolish as it was honorable and brave. I understand even better now why you and Troy are good friends. Follow the General's order, Dietrich! I take you all off duty for the rest of the day. Spend your hard earned winnings, get some lunch and don't return until the evening!" Dietrich is a bit taken aback by the straight forward order, but salutes, as he confirms: "Of course, Captain Boggs."

Deirdre O'Donnell approaches the skinny German Captain quietly to quickly address him, before she has to leave: "That was the most valiant thing I've ever seen, Captain. I was so worried about you however." "I'm sorry for causing you such worries. It has never been my intention", the German Captain replies, before cautiously looking around and continuing to speak in a more quiet tone. "I also hope you were not reprimanded because of me, Lieutenant O'Donnell", Hans tells the nurse with a guilty tone, once he has checked that the head nurse is not within hearing distance and neither is anybody else of the medical personnel. Deirdre blushes slightly, leaning closer to him, as she mutters with a guilty expression: "It's not your fault. I gave you a promise. I should have kept it better." "I honestly wish to protect you, Lieutenant", Dietrich assures her gently. "I must not allow you to walk to your doom, when I know how terrible this may end. I like you too much to risk your life out of selfishness." Doctor Rothschild and Andrews purposefully start talking and look the other way to claim ignorance should Erica Timberlake question them about the Irish-stemming nurse and the German Captain. "Hey, Captain. We need to go", Troy tells his friend gently, before shouting to the other Rats: "Let's shake it!" Deirdre O'Donnell takes a step back from the young officer who salutes, as he wishes her a formal goodbye. Hans Dietrich is much better than her at adhering to the rules of the military. Mary Falkowsky gently whispers to her fellow nurse, leading her back to the hospital, following the rest of the medical personnel who have witnessed the fight.