"We've sent someone out of here in a balloon and hidden in a yacht." He frowned. "Multiple times." Hogan slapped the float and nodded in satisfaction. Not only did he discover he was now a part of an amazing clandestine operation, but he felt comfortable speaking his mind. Of course, he would rather be fighting, but considering what could have happened, he knew he was lucky to end up in this stalag. "Although this seems a bit drastic." The new POW felt comfortable in his new home. "Well, I'm willing to do my part," LeMay replied. "It's usually us long-timers who get pulled onto the stage." Newkirk gave the young sergeant a friendly slap. We will make sure everything goes well," LeBeau told LeMay as he put down his hammer and stood back. "Sorry, LeMay." Hogan was watching approvingly as a group of men were decorating their hastily made floats. And you and your men are totally responsible for cleaning up the compound."
And remember, happy POWs tend to stick around and not cause trouble." Hogan got up off the chair and headed for the door. "I'll try and think of another way to improve morale. We were going to have a parade and everything." Right after I tell the men there will be no bead class in the rec hall. I'll just tell Sergeant LeMay to sit in his hut and wallow in his misery. Something you've probably forgotten about-voting-that is." "AThat's 21 in human years, which coincidentally is our voting age. In the past 12 months you've requested 13 celebrations, not to mention my birthday, your birthday, and Heidi's birthday." "I don't need a lecture about world calendars and holidays. Let's see, there's also Julian, Jewish, Islamic, Indian, Chinese." "Well, there is also the issue of multiple calendars, Kommandant. "Do you think I like being callous, Colonel Hogan? I can't allow you to celebrate every single holiday. "I don't even know where he is stationed." "That is how old my eldest boy is." Schultz now looked as if he was about to cry. "Ooh, that's surprisingly callous of you, sir. "He's lucky he survived, and managed to wind up here," Klink said. "Poor boy." Schultz looked appropriately sympathetic. He volunteered, was shipped to England, and was shot down on his very first mission. Well, actually, that's technically not correct. "The biggest, Schultz." Hogan grabbed a chair, flipped it around and straddled it. "Isn't it a very big holiday in one of your cities? New Orleans?" That's fatted calf for you German speakers." "LeBeau told us the tradition of the Boeuf Gras followed France to what is now the United States. Schultz, you're salivating." Hogan handed the sergeant a handkerchief and then stopped at the front of the desk. We had to use up some of our best food before Lent. I'm a well-educated, cultured man.an officer." "Did you know it started in the French House of the Bourbons? And considering you now own France…" After all, it started in medieval Europe. The men have been really looking forward to this." Hogan began to pace around the room. Klink put down his pen and clasped his hands. But, I decided honesty is always the best policy." "Well, I mulled over this request, Kommandant. Without looking up, he began checking little boxes and signing the bottom with a pen. He quickly opened the drawer, removed a sharpened pencil and grabbed the small stack of papers sitting in his inbox. "I'm very busy." He realized his desk was neat and tidy, which was not the look of a busy man.
What do you want, Colonel Hogan?" Klink asked. I told Colonel Hogan no visitors, but you see." He was trying to hide because, after all, he failed to stop the American colonel from barging into the Kommandant's inner sanctum. I said no visitors." The sergeant stood in the back corner. It appeared that it was going to be one of those days. But then, he could appear almost buoyant, as if he and the other prisoners in camp were just passing through, like holiday guests at someone's home.Ī chipper Hogan, Klink mused, was often a recipe for disaster. He frequently appeared cowed and resigned to his fate. The man was irritating, his behavior often a baffling study in contradictions. Klink watched in aggravation as, for the umpteenth time this year, Colonel Hogan waltzed into his office. Please let me know if you find any mistakes, etc.
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