Her Second Chance: Eclipse

Note and Disclaimer: I'll be saying this every time. I don't own the characters to Hogan's Heroes nor do I own any of the songs I have posted. I would like to thank those who have created this series and those who have written these great songs. However, the character I have created in this series, Colonel Michalovich, belongs to me, so if you want to use her in any story you wish to write, please email me with permission first. This is part six of female spy Colonel Michalovich. This is also the beginning of the end of the war and liberation is at hand within the year.


Journal of Colonel Nikola Anna Michalovich, U.S. Army: LC8547960
September 29, 1944
Hammelburg, Germany: Luftstalag 13, Outside Klink's Office – 1500 Hours

This bellowing wind is driving me insane. The German summer, as always, has gone to a bitter winter and it not being October yet. There has been no such thing as an autumn here and I do wish it were so. The changing leaf colors have been blown off by the wintry weather gale and there has been no time here, as if the war stalled it, to view the beautiful scenery I wish Germany had. It was something that I have always looked forward to in Bridgeport. New England weather is unique indeed, and there was time to enjoy the sunny days and –

I have to discontinue thinking of home and complaining of the weather here. I am stuck at Stalag 13 here in the middle of Germany because I was transferred here and that's that. I can't fool around with what has been placed on my plate and right now, I think it's just too full considering everything. There is too much going on and today is just another day in which we have to transfer another agent out of the famous (or infamous, if you're a dead or captured Kraut) and mostly unknown Stalag 13 tunnels. The agent is holding plans for the next German offensive to retake France and the Netherlands, countries that the Allied Forces have liberated from Germany in their conquest for world domination. The Allied Forces keep plowing through the countries, and especially in Africa, so the end of the war seemed to be near. From what Baker has been hearing from Baby Bear (perhaps the news was exaggerated because Baby Bear was drunk?), the European portion of the war could last anywhere from eight months to a year, at the most. Even the Asian part of the war might be over within the year because of this thing earlier dealt with called the Manhattan Project.

Allied scouts have been sensing a wind of change (no pun intended for this blistering cold) and already, the men are hearing rumors of camps being liberated, although I seriously doubt they're prisoner of war camps (Klink would have been furious and defending his no-escape record to Burkhalter if such was the case). Besides, if camps were being set free, then it might be the other camps that are being freed. I haven't heard much from Father on the Russian side of the war and of camp liberations yet, but he has assured me, in his un-censured letters (I get them from one of his agents once a week, but have not a word from him in a while), that the Soviet army has been herding themselves westward and might arrive in Germany before the British and Americans do.

If that was true, then Stalin must be pushing his army farther than I thought he was going to. And that was in the last letter Father sent me, which was timed a month and a half ago. Things can change in that time, especially if Stalin is ordering his armies to go to the maximum. And if the armies are being told to do more than what was required, then the Generals, like Father, must go on those missions in the air or on the ground and –

I don't want to think about that right now. Father is alive and I know it, old as he is.

Well, to concentrate on other, more important matters: smuggling the plans and the next agent out of here. The guards have been doubled here, because of escapes from Stalags 3, 9 and 16 simultaneously (among them was Colonel – Group Captain – Crittendon and in any case, he hasn't been recaptured and sent here yet and we can HOPE he stays out) and Klink has gone mad. Rob is in his office right now, trying to persuade the battle-weary kommandant that having too many guards around lowers the morale of the men and the Escape Committee, which has graciously met last night to ensure that there is hope. "It's the only thing we have, Sir," Rob concluded.

"That's good, Hogan," I'm hearing Klink through his window, which is opened a crack. "I can hope that it stays that way. And today I am making sure there are guards in the barracks checking prisoners hourly." And Ron was dismissed, just like that.

When Rob protested this breech of disruption (not to mention confidence, for which reason, I don't know), Klink repeated his order and instructed that a guard lead him outside or else he'd be shot as a nuisance. The guard wasn't Schultz obviously or else a comic scene would have ensued and I would have been stifling a giggle or three.

Rob's coming out. I'd better stop writing now. He needs me from the look on his face.