~*~Prisoners Of War, Prisoners Of Love~*~

HOGAN'S HEROES

The boys in Barracks #2 always had something going on, whether it was a dance, an original one-act play or a game of cards to get some money out of Sgt. Schultz.

Tonight was no different. All the men in the hut were gathered around the table, placing bets at Newkirk's makeshift roulette wheel. Everyone knows that gambling is not allowed in camp, but even the guards get in on the action sometimes hoping to make the war go by a little faster.

There is a knock at the door. Carter answers it, and Schultz saunters in.

"Where is Cpl. Newkirk?" he asked with a grin.

"Right in front of ya, Schultzie," the Englishman replies.

Schultz hands him an envelope. "I was told to give this to you per-sonally."

"Thanks," says Newkirk. "Who's it from? Me draft board?"

Schultz laughs, "Jolly joker. It is from your lady friend, Fraulein Mil-worth."

"Freddie?" Newkirk asks. "Why didn't she bring it over herself?"

The plump but cheerful German steps closer to Newkirk, "I don't think it's any ordinary letter."

Newkirk raises his eyebrows. He's still not quite sure what to make of all this. Schultz sees himself to the door and exits.

LeBeau steps in to take over dealing as Newkirk hops up on his bunk and opens the envelope. He's almost afraid it's a "Dear John" letter.

Dearest Peter,

He folds up the letter and puts it back in its envelope. He's completely stunned. No girl he had ever known was that brutally honest. A smile finds its way onto his face.

Later that night, while the other men are asleep, Newkirk lies awake in his bed, with thoughts of Freddie on his mind. He hasn't slept a wink. Her letter thrilled him so much that his eyes refused to shut. He pulls down a pad of paper and a pencil from his shelf.

My darling Freddie,

The next day, Newkirk finds Schultz and asks him to make a "special delivery." He hands him an envelope and instructs him who to give it to.

Schultz, always ready to aide in the quest for love, gleefully accepts the note and sets off to find Freddie. Newkirk watches him out of the corner of his eye as he returns to raking the flower bed.

Once Freddie gets the letter, she sits down outside her bunkhouse and reads it. Newkirk is watching her, waiting for some expression.

After she has read the note, she puts it back in the envelope and puts it in her coat pocket. Then she walks slowly behind her barracks. Newkirk sees this and gets concerned. He drops his rake and proceeds to her hut.

He peeks around the corner and sees her leaning up against the wall.

"Freddie?" he asks cautiously.

She turns to face him and smiles, "Yes?"

"Are you ok?" he continues.

She motions him over, and he obliges.

"Please tell me you're not upset," he urges.

"Who's upset?" she responds, slowly putting her arms around him.

He closes his eyes tightly and embraces her. "Oh, my love," he whispers, "hold me close and never let go."

"Come on, Andrew!" cheers Freddie, crouched and ready to play. "Let 'em have it right between the eyes!"

Carter smiles with encouragement. "Seven serving zero!" he shouts as he bops the volleyball over the net.

The fellows in Barracks #6 challenged the guys from Barracks #2 to a volleyball game, with the winners getting an extra shower for a week.

Stevens, one of the guys from #6, shouts back a few insults of his own. "Watch it, lady. I'm liable to stuff that ball down your throat."

"I'm waiting," she answers playfully, "Anytime you're ready!"

While the game continues outdoors, Newkirk is sitting on his bunk writing another love letter to Freddie. He always thought that writing letters to a sweetheart was silly and childish, but once he read her letter, he realized how adult they really were.

My wild German rose,

He smiles as he seals the letter and puts it in his jacket. Then he climbs down and joins the others outside.

Freddie has left the game and is sitting in front of the rec hall. She takes off her hat and wipes her forehead, then gets up and heads for her barracks. Newkirk looks over at her. "My love," he says to himself. He heads over to her, forgetting all about the letter in his pocket. He knocks on the door and enters.

She's sitting on one of the lower bunks, leaning up against the wall. "My God," she laughs, "I forgot to lock the door again?"

He laughs along with her. "Can't lock me out. I got a key."

"You have two," she corrects. "One to my room and the other to my heart." She opens her arms as he walks towards her. He lays down with his back against her as she encloses her arms around him. Newkirk puts his hands on hers, making sure she doesn't let go.

"You don't know how good this feels," he says with relief.

"Here's a little more," she says as she squeezes him a little tighter, crinkling the letter in his jacket. "What's that?" she asks.

"Oh... just a little love letter," he grins. "Open it."

She takes the letter from his pocket and opens it. She reads it to herself, holding it on his chest. He plays with her fingers while she reads.

When she's finished, she puts the letter away and puts her hands inside his jacket, feeling his body heat as she holds him. As her hands move over his chest, he lets his body relax.

"I love you," she whispers softly into his ear, sealing the words with a kiss.

He looks up and over his shoulder at her. "I love you, too," he whispers, reaching up with one hand and pulling her head down gently so their lips touch. Their mouths fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

"I didn't know you knew Shakespeare," she says.

"Oh yeah," he smiles, "ol' Will and I go way back."

She laughs as she kisses him again on the mouth. "Lay here with me and be quiet."

He laughs as he closes his eyes. "Yes, sergeant."

Mid-morning finds the POW's of Stalag 13 outdoors enjoying the sunshine. Many of them are hanging out their laundry or just sitting and absorbing the warmth.

Behind barracks #2, Carter and Kinchloe are teaching Freddie how to pitch a baseball. There is a big game coming up between barracks #2 and #8 and Hogan's hut needs another pitcher.

"That was a good throw, Freddie," comments Kinchloe, "but bring your hip around more when you release."

"Right. More hip. Got it," she says.

"Hey Kinch, you better show her how to throw a fastball," says Carter, tossing the ball back.

Kinchloe goes over the mechanics of the pitch, how to hold the ball and so on, then hands her the ball.

"Give it a try," he encourages, "slow and easy first, then we'll work on the speed."

Gripping the ball like she was told, she winds up and hurls it towards Carter. He catches the ball in his glove, but the impact knocks him over.

"Was that too fast?" she asks.

"No," says Kinch, stunned. "That was... great."

Newkirk finally comes out from the barracks, knowing that Freddie is just around the corner. He doesn't want her to know he's around, so he sneaks quietly by. He wrote her a letter but he wants it to be a surprise. He makes it to her bunkhouse without anyone noticing.

"She sleeps in the bottom bunk by the door," he thinks to himself as he opens the door part way. He takes the letter out of his pocket and slips it inside, placing it on her pillow. "Mission accomplished. I hope she sees it."

Freddie is still practicing her throws with Carter and Kinchloe. Apparently she's getting better because Carter is wearing his catcher's equipment.

"How's your arm?" inquires Kinch. "Is it sore yet?"

"No, it’s alright," she says. Turning to Carter she asks, "How are you doin', Andrew?"

"I'll be alright, as long as I don't catch anything!" he says with a laugh.

Newkirk wanders around the corner and into the "bullpen." He motions to Kinchloe to back away from Freddie. Kinch backs away, and Newkirk steps right up next to her, reaching for the ball.

"Here," he says without masking his accent, "hold the ball like that."

Freddie doesn't need to look over to figure out who it is. She can see his blue sleeves.

"A curveball? I'm workin' on my fastball now," she says with a smile.

"Oh," he says.

She corrects her grip, winds up and slings the ball towards Carter's glove. He catches it, then takes off his mitt.

"Sorry, Freddie," he says, "but I gotta stop. My hand hurts."

Carter gathers up his equipment and heads back into the hut. Kinchloe puts a hand on Freddie's shoulder.

"Well, looks like you found a job for after the war," he smiles. "Ever thought about playing for the Yankees?"

He walks away, leaving Freddie alone with Newkirk.

"Well," she says with a sigh, "now what do we do for fun?"

Newkirk reaches out and pulls her slowly into him. "How about some more calisthenics? We can instruct each other."

He kisses her once lightly on the lips, enjoying the silky texture of her mouth.

"Right here?" she asks, "So everyone can watch?"

"No, no, no," he says with a small giggle, "Someplace private. I know some great exercises that we can do... lying down."

He leans forward and kisses her again. Opening his mouth slightly, he could feel their lips hugging in a sensual squeeze.

"You make it very hard to say no," she says with a crooked smile. "But I'm exhausted."

"That's alright, love," he says. "Maybe later."

He gives her one more kiss before she walks away. Watching her leave, a smile slowly finds its way onto his face.

Freddie stretches as she emerges from the officers quarters in her private dorm.

"I don't understand. My arm wasn't sore earlier. Boy, that really hurts!" she thinks to herself, heading for her bunk.

She looks down and sees a small envelope sitting on her pillow. Picking it up and opening it, she smiles.

My sweet addiction,

She folds the letter and puts it in her locker. As she closes the locker door, she turns around and leans on it. Slowly she looks towards the ceiling.

"And mine for you," she says out loud to no one.

Later that night, Newkirk, who has been hiding out in the tunnel, makes his way down to Freddie's barracks.

He carefully and quietly removes the knock-out panel under the stove, then slides the stove to the side. He climbs up and out of the hole, returning the stove to its original spot.

She's lying on her rack with one hand behind her head, and the other hanging over the edge of the bed. Hearing the noise, she calls out.

"Peter, is that you?"

"Yes, it's me," he assures her.

Crawling on his stomach to avoid being caught by the search lights, he moves towards Freddie's bunk. She looks over the edge and sees him on the floor.

"Stay there. I'm comin' down," she commands.

"No, love," he says. "You stay put."

He takes off his jacket and slides himself under the blanket, into her waiting arms. They begin kissing and groping each other immediately.

"Oh, Peter," she sighs, "How could I deny you?"

"Don't speak, my darling," he says sweetly. "Just let me love you... all night long."

"Yes, Peter," she says as he begins marking her neck with kisses.

The touch of his mouth and warm tongue on her skin make her surrender without hesitation. He can feel that this is what she wants, too, as he feels her hands clawing his back from under his sweater.

He starts tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off. Freddie helps him lift it up and over his head, then tosses it on the bunk next to them. She playfully bites at his bare chest.

"Oh, yeah......" he sighs, feeling a tingling sensation going up and down the full length of his spine.

She moves her legs apart slightly, hoping he would lay in between them. Never one to disappoint, he settles in, continuing to kiss her.

Newkirk unbuttons her shirt the rest of the way and throws it aside, his hands coming to rest underneath her t-shirt on her flat stomach. She squirms her way out of her undershirt with his help. He starts planting kisses down her chest, all the way down to her navel. As he continues to kiss her abdomen, she grabs his hands and places them under her bra on her round, firm bosoms. His fingers caressed the hardened peaks, rubbing them in between his fingers.

Freddie's hands begin hastily unbuttoning his pants. As she's trying to slide his pants down, he is doing the same to her.

Her hands slither down the front of his body, finally grabbing his swollen cock. With his pole of muscle in her hands, she rubs it over her inner thighs.

"You're such a tease," he gasped.

She smiles as she runs the head the full length of her moistened chasm. He closes his eyes and sighs with pleasure.

"Please," he groaned.

"Take me, my love," she whispers.

When he feels her pushing his hardened piece down again, he thrusts forward, entering her. He quickly set the pace with deep, soothing strokes. It wasn't long before both of them reached that sensuous summit together. And it wouldn't be the last time that night.

After the guys were done rewiring the south side of the camp fence, Newkirk returned to his barracks for a nap. He climbs up onto his bunk and sees a letter sitting on his pillow. Smiling, he picks it up, opens it, and reads.

My gentle lover,

He folds the letter up and holds it against his chest, over his happy heart. Then he lays down on his back, with a grin on his face, and drifts off to sleep.

Rain. Cold, piercing rain. One would think that in the middle of November it would turn into snow and blanket the ground.

Even though it was blisteringly freezing outside, the warmest spot in Germany is in the hearts of two English prisoners of war, a young airman and a young German-born lady soldier. Their hearts burn lovingly for each other in the midst of chaos in the world around them.

Freddie lies awake in her bunk as she tries to keep warm. The rain dripping into a metal bucket at the far end of the bunkroom makes it impossible to sleep. She gets out of bed and takes her notebook out from under her mattress. She sits at the table and proceeds to write.

Lying in his bunk, Newkirk writes to his German companion.

My brave fraulein,

Morning finds many of the POW's outside in the chilly sunshine. Almost everyone was willing to work simply because they would freeze otherwise.

Newkirk comes out of his barracks and buttons up his overcoat on his way over to see Freddie. He flips the collar up and quickly sticks his hands back in his pockets. As soon as he gets to the door of barracks #4, a voice calls his name.

"Hi Peter."

Newkirk stops dead in his tracks and looks around. "Hello?"

"I'm up here, you clod."

He looks up, shielding his eyes from the sun and sees Freddie kneeling on the roof.

"What the hell are you doin' up there, love?"

"Fixin' a leak." She goes back to hammering for a second, then says, "What the hell are you doin' down there?"

"Lookin' up at you."

She laughs. "Well, bring your two stripes up here and help me." Newkirk laughs as he walks around to the ladder.

"Promise you won't push me off?" he asks politely.

"Promise you won't make me push you off?" she jokingly fires back. He carefully scales the icy incline and kneels next to Freddie. Once he secures his balance and footing, he grabs her from behind and turns her around so she's laying in his arms. And she doesn't struggle a bit.

"Careful, love," she warns. "Don't fall."

"I already fell," he says. "Deep in love with you." Newkirk pulls her up to him and kisses her sweetly. When they separate a little, there's just a split second pause before Freddie pulls him back down to her mouth again, kissing him madly.

"It sure is gettin' hot out here, isn't it?" she jokes. He laughs as he lets her sit back up again.

"Can you manage?"

"Yeah. You know, it got so cold last night that the rain that leaked in turned into a nine foot icicle by mornin'."

"Well, why didn't you ask me an' Carter to come over and fix it?"

She strokes his arm and smiles. "I can fix things, too. Besides, you and Andrew would be snippin' at each other before ya got started."

He sits there, stunned. "We've been engaged for almost a year and a half and already you know me like a book."

"And if you don't hand me that piece of wood, I'm gonna close the book," she says as she laughs.

"Oh, how cagey we are this mornin'." He laughs as he hands her some nails and the chunk of wood.

After they fix the leak, Freddie invites Newkirk inside for some coffee. They sit at the table and try to thaw out. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his letter to her and sets it on the table.

"Here ya go. Some readin' material for when ya get bored."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Oh," she says as she pulls a letter from her coat, "this one's for you. Whenever you get bored."

He smiles and says, "Thanks." Both of them open their letters and begin reading silently. Not a word is spoken for at least a whole minute. Finally, Freddie stops reading.

"Oh, Peter," she sighs. "You honestly think of me that much?"

"More than I'll ever be able to tell you," he says. He continues to read on. "Love was already etched on your heart. You just needed someone to show it to you."

Freddie reaches across the table and holds Newkirk's hand. "Whatever the case, I'm just glad it was you." They stare lovingly at one another for a few seconds, then she folds the letter up and puts it back in its envelope. He watches as she walks over to her locker and puts the letter in a metal box.

"You... you've kept all the letters I wrote to you?" he asks.

"I could never part with these. Worth more than all the tea in China. Why, don't you keep mine?"

"Of course I keep 'em. I'm just glad that I'm not the only looney that saves things like that." He waves her back over towards him. She sits on the edge of her bunk as he stands up in front of her. "Ok. I wanna do this right, so bear with me."

"Alright."

"I don't have any fancy speech or anything, so I'm just gonna come right out and say it." Newkirk reaches into his breast pocket and pulls something out. He gets down on one knee before her, takes her hand, and looks her in the eye and says, "Fredricha, will you marry me?"

She's confused. "Peter, you already asked me to marry you. And I said yes. Remember?"

"I remember, but I never gave you a ring." He opens his hand and reveals a ring that he fashioned himself out of brass and copper tubing from the metal shop. As both of them look at it, he says, "I wish I could have put a diamond in it for you."

Immediately her eyes flood with tears. "Peter," she says, "a diamond would have spoiled it. It's beautiful."

He smiles as he looks at his gift. "It's just temporary." Then he looks at her and says, "Well? Will you marry me?"

She wipes the tears from her eyes with the heel of her hand. "Yes, Peter. I'll marry you."

He's almost shocked that she accepted again. Tears of joy start to blur his vision as he slips the ring on her finger. "How 'bout that. It fits!" he says happily.

"I would have married you without a ring," she says as she continues to wipe the tears away.

"Not my fiancée. I was gonna try and get a ring for you from a jeweler in town, but-"

"It wouldn't have meant half as much as this one. You made this out of love with your two bare hands. And that means everything to me."

He grins a little. "Well, maybe it'll do until I can get you one made out of real gold." She holds his hands tightly and kisses him.

"Peter, love is worth more than gold." By now, he's sitting on the bed next to her as she looks at the ring. "But yours shines like it."

"So, you're not embarrassed to wear it?"

She looks him deep in the eyes. "No. It's a symbol of your love for me. And of the love we have for each other. I'm honored to wear it."

Newkirk puts an arm around Freddie's shoulder and pulls her in for a kiss. "I am such a lucky man."

She smiles. "Yes, you certainly are." He laughs as he leans in and kisses her again. Their lips part and allow their tongues to dance slowly with each other. "I love you so much, Peter."

"My love for you is endless, Fredricha. In your heart is where I wish to spend the rest of my life." They embrace tightly, both of them happy beyond explanation. "I cannot believe that in the middle of a war, I found my soul-mate," he says.

"One of life's splendid mysteries, isn't it?'

"Yes. And I don't want to know how or why you came to me, I'm just grateful that you did."

As Newkirk lays back on the bed, Freddie lays down next to him and says, "I'm thankful I found you, too."

The End
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