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Kinch sat at the radio in case London sent them a message. Something was going on around camp and he wasn't sure what. Klink kept harassing their senior officer with constant meetings and Schultz had taken LeBeau out of camp earlier this evening for who knows why. LeBeau and Newkirk had started to fight after returning to the barracks after roll call, so he was grateful to be able to retreat to the quieter, and warmer, tunnels.
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- Part 5 of How odd, to be anything at all
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“Might I ask why you wanted me to grant Schultz leave for this evening?” Klink asked. He'd already granted it, and Schultz had already gone and was gonna be back within the hour, he was just curious.
“It's a rotten war, Klink! The only thing keeping us going is the entertainment we make for ourselves. Old Schultzy got himself a date!” Hogan said, wearing his usual mischievous grin. He drained his glass.
“A date? Who would go on a date with that dummkopf?” Klink huffed, “Even he has better luck with the Frauleins than I do,”
Hogan huffed a little bit at that, amused. Fraulein, ha!Series
- Part 4 of How odd, to be anything at all
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Schultz walked out of barracks two with a piece of apple strudel. It was warm, sweet, and had a lovely crispy pastry, maybe his last one for a while if the Russians… It was time to get the rest of the signatures. He only had a few left to get.
He watched as Hogan strode out of the Kommandantur, toward his little gang by the basketball hoop. Soon after, Klink left the building and walked over to Schultz.
“Where is your coat?” Klink said, exasperated, looking him up and down, "What is that letter in your hand?”
Schultz quickly hid the letter behind him, tucking it into his belt.
“The, the, the, Russians… Berlin is in ruins and Hamburg is in shambles, and the Russians are going to liberate the camp any minute!” Schultz said nervously.Series
- Part 3 of How odd, to be anything at all
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“Thanks for organizing tonight, the meal was delicious,” Klink said, he looked like he was debating asking a question. Seemingly making up his mind, he tentatively asked, “what did you think of the violin solo?”
“It was a bit hard on the ears,” he admitted, “But I love the way you love it,”
Hogan smiled, and pressed a gentle kiss to Klink's lips. Much too soon, Hogan pulled away. Klink smiled as he watched him walk out the door to his barracks.This takes place durring "dinner time!" but can be read independently.
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- Part 2 of How odd, to be anything at all
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"You're a better cook than my wife,” Schultz said as he scraped the edge of the pot with his fingers.
“Merci!” LeBeau said cheerfully, as he began to slice carrots for his next dish.
“You're also better looking,” Schultz said. LeBeau wasn't sure if it was a joke, but he didn't have time to ponder it as he was too busy preparing the general's next meal.
“Merci,” he simply replied, deciding to think on it later.Series
- Part 1 of How odd, to be anything at all
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