Author's Note: Well... here it is, chapter two. Hope it lives up to everyone's expectations!

"You wanted to ask me something, Schultz?" ask Colonel Hogan closing the barrack's door and motioning for the Sergeant to take a seat.

Due to the unexpectedly warm weather the barrack was empty, yet Schultz made a quick glance before continuing. "I do not want to sound like a disloyal German, but there is something that I just do not understand."

Hogan nodded knowingly. "You want to know why man fights and goes to war."

Schultz gaped at the Senior POW. "How did you know that?"

"Because that is the one question every generation asks itself." Hogan stood up. "Coffee, Schultz?"

"Nein, danke." the Sergeant of the Guard then added in a whisper, "So there is no answer?"

"There is an answer, but it depends on who you ask." Hogan responded, resuming his seat across from the guard. "For instance, if you asked your beloved Führer, he would say this war and all the cruelty is a necessity in protecting the Third Reich." He paused, taking a sip of lukewarm coffee.

"But what do you think Colonel Hogan?"

"Me? I don't have to think, I know why I'm fighting." Hogan brought the cup to his lips again, but decided against it and shoved the lukewarm coffee off to the side. Schultz was watching him expectantly. Hogan sighed. "Your maniac of a leader is power hungry and wants to conquer the world. It's not the conquering part that disturbs me, but what Hitler is doing to the people he imprisons."

"But those are just rumors, Colonel Hogan. You can't believe everything you hear, right?"

"Wrong Schultz, those rumors are true. Hitler is trying to wipe out "inferior" races from the face of the earth. People like Sergeant Kinchloe because of their skin color, Jews because of their faith, and anyone with any disability so they can't pass on their "bad genes". I don't want any man like that to rule a country, let alone my own. So that's why I fight, so my family can stay free of that mad man and to free those who aren't so fortunate."

Sergeant Schultz sighed shaking his head. "I find it hard to believe that anyone could do a thing like that."

"You'd better believe it, Schultz, because it's happening."

Schultz stood up and lumbered towards the door, despair filling his blue eyes. The guard paused with his hand on the door handle. "I hope this war ends soon so German can return to what she once was and I can go back to my toy factory." He met the Colonel's gaze. "You are a good friend, Colonel Hogan, and a better soldier than I'll ever be."

"Don't be so hard on yourself Schultz, you're doing your part for the war effort." For the Allies the Colonel silently added. Without Schultz turning a blind eye on their operation it would probably have been shut down a long time ago.

For a moment the despair left Schultz's eyes and a certain peace filled them. Schultz quickly screwed his face in mock anger, "I know nothiiiinnnggg! Nothiiinnnggg!" and quickly left the barracks. Although the guard might not like to take sides, he would never abandon his country. No, he would see her through to the end and help rebuild German to her former glory— free from discrimination and madmen.

The End!