Senior Prisoner of War Wilhelm Klink"Raus, every-body up, up, up! Roooll caaall! Schnell!"Colonel Klink rolled off his top bunk and pulled on his leather flight jacket. He froze. Leather
jacket? Klink's eyes bulged and his ripped off the jacket looking at the eagles on his shoulders. This was Hogan's jacket, but then he noticed that something vital to the jacket was different. The name tag, which usually read 'COL. R. E. HOGAN', read 'COL. W. KLINK'. Klink couldn't think anymore. This wasn't happening. He wasn't in the USAAF, he was in the Luftwaffe. He was a loyal German officer. What had happened last night to have him wake up here of all places.Someone knocked on the door into the private room in Barracks Two. "Colonel Klink?" Schultz said. "Are you in there? It is time for roll call. Oh, Colonel Klink, please be in ther
The Tail of the MermaidWhen I was young,I lived by the sea.The beaches were warmAnd the children ran free.There was a rumor told,An old wives' tale, they sayThat every full moonThe mermaids come out and play.One bite from themAnd then you will knowWhat's it's like to go swimmingOut in the undertow.A nip on my forearmChanged my legs into fins.She just couldn't help herself.Swimming up to me, she grins."You're a were-mermaid now.Congratulations! It's fun.You can swim down deep,And relax as a human out in the sun."If I was not in the waterBy the time the full moon was lit,I would be flopping on my floorLike I was having a fit.We're usually harmless.Our cultures can mesh,But if you make us angry,We might just munch on your flesh.