Hey guys,

This universe chronicles around my OC.

PS: I had to change the thinking of time (at least a little bit) for this story. Otherwise the following stories, which are already planned, wouldn't make any sense.

I combined the thinking of the 1940s with the thinking of today about homosexuality. In general, homosexual relationships are allowed and considered normal by most of the people, but UNFORTUNATELY, not by everyone. It is also allowed to be in the army if you are homosexual. But of course, the Nazis are against that kind of relationship.

If you have a problem that I changed the course of time, then stop reading now.

Otherwise, have fun!

USCityGirl

1943

What went wrong?

That was the only thing he could think about.

Sure, he knew that it could happen at any time. It had to happen at one time. More than on one occasion he was able to fool his destiny and return to base safely.

But his luck had to run out.

And today, it did.

It all started like any other bombing raid he flew the last months…

"How long till drop point, Sallow?" he asked, his mind focused on the scene in front of him.

"30 seconds"

"You ready, Relish?"

"Yes, Sir. Only waiting for your command"

Their target was a large munitions factory near Hammelburg.

"Be ready, Relish. Steady, Relish. Now," he yelled.

Relish pushed the button and everyone held his breath. The high-pitched sound of bombs flying towards the ground was the only thing you could hear.

A few seconds later, BOOM.

He watched as beneath him the factory exploded, in one big fire ball.

His crew cheered as he informed his CO via radio, "Mission accomplished, Sir. Heading back to base"

"Understood. Congratulations"

As he made a turn to fly back, something caught his eye.

German aircraft; the enemy was approaching.

"Hang on, everyone. Celebration has to wait. We have company"

He made contact with the others of his squadron and they decided to fly separate ways, since the Germans have had not enough planes in the air to go after the whole squadron.

After a few turns to distract the enemy, he made his way back to England.

With his mind already half across the ocean, he suddenly heard MacQuoid, his co-pilot, scream, "Look out, Sir. Another enemy unit"

But this time, the whole sky was flooding with Germans.

It was the beginning of the end.

They started shooting. He tried to avoid the bullets, but there were simply too much.

A dull bang next, and his plane felt like a bull trying to throw him of its back.

He heard Relish shout, "We've been hit"

He felt panic rising up in the young Airman, and since he was the pilot and the highest ranking member of the crew, he tried to comfort him, "No need to worry, Relish. Everything is going to be alright. Don't panic"

He didn't know how wrong he was.

Another bang.

"Our systems are failing, Jout. We don't know our altitude, or our speed. We know nothing," MacQuoid informed him.

"What are we going to do, Sir?" asked Sallow.

Trying to stay calm Jout decided, "Alright guys, we're bailing out. Put on your parachutes. When you reach the ground, hide the parachutes and search for the others. Nobody is leaving this place on his own. Understood?"

"Understood," answered his crew in union.

A few seconds later, everyone was hooked up to their parachutes and he opened the door.

"Come on, guys. Out, out, out"

Jout was the last one to jump; he looked up to see his plane exploding. The Krauts hit the fuel tank.

That was close

On the ground, he hid the parachute and searched for his crew. He found them nearby and declared, "Near Hammelburg is an Underground organization that helps Allied flyers to flee back to England. Follow me"

He motioned for them to follow. "Oh, and, watch your back"

But they didn't come far. About five miles away from their starting point, they were picked up by a German Luftwaffe patrol.

"Halt," yelled one of the Jerries. ["Stop"]

They attempted to run away, but they were already encircled by the other Krauts.

"Raise your hands," Jout ordered his crew. "In Ordnung, Soldat. Kein Grund zu schießen"

["Everything's alright, soldier. No need to shoot"]

He tried to remember a few of the German he was taught when he was transferred to the European Theater [1].

They were dragged into a truck and ended up at the Gestapo headquarters. He and his crew were led into an office, where a Gestapo officer and a Luftwaffe general were already sitting behind a large desk.

"So, this is the famous 324th Bombardment Squadron," started the Gestapo officer while moving forward to the American soldiers. "And who of you would be the Golden Eagle?"

Jout moved forward. "That would be me, Sir"

"Golden Eagle. Nice to finally meet you in person"

"I can't say the same"

"Oh, the fine gentleman has humor. Let's see how long you can hold it up"

With a dirty smirk on his face, he moved to Sallow and Jout exclaimed, "Leave my men alone. Whatever you want to do, do it to me. I'm Golden Eagle, I'm responsible for all the bombings"

"Nobody is doing any harm to you, aren't we, Major Hochstetter?" intervened the general.

"Sure, General Burkhalter" Hochstetter walked back to the table.

He ordered his men to separate Jout from his crew.

"Why are you separating us," questioned Jout.

"We are not interested in your men, Lieutenant. We only care about you. So you are being placed in the most escape-proofed POW camp in all of Germany," explained General Burkhalter.

"I still think it's a bad idea," breathed Hochstetter under his breath.

"Prisoners, since I'm such a nice Kommandant, I thought I inform you about the last promising action of our glorious Fatherland," announced Colonel Klink after Sergeant Schultz had counted the prisoners.

"I'm sure you all are familiar to the Golden Eagle?"

Colonel Robert Hogan had to roll his eyes.

Of course we know him. He's only one of the greatest bombing commanders of the Allied command. Who doesn't know him?

"I'm glad to announce that he was shot down during last night's bombing raid, and is now brought to our very own Stalag"

Hogan looked to his men in disbelief. He saw the same look on their faces.

Golden Eagle was shot down? Why hasn't London informed us yet?

"He is brought to Stalag 13 because no prisoner was ever able to escape from here. And the German High Command doesn't want him to escape," laughed Klink.

"Dismissed," yelled the Kommandant and returned to his office.

"Blimey, the Golden Eagle. Do we know what 'is real name is?" asked Newkirk as they gathered around Colonel Hogan.

"Nobody knows his real name. It's a mystery," answered Kinch.

"The Golden Eagle? Who is he?" wondered Carter.

"Were you asleep the whole war, André? He is one of the best Allied flyers. He has the highest efficiency rate among all bombing commanders"

"And now he is on his way to us," said Hogan.

Jout fished in his pockets for a handkerchief, but his task was made more difficult since he was handcuffed. The whole time he was being watched by some German soldier, who was ready to shoot at any time.

"Kein Grund zur Sorge Kamarad. Ich brauche nur ein Taschentuch" ["No need to worry, comrade. I'm only searching for a handkerchief"]

Much to Jout's surprise, the Luftwaffe soldier reached in his own pocket and gave him one.

Jout thanked him and wiped his blood stained lip. When Major Hochstetter ordered to bring him away, he refused to move just one inch. So, one of Hochstetter's sidekicks punched him in the face.

Lovely company, those Krauts

Two hours later, Carter entered the barracks and informed the guys of the new prisoner that arrived.

"Let's go to our coffee pot. I would like to hear in," declared Hogan.

Everyone followed him into his office and Kinch prepared the coffee pot.

"Ah, the Golden Eagle! I have to say, I never had such a famous soldier in my camp"

Colonel Klink received no answer.

"For your information, you are in the toughest Prisoner of War camp in the whole Third Reich. Every attempt to escape is doomed to failure"

Still no answer.

"You are not very talkative, are you? Well, then, I only need your name, rank and serial number"

Hogan and his man looked at each other.

They were about to find out who the Golden Eagle really was.

[1] European Theater (of World War II) – huge area of heavy fighting across Europe, from Germany's and the Soviet Union's joint invasion of Poland in September 1939 until the end of the war with Germany's unconditional surrender on May 8, 1945