A/N:Relates to the episode, "The Rise and Fall of Sergeant Schultz".


Wire


A trick, a deception,

An antic, a jape.

The Sergeant; a prisoner

Who wants to escape.

A stir-crazy, wire-happy

Frenchman who runs

To freedom, regardless

Of guards and their guns.

A cockney who tries

To prevent him in vain.

The Sergeant he runs at,

Again and again.

Resistance is futile;

His foolish bid fails.

The Sergeant is lauded,

And order prevails.

~0~

The cockney,

And

Frenchman

Head back

To their hut;

The mission

Accomplished

Successfully,

But...

They both walk

In silence;

Each lost

In deep thought;

Recalling

Those days

When such acts

Weren't for sport.

Those

Hopeless,

And endless,

Unbearable days.

The wire

Which they

Stared at;

A bleak,

Yearning

Gaze.

The lure

Of the wire;

They remember

So well;

And the men

Who succumbed

To such yearning,

And fell.

Those days

When it seemed

That the prospect

Of death,

Was somehow

No harder

Than drawing

Each breath.

~0~

A wisecrack, an insult,

Sweep tensions away.

They both know precisely

What neither will say...

~0~

They carry on

Walking;

No need to

Explain:

What got them

Through such

Wretched years

Is quite plain.

A person who

Mattered;

More close

Than a brother.

They were saved

By the process

Of saving

Each other.

~0~

Back to the present...

The matter in hand;

Their part in whatever

The Colonel has planned.

A purpose, a mission;

More stories to tell;

They are in this together,

And all will be well.

~0~


A/N2: This was sparked by comments made in the recent forum discussion about the episode, and by elements of Signy1's "Traduttore, Traditore".