And the attention span of Sari herself. Carter finally took a break from his constant gobbling and set his elbows casually on the table. "No, they're on land, not in subs," he said, chin on one fist. Although they could be on subs, in theory. "The Gestapo are the German secret police. They go around investigating things, and interrogating people--and that's the torturing kind of interrogating, not the asking questions kind like regular policemen." He made a face of disdain. A visit from the Gestapo usually mean the rest of the day was a total loss. "They're pretty nasty customers, hung my friend LeBeau up by his thumbs when they caught him working for the underground. This one guy, Major Hochstetter, he's always harassing us and our kommandant because he thinks we're with the underground." Which was entirely true, but it didn't make him less of a bother. Nobody in the camp liked the guy but Carter outright couldn't understand him...Schultz's cowardice and Klink's desperate need for validation made sense, but he just couldn't wrap his mind around a sadist. Hogan could, but that was why Hogan was in command.

"Now he's a Kraut I wouldn't mind exploding," Carter finished, expression slightly wistful. Maybe at the end of the war he'd get put in front of a firing squad. Maybe Carter could watch.