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annieslytherpuff21 · 1 year

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Falling for Hogan’s Heroes Day 1

I will be crossposting this on fanfiction dot net account (LightShiner14) soon. I’m already a few hours late for November 1st and I want to hit all the days, so my anxiety and constraints of being a night shifter made me post it here first.

Holidays

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through barracks two not a creature was stirring except Felix the mouse.

Except, Carter was whistling cherry Christmas tunes, Newkirk was griping about the onslaught to his ears, LeBeau’s spoon was clanking on the sides of his pot on the stove, Kinch was talking football with a few guys at the table, and Colonel Hogan was chatting up a pretty underground agent who’d just dropped them off some intel about troop movements. So not really all that quiet.

“Carter, would you stop that infernal whistling?” Newkirk finally slammed his darning down, hopped down off the top bunk, and pulled Carter’s hat down over the young American’s face.

“Aww, come on, I wasn’t bothering anyone was I?” Carter fixed his hat and set down the letter he was writing and stood up to face off with the slightly taller Britt.

“LeBeau, please tell Carter here that he’s givin’ us all a brain bleed!”

“Hm?” LeBeau looked up from the pot where his attention had been focused. His eyes gave off a deer in the headlights gleam.

“Tell Carter to stop whistling,”

“I wasn’t bothering you, was I LeBeau?” Carter pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You need to settle this yourselves, I won’t fight your battles for you. Grow up.” The Frenchman snapped before turning his attention back to his pot.

“LeBeau, are you feeling ok little buddy?” Newkirk was suddenly concerned about LeBeau and Carter’s whistling seemed inconsequential.

“Yeah, LeBeau, what’s the matter?” Carter chipped in.

LeBeau heaved out a heavy sigh and shook his head no. “I am fine, just thinking. I will be ok,”

But he wasn’t really, every Christmas was hard to get through. He tried to keep himself busy, but sometimes that wasn’t enough.

“You’ve been real quiet lately Louie, are you sure you’re ok mate?” Newkirk nudged the shorter Frenchman.

“40,” Louis whispered.

Recognition gleamed in Newkirk’s eyes and he squeezed the other man’s shoulder and huffed out a sigh of his own. “I know,” he nodded his head, gave LeBeau another squeeze and then nudged Carter back towards their bunks.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothin Andrew, just sit back down and finish writin’ that letter, ok?”

“But what’s wrong with LeBeau?”

“You wouldn’t understand Carter, just give it a rest,”

“Fine,” Carter huffed, plopping himself back down onto his bunk and grabbing his pencil to finish writing his letter to his gran.

“And no whistling!” Newkirk grumbled as he saw the American’s pursed lips, like he was about to start up again.

Carter huffed but continued writing in silence.

As Newkirk started up his darning again, he, like LeBeau, got stuck thinking back to that terrible Christmas.

It was December 24th of 1940 and Newkirk had finally gotten to a destination. He’d been shot down and separated from the rest of his flight crew over a week prior. He had then been shuffled from train to train until he finally was stuffed into the back of a truck that brought him ultimately within the barbed wire of Stalag 13.

They were made to stand in a line, he and the other British flyers who had been in the truck with him, and wait for the Kommandant.

2 hours later, a tall gangly German came out of the building they were facing. He had a malicious grin and an evil twinkle in his eyes.

“Welcome to where you will die,” his smile grew.

Newkirk felt a pit grow in his stomach that was already gnawing at his insides from lack of food. A feeling he knew all too well.

“For you, the war is over. If you try to escape, you will be shot. If you do not follow the rules, you will be shot. And that would be lucky for you, because otherwise, the cold, that is what will kill you. Now! I will assign you to your barracks. If there is so much of a hint of insolence that I hear about, you will be shot. Be aware, the walls have eyes and ears, so if you step a toe out of line, I will know, and you will be shot.”

Newkirk quivered in his boots. His usual snarky self knew that he could get in trouble easily and he wasn’t too fond of the idea of being shot. Therefore, he decided that he was just going to keep his mouth shut. Safer that way, just like it had been with his old man.

Newkirk was assigned to barracks two. When he was finally dismissed, he entered his new dwelling to find that all but one other prisoner in there were all sporting French uniforms. He couldn’t control the grimace that grew on his face.

Bloody Frogs.

“Right on, what’s your name old chap?” The other Britt, whose proper accent made Newkirk even more uncomfortable than all the frog eyes on him, stood up and walked over to Newkirk with an outstretched hand of friendship.

Newkirk shook it, and cleared his throat, “Newkirk,” was all he said, but he could tell by the subtle changes in the other man’s face that it had been enough.

“Right, we’ll then,” the other corporal was much less cheery now, “ you can bunk there, the last bloke passed about two nights ago now,”

Newkirk gulped, the Kommandant hadn’t been joking. He nodded his head and made up his mind that he was going to do everything in his power to make it back to his sister alive.

Sitting down on his newly assigned bunk, he took in the rest of the barracks. Most of the men within were supporting cherry red noses and a haunted expression accentuated by deep dark bags under their eyes. A few had their arms in slings and there was much coughing.

Even though there were four walls and a roof, it was still very cold and everyone was trying their best to maintain their body heat.

Newkirk hadn’t even realized that he had drifted off to sleep until he heard the yells summoning all the prisoners to a roll call and in less than three seconds, all the prisoners were bolting for the door to make sure they were out in a timing that the Kommandant and his goons deemed respectable.

Newkirk, as hard as he tried to not be, was the last one out and his heart was pounding. He didn’t want to be shot within his first 24 hours of being a prisoner.

It was pitch black, the only light was from the guard towers and he saw the smoke that came out from all the noses and mouths of everyone present in the dim lighting. The sight made him feel even colder than he already did.

“Merry Christmas, in honor of this day and that you are so far away from all of your loved ones, we will celebrate by standing in formation until I deem fit!” The Kommandant announced over the loud speakers of the camp. He didn’t even dignify them with leaving his office, which, if the smoke billowing out of the chimney was any indication, was nice and toasty warm.

Newkirk had no idea what time it was and didn’t have the guts to look at his watch, afraid that tiny movement might get him shot.

They stood, and stood, and stood. Newkirk was afraid his legs were going to fall off. The sky opened up, and soon the men were starting to get snow accumulating on them, but no one moved. Their teeth clattered and their eyelashes started to freeze.

The wet started to seep through his clothes and eventually even his shoes. His toes were numb, and his face was as cold as ice.

They watched the sun rise, and it continued to climb. Still, they stood.

Men started falling to the ground, and if someone made a move to help them, a gun was trained in their direction.

When they finally were dismissed, Newkirk’s watch read 10. The men could barely move, they were all so stiff.

The hut felt so much warmer compared to the frigid temperatures outside.

“Merry Christmas, dirty boshe!” A short Frenchman growled helping one of the men who had collapsed into a bunk. “Someday, I’ll show him, make the filthy pig pay!”

“LeBeau, be more quiet, or they will hear,” the man he was helping whispered before letting out a horrendous cough.

“So what, let them shoot me! I don’t care, I will die for France!”

“France is in ruins, they have ruined our beautiful homeland,”

“Shh, we will someday rescue her and rebuild, picture the day, the wine will flow, and the children will sing, it will be a beautiful day, and we will see it,”

The other man was coughing violently and started convulsing.

The fiery one, LeBeau, started singing softly, a French carol and slowly the rest of the men started chiming in, just as softly.

It brought tears to Newkirk’s eyes. He didn’t understand the lyrics, but he understood the sentiment.

“They can steal our freedom, our land, and our lives even, but we can not let them steal our spirit, because that’s when we lose,” LeBeau hissed and his countrymen nodded in agreement and they started to sing what Newkirk recognized as the French national anthem.

Newkirk couldn’t help but admire the short man who single handed raised the morale of 15 other men.

It helped him too, even though he was sure the speech hadn’t been for him.

Unfortunately, LeBeau’s rallying words were some of the last that 5 of the prisoners in the barracks ever heard.

“Newkirk! Newkirk, are you ok?!”

Newkirk blinked as he registered that Andrew Carter was trying to get his attention.

“What is it now?” He grumbled, only half grumpy, at the American.

“Colonel Hogan wants to see you in his office, and you were off in another world,”

Newkirk rolled his eyes. “Ok Carter, and uh, you can keep whistling if you’d like.”

#hogans heroes #corporal newkirk #andrew carter #louis lebeau #colonel hogan #falling for hogan's heroes #holiday #stalag 13 #world war 2 #fanfiction #day 1 #original work

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girlactionfigure · 1 year

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Robert Clary, who played Corporal Louis LeBeau on Hogan's Heroes, died today, November 16, 2022, at 96 years old.

In addition to being a beloved performer for decades, he was a survivor of the Holocaust during World War 2, but he lost almost all of his family. He was only 16 years old when he was arrested in Paris and deported.

"....[W]e were not even human beings. When we got to Buchenwald, the SS shoved us into a shower room to spend the night. I had heard the rumors about the dummy showerheads that were gas jets. I thought, this is it. But no, it was just a place to sleep. The first eight days there, the Germans kept us without a crumb to eat. We were hanging on to life by pure guts, sleeping on top of each other, every morning waking up to find a new corpse next to you.

"....The whole experience was a complete nightmare, the way they treated us, what we had to do to survive. We were less than animals. Sometimes I dream about those days. I wake up in a sweat terrified for fear I'm about to be sent away to a concentration camp. But I don't hold a grudge because that's a great waste of time. Yes, there's something dark in the human soul. For the most part human beings are not very nice. That's why when you find those who are, you cherish them."

~ Robert (Widerman) Clary

Only three of Clary's 13 siblings survived the Holocaust. On the wall of the apartment building on Rue des Deux Ponts in Paris where he grew up, there is a memorial plaque that reads:

"A la mémoire des 112 habitants de cette

maison dont 40 petits enfants déporté et

morts dans les camps Allemands en 1942."

In memory of the 112 inhabitants of this house,

including 40 young children, deported and dead

in German camps in 1942.

Adieu, Monsieur Clary. Merci, et shalom.

Historia Obscurum

May his memory be a blessing.

#Robert Clary #Holocaust Survivor #Buchenwald #Hogans Heros #RIP

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benevolenterrancy · 8 months

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@frau-wilhelm-klink suggested a pile of sleeping heroes + schultz a while back, and i've finally cycled back to it!

#hogan's heroes #robert hogan #colonel hogan #schultz #kinch #lebeau #newkirk #carter #louis lebeau #corporal lebeau #peter newkirk #corporal newkirk #andrew carter #sergeant carter #james kinchloe #sergeant kinchloe #sergeant schultz #hans schultz #man if it isn't a pain trying to shove that many bodies together in a way that doesn't look completely ridiculous

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tommy-gunn-4077-13 · 11 months

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A thought came to mind that I haven't seen drawn yet, and I thought I would be a nice little summer project, Hogan's Heroes as Muppets so Each week I'll have a poll for each Character and who they should be cast as. (At least one Sesame Street muppet would be included in the options) SO WITHOUT FURTHER A DO!!!

#hogans heroes #hogan's heroes #colonel hogan #sgt kinchloe #sgt carter #corporal lebeau #corporal newkirk #why am i doing this #please help me #the muppets #sesame street

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executethyself35 · 3 months

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Oc Intro Page

Bianca Maria “B” Hernandez: Born June 30th, 1918, Havana, Cuba, 5’6, she’s insane and willing to fight anyone with no issue, she and her mother immigrated to Washington Heights, New York, in 1923 when she was 5, joined the airborne as a sense of duty and a way to get away from her mother and out of spite towards her mother, rank is Staff Sergeant

Zipporah Josephine “Zippo” Fieldman: Born November 23rd, 1914, Saratov, Russia, 5’7, she will brawl anyone and then go to Shabbos right after, she and her family immigrated to San Francisco, California, in 1916 when she was 2, joined the airborne because she’s always been the oldest sibling and is the only sibling that could go to war, she felt like she had to go as a sense of duty towards her family, rank is Technician 5th Grade (sniper)

Olive-Marie “Ollie” LeBeau: Born April 16th, 1921, New Orleans, Louisiana, 5’4, is usually very calm and collective, can act a little chaotic at times but most of the time is very chill, unless you get her around B and Zippo then she’ll join them in their bs, she will fight a person if need be or drunk enough, technically engaged but she hates her fiance with a passion and was forced to become engaged to him just so her family would let her go into the military, joined the airborne because she wanted to help people and do something with her life, rank is Technician 3rd Grade (nurse/medic)

Marselle Anita Rosaliano: Born April 16th, 1922, Alpine, New Jersey, 5’6, very bubbly and energetic, like a puppy, oblivious to certain things like flirting, and takes a minute to understand dirty jokes, will fight only if necessary or drunk, will be very blunt and tell you off if you really piss her off, she has connections to the mob since her dad runs one, but we don’t talk about that, joined the airborne because she wanted to help people, rank is Private First Class (nurse/medic)

Elizabeth Annabelle “Eliza” Thomlin: Born October 30th, 1923, Asheville, North Carolina, absolutely batshit insane, would probably kill a man with no issues, has severe mommy and daddy issues, hates religion with a burning passion, isn’t afraid of anyone, including Speirs, joined the airborne because she just needed to get away from her normal life and just do something with it, she saw that escape in the airborne, she’s willing to take the risk of death, rank is Corporal (nurse/medic)

Torrance Georgia “Torrie” Stylinski: Born March 27th, 1921, London, England, is a comedian on George’s level, will fight if drunk for shits and giggles, lived in England till she was 10, then moved to Ireland with her mother after her parents divorced, lived there till she was 15 and then basically her whole family on her moms side moved to America after her grandpa died, she’s a mixed albino woman, who currently lives in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, joined the airborne because she wanted to fight, and to get away from her mother, rank is 2nd Lieutenant

Mary Elise McCullen: Born November 15th, 1921, Castle Rock, Washington, has so many issues, like girl is so depressed but she’s vibing and laughing her ass off with Malarkey, Skip and Penk, will fight someone sober for funsies, her dad passed in a motorcycle accident when she was 12, so when she heard about Don and More’s run in with the truck she was PISSED, doesn’t have a great relationship with her mom, but she deals with it, joined the airborne because she wanted to, she saw her chance and took it, rank is Sergeant (mortar squad)

Allison Katherine “Allie” Harten: Born February 12th, 1917, Mountain View, Arkansas, is basically the mother of this group of idiots, is completely and absolutely done with everyone’s bs, both men and women, will call someone out and berate them in front of anyone without care, she doesn’t fight unless absolutely necessary, and doesn’t as drunk as everyone else, somebody's gotta be responsible here, joined the military when she was 18 in 1935, and once they introduced the airborne she joined that immediately, same reason as Lip she wanted to be the best so you gotta be with the best, she joined the military because her father and grandfather were both army men, and she has no brothers, so she decided to do join, it was also to piss her mom off, rank is 1st Lieutenant (intelligence officer)

Julia Ariana Josefina Vasquez-Rodriguez: Born, July 22nd, 1923, The Bronx, New York, the mini B, is treated like everyone’s younger sister, simply because she knew Joe Toye before the war, will fight someone if pissed off, not very hard to do, or drunk, will fight dirty (@blueberry-ovaries, i think you’re gonna love her), the youngest of her full-blooded siblings, moved to Philadelphia when she was 17 because she wanted to and for work, became friends with Joe Toye caused they lived in the same apartment building (yes this is setting up for a fic in the future, hush), joined the airborne because she wanted to, she was in training with the other replacements such as, Heffron, Hashey and Garcia, so she came in right before Market Garden, rank is Private First Class

(Also these girls got some ships to go with them, so i wanna see if y'all, my BoB moots, can guess which guys they go with, a few of them are kinda obvious but still wanna see what y'all think)

#alexi rambles #oc shit #let's see how far we’ve come

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colpapabear · 1 year

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Corporal Louis Lebeau, one scene from every season of Hogan’s Heroes R.I.P. - Robert Clary, 1st March 1926 - 16th November 2022

#Hogan's Heroes #robert clary #louis lebeau #delivered as promised #i tried picking scenes ive not seen giffed before #also this guy is sassier than i remembered

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whatisthismandoinghere · 1 year

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Rip Robert Clary 💔 I will always remember you as the fiery and adorable Corporal Louis Lebeau. Thank you for making us laugh and for sharing your experiences during the Holocaust. We will never forget

#robert clary #rip #hogan's heroes #louis lebeau

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badassbiburgerbob · 2 years

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Favorite beasties of all time. Their friendship literally gives me life.

Mischief makers. Controllers of chaos. Absolute madlads. My favorite sassy little shits. Always got something to say. Casually continuing centuries of war between France and England, ya know as you do. I love them to death!

Friendship goals for all time. Would murder for what they have.

(Also sorry for the bad quality of some of these)

#hogan's heroes #newkirk my beloved #peter newkirk #louis lebeau #corporal labeau #corporal newkirk #i love the way they interact #and the depth of their friendship #they have such a deep pure friendship #its so full of love and happiness #i love them #theyre just great

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kwebtv · 1 year

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Robert Clary (born Robert Max Widerman; March 1, 1926 – November 16, 2022) was a French–born American actor. He is best known for his role in the television sitcom Hogan's Heroes as Corporal Louis LeBeau (1965 to 1971). He also had recurring roles in the soap operas The Bold and the Beautiful (1990 to 1992), and Days of Our Lives (1972 to 1987).

During World War II he was sent to Buchenwald concentration camp. He was liberated from Buchenwald on April 11, 1945.

After the war Clary returned to the entertainment business and began singing songs that not only became popular in France, but in the United States as well. Clary made his first recordings in 1948; they were brought to the United States on wire and were issued on disk by Capitol Records. He went to the U.S. in October 1949. One of Clary's first American appearances was a French-language comedy skit on The Ed Wynn Show in 1950. Clary later met Merv Griffin and Eddie Cantor. This eventually led to Clary meeting Cantor's daughter, Natalie Cantor Metzger, whom he married in 1965, after being "the closest of friends" for 15 years. Cantor later got Clary a spot on The Colgate Comedy Hour. In the mid-1950s, Clary appeared on NBC's early sitcom The Martha Raye Show and on CBS's drama anthology series Appointment with Adventure.

Clary's comedic skills were quickly recognized by Broadway, where he appeared in several popular musicals, including New Faces of 1952, which was produced as a film in 1954.In 1952, he appeared in the film Thief of Damascus which also starred Paul Henreid and Lon Chaney, Jr. In 1958, he guest-starred on The Gisele MacKenzie Show (NBC). He guest-starred on The Munsters Today (1989) as Louis Schecter, Lily's acting coach, in the episode "Green Eyed Munsters".

After Hogan's Heroes was cancelled in 1971, Clary maintained close ties to fellow Hogan's Heroes cast members Werner Klemperer, John Banner, and Leon Askin, whose lives were also affected by the Holocaust. Following the show's cancellation, he appeared in a handful of feature films with World War II themes, including the made-for-television film Remembrance of Love, about the Holocaust. Clary also appeared on the soap operas Days of Our Lives, The Young and the Restless, and The Bold and the Beautiful.

Clary was the last surviving original cast member of Hogan’s Heroes (Wikipedia)

#Robert Clary #TV #Obit #Obituary #O2022 #Hogan's Heroes #Days of Our Lives #The Young and the Restless #The Bold and the Beautiful

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