7th June, 1944
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.

...or however it goes. On my last cigarette. Shouldn't smoke this much.

I don't think Danielewski is the one who had me reassigned. Not anymore. All the research I've been doing for the past few years, it wasn't to appease the government's idle curiousity. These things are real, or at least someone believes they are. Real enough to make a task force to deal with them. Word is, there's a werewolf running around London, and it's our job to deal with it. Whatever that means.

Some of the others are skeptical, think this all has a mundane explaination, but if our werewolf was really a German in a fur coat, the brass would have sent grunts to deal with it, not us. I'll see about requestioning some silver bullets later. Our wolfman might turn out to be as good-natured as Lon Chaney, but I've already died on paper this week. No need to add truth to a perfectly good lie.

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I've met some of the people I've been assigned to. Haven't decided what to think of most of them. Rapp seems a man I can put my back too, even if he is a bit dense on the wolfman angle--I suspect that'll change shortly. Mrs. Sienko (who's name makes me wonder if she married a Jap) was a pilot before getting sucked into the Corps. No idea how she managed that, but that alone makes her a force to be reckoned with in my book. And Foley... seems a man who's resigned himself to a lot of things in life, this new assignment being only the most recent.

Hell. I wonder if they sell Chesterfields in England.