August 30, 1917My fellow operatives, Jean and Armand, stared at the map that I had pencil drawn on letter sized piece of paper. “There is an electrified fence, on the other end of the forest,” Jean
Continue readingSept 01, 1917As Berg and I entered the entrance to the passages the second time, I found I wasn’t so nearly overcome with the feeling of being buried alive or smothered in dust and dirt as I had been
Continue readingAugust 23, 1917 I’m stationed in a town called Kortrijk in Belgium. Soon after destroying the German phone exchange hut in Nivelle, I received word that it was too dangerous for me to stay there considering
Continue readingJuly 30, 1917With all my training in espionage and the people I have met and worked with, none come close to Magda. Around my age in her early twenties, she has pale skin and long dark hair rolled into
Continue readingMay 28, 1917Five days ago, I arrived at Ostende where I’m staying with an older Flemish couple. The man, whom I will call Monsieur Audelet, is in his early sixties and owns a fisherman’s supply store
Continue readingMarch 31, 1917We watched an airplane go down this morning, about thirty kilometres inside occupied French territory, near Urcel. As far as I could tell it was a british bi-plane, perhaps a Bristol Scout.
Continue readingFebruary 1, 1917(From Murder in Belgravia)Pantin, the French operative who’d been captured by the Germans two weeks ago, was rescued. Unconscious and gravely wounded, he’d been left to die in a shelled
Continue readingJanuary 16, 1917 (From Murder in Belgravia)As Captain Smithwick and I entered the old farmhouse once again, I was hit with the smells of stale cigarette smoke, horse manure, and oakwood burning in the
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