I have not touched this journal since my return to England, but it seems fitting I do so now.

The War ended today in a victory for us and our allies, after four long years of fighting and losing so much of England’s youth. No doubt all sides are counting the costs of this Great War, and with luck they are deciding it too great to risk enduring again.

And yet I feel that there is still more evil at large in this world. The sights of that battlefield in France will never leave me, but no matter how dreadful it is not the deeds of man that haunt me.

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A gentleman came to see me this morning, as I listened to the wireless and awaited the cessation of hostilities. He said he was looking for men who had seen “curious things” to join him in a new campaign. How he knew to speak with me he would not say, but he drew out of me for the first time the full account I laid down in this journal, and professed to believe my experience. I am to meet with him again to discuss his work with a view to joining his Society.

Perhaps I may yet fulfil my duty to my country and keep Her safe from harm.