Stranger


 * - 4.3.51


 * Lt. Cartwright's sending us after a pack of Cloven in the morning. Should be a laugh. Sleeping under the stars all night, hunting Russian maniacs all day.


 * - 7.3.51


 * We spotted a pack of Cloven today. We'll rest up and hit them tonight.


 * - 8.3.51


 * They knew we were coming. We found them hanging from a birch tree. They'd cut out their own tongues. Each one had a picture jammed in their mouth. It must be their leader. Who the hell is this guy that he commands such loyalty?