TheStarsAreRight:HenriksJournal-1932-10-20

Writing this the next morning, I am unsure what to think. On the one hand, the incursion turned out vastly less bloody than I had thought. I have heard no word of civilian casualties, but it seems as if they may be in the hundreds rather than the thousands or millions. I feel terrible because this news does not make me happy. It makes me wonder if something worse will happen elsewhere, or if my whole vision of this as the End of Times may be wrong. What did I make this sacrifice for in that case.

It began with a walk along Central Park, with no sign yet of the enemy, heading for Columbus Circle. Jack and I went with Robert Krusemark, along with a former Guardian (?) named Miles and a sailor named Sinclair.

Going into the park, there was a soft spot in reality like a pool on the ground, from which were coming hellhounds.