The Sleeper Journals

07/09/2020

Sorry folks it's been a while. Marching behind enemy lines is no small feat! Want to know some of the story? Check out part 1 of the comic The Sleeper Journals

The Sleeper aka Frank Ghoul served in the U.S. Army as a Private First Class and is captured with his unit. They are taken to Krakow, Poland as forced labor. He and several inmates attempt an escape and he is re-captured while luring the guards away. He is executed with several other inmates by firi...

03/23/2020

Stay tuned for more Journal Entries! We're moving forward into Actionthology and are excited to be part of the family!

03/17/2020

Journal Entry
I’ve lost track of the date. Time no longer has meaning. Our tormentors continue to interrogate us. I can’t put into words the terror they instill. I dare not confess to my own soul what goes through my head. All I remember is the pain. They hung me by my arms. Cannot describe the anguish and agony coursing through me. Henry has an ambitious plan. I would rather face a swift death than to spend my remaining days here under Werner’s thumb.

03/14/2020

Great news! The Sleeper Journals is now a part of Empire Comics Lab Actionthology and Frank’s story will be shared!

02/28/2020

Journal entry: May 17, 1944
I am afraid. Even more so to put my thoughts to paper out of fear our N**i friends should lay eyes on it. We were transported by truck then train cattle car to somewhere in Poland. The car was so packed that it was almost impossible to breath at times, especially during the heat of day. I dare not confess my wildest thoughts as I fear I will succumb to them. We lost Andy, my friend. The heat was too much for him and he passed in Henry's arms. I cannot even express the extent of my grief, for it goes so deep. There are only 5 of us left. I fear the unknown, I know we will be taken to be questioned. Stories of SS interrogation methods are enough to scare the Devil himself. My only comfort is my journal. I don't have much hope about our chances, although I don't dare confess these fears to the others.

02/16/2020

Journal entry: May 9, 1944
We have been apprehended by the N**is. Half of our platoon perished in a fire fight right near a small village. Words cannot express my thoughts. My thoughts are with our fallen brothers. My thoughts are with the people we found buried in a dune outside the village. The cruelty can't be properly measured. It's beyond words. My only hope is that we can find a way to come out of this alive. My friends, my brothers, I mourn you. We are being transferred somewhere. I will continue to draw on the strength of my love for my wife and son. I will find my way home to you. I promise.

02/10/2020

Journal entry: May 8, 1944
We are constantly on the move. We are always looking over our shoulders. Sargent always thinks there are N**is behind every corner. I guess that kind of paranoia comes with the territory. The countryside of France is breathtaking. Especially in the mornings during sunrise. The sky carries an unspeakable beauty that I had not noticed until now. Perhaps it's being in unfamiliar territory. Perhaps it's the fear of death and noticing things I had never noticed before. Either way, it's an incredible experience.

02/05/2020

Journal entry: May 7, 1944
So far a success and a relief. We successfully circumvented German outposts and lookouts to make a landing somewhere near Bayeux. We are moving in the night in order to evade detection. Our mission is vital to the success of the invasion. Our Sargent is optimistic that we will be able to relay our intel to our superiors. We are all full of excitement and patriotism. I've heard rumors circulating about things happening in countries under German occupation. Terrible things if true. That makes this even more important to the cause. I need to get sleep whenever I can since we are moving at a quick pace to not give away our position.

02/04/2020

Journal entry: May 5, 1944
We're getting ready to board our plane to the dark of somewhere near Normandy into the belly of the beast. Not long before we have to put our training to practice. I'm definitely entertaining my worst fears and doubts as this comes closer to becoming a reality. We are really doing this. I could die before my feet hit the ground. I may never see Maggie and David again. I struggle to keep a brave front at times but I know that I have to stay strong in the face of this. They are calling us now. I will continue to pray!

02/02/2020

Journal entry: May 4, 1944
Early wake-up call this morning. They’re moving us to another camp where we will ship out in a few days. The moment draws near and I am filled with many emotions. They’ve moved our ship out days. Understandably since they’re worried about intel they received from the British. Don’t have much time before our flight takes off. I finished my letters last night. I am praying for us and our families. God be with us!

02/01/2020

Journal entry: May 3, 1944
Sitting in the barracks listening to records with the boys. It’s been a long week of extensive training. I am definitely in better shape than I was. We are not far away from shipping out. I am going through my letters from Maggie and David while listening. Right now there’s nothing I miss more than my wife and son. I am going to write a few more letters before I turn in for the night. We will be back at it tomorrow discussing strategy and tactics with the platoon. Things are kicking up and it won’t be much longer till we’re out there doing it for liberty. Good night!

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