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My arrival to this unknown facility is somewhere in August. I don't know much of what is going on, but I suppose that I should keep a log of such while I'm here. I doubt that anyone will ever read of my experiences, but it is better to keep a written log then to go by with just my memories.

I will always seek to find a way home, but for now there are people who need me here and a chance to at least lighten the burden everyone faces.

I guess I will keep this as a log of sort. It'll keep me organized and it'll make keeping track of time a little easier at the very least.

-Steve Rogers

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Week 137
Thursday - 09/08/2011
Haven
Faciliberries Come to Life
[Conversation with Alfred] (http://a-facility.livejournal.com/3692636.html?thread=213085788#t213085788) [Conversation with Bucky, Timothy, and Accelerator] (http://a-facility.livejournal.com/3693490.html?thread=213127346#t213127346)

We were attacked today. Ships came from the sky. It was sudden and I suppose the correct word that most would use is terrifying. The ships had skeletons tied to them and there was dried blood caked onto them. It was definitely not a pleasant sight nor was it something one can even remotely say was welcoming. The people that came out of the ship were also quite disturbing. The scars on them looked self inflicted, and I have no reason to doubt that they weren't, and they came out as soon as they were probably grounded. They were armed. It was obvious that we were experiencing a raid of some sort.

I fought of course. I killed. I'm a soldier after all. Killing isn't abnormal to do, especially for the sake of those who I sworn to protect. I fought alongside Alfred. Young, but ambitious. A fighter and good with shooting.

Without the collars, it seemed that fending them off did not take too much trouble. I'm unsure about casualties though. Perhaps I should have asked around whether people were injured or missing.

I arrived back at the safe-house for some coffee. I shouldn't drink it before trying to get rest, but it's probably not going to make a difference. Bucky, Timothy, and Accelerator were situated on the couch together when I arrived. It was quite heartwarming to see them like that. Bucky didn't really had family to cling to when he was young. Perhaps I am happy to see that in some way, he has made a family for himself of sort. He's grown so much since 1945. I feel like I'm very much too far in the past and everyone is too far into the future. This isn't going to suddenly speak of any of my sudden insecurities. I know better then to make it a problem. I'm glad to see him content like he was. It reminds me that we can always find peace even in a moment of turmoil. We did talk a bit. Someone had died. I probably didn't know them, but it's still a disappointment to know someone died and I couldn't do anything about it. I don't think Accelerator likes me very much. Perhaps I should try avoiding him to avoid angering him somehow?

New Face: Alfred F. Jones