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Conger Reynolds correspondence, March 1-17, 1918

1918-03-16 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

which of course hardly amount to enough to be counted. 
I hadn't finished yet with answering your splendid, long #5. So I'm fairly swamped. Gosh, how I like being swamped that way! Keep 'em coming, honey, and we'll surely win this war. Last night I came home too nearly done in to write. I had driven over a hundred miles in a raw wind seeing the places to which we conduct visitors. By the time I got thawed out I was fast asleep - you know how riding in wind "dopes" a person. 
The trip to the front was exceedingly interesting. I went up with Ferguson of the United Press. He goes over the ground two or three times a week and is consequently able to tell a new man more about it than another officer could. The ever present necessity for discretion about writing about things military forbids my telling some of the most interesting features of the trip. It wasn't very thrilling, or course, because I didn't get within range of any except the long range German guns, and they were not active. Indeed, I didn't hear a shot fired; it happened to be a very quiet day. But I added another touch to the series of experiences by which I have been gaining comprehension of the fact that there is war going on. It was a bit different to see orderlies go whizzing up the road on motorcycles and to realize that they might be shelled a few kilometres farther on; a bit more the real thing to see sausage balloons hanging in the air and know they were watching territory held by Germans, to hear the drone of aeroplane motors and know that their drivers were up there patrolling against

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which of course hardly amount to enough to be counted. I hadn't finished yet with answering your splendid, long #5. So I'm fairly swamped. Gosh, how I like being swamped that way! Keep 'em coming, honey, and we'll surely win this war. Last night I came home too nearly done in to write. I had driven over a hundred miles in a raw wind seeing the places to which we conduct visitors. By the time I got thawed out I was fast asleep - you know how riding in wind "dopes" a person. The trip to the front was exceedingly interesting. I went up with Ferguson of the United Press. He goes over the ground two or three times a week and is consequently able to tell a new man more about it than another officer could. The ever present necessity for discretion about writing about things military forbids my telling some of the most interesting features of the trip. It wasn't very thrilling, or course, because I didn't get within range of any except the long range German guns, and they were not active. Indeed, I didn't hear a shot fired; it happened to be a very quiet day. But I added another touch to the series of experiences by which I have been gaining comprehension of the fact that there is war going on. It was a bit different to see orderlies go whizzing up the road on motorcycles and to realize that they might be shelled a few kilometres farther on; a bit more the real thing to see sausage balloons hanging in the air and know they were watching territory held by Germans, to hear the drone of aeroplane motors and know that their drivers were up there patrolling against