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Conger Reynolds correspondence, April 1918
1918-04-11 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5
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how all but he out of forty men were killed when a shell exploded in their midst. It sounds pretty extravagant; but judging from the scars on the man's face and the medals on his breast I know he has seen some real war. They are surely magnificent soldiers! These Frenchmen! In the hotel last night I saw two American Red Cross workers with two officers, One looked just a bit like you - had the same impudent twist of her nose or something of that sort. The sight of her gave me a twinge of loneliness quick and sharp like the thrust of a knife. I wanted to see you. I hated the men who were so fortunate as to find sweethearts up there when I couldn't have my wife. I looked all around quickly to see if I could see you. But you were not there. It is more than a week since I have had letters from you. It's almost a week indeed since I opened the last one. But I have advance information that more are on their way this afternoon - at least that some letters for me are coming, and of course among them will be at least one or two from you. I live for tonight. We're entertaining at dinner tonight a French captain who replaces the liaison officer who has been with us before. Won't you come too? We have a perfectly good piano in the parlor. I want to hear you play it after dinner. Now I'm going to finish up the
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how all but he out of forty men were killed when a shell exploded in their midst. It sounds pretty extravagant; but judging from the scars on the man's face and the medals on his breast I know he has seen some real war. They are surely magnificent soldiers! These Frenchmen! In the hotel last night I saw two American Red Cross workers with two officers, One looked just a bit like you - had the same impudent twist of her nose or something of that sort. The sight of her gave me a twinge of loneliness quick and sharp like the thrust of a knife. I wanted to see you. I hated the men who were so fortunate as to find sweethearts up there when I couldn't have my wife. I looked all around quickly to see if I could see you. But you were not there. It is more than a week since I have had letters from you. It's almost a week indeed since I opened the last one. But I have advance information that more are on their way this afternoon - at least that some letters for me are coming, and of course among them will be at least one or two from you. I live for tonight. We're entertaining at dinner tonight a French captain who replaces the liaison officer who has been with us before. Won't you come too? We have a perfectly good piano in the parlor. I want to hear you play it after dinner. Now I'm going to finish up the
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