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Conger Reynolds correspondence, September 1918
1918-09-19 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5
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it would take too long to get to the outlet. I suspected they had cold feet so I insisted that we'd hurry and it wouldn't take long. Then the roads were bad; then they didn't feel well. And finally they mentioned that it might be just as well for them not to go where they might get shelled. As they had no gas masks with them I would not have taken them near shellfire anyway, so I finally and with seeming reluctance consented to go back. Before we went we entered the church. Several men who had been gassed were there with their stretchers across the backs of the pews. None of them was in a very bad way and they received with much joy the box of cigarettes Mr. Blythe gave them. A casual doughboy was playing on the pipe organ - no, not hymns. It was "Pretty Baby." I talked several minutes to a fine-looking sergeant who told me how the artillery rushed for driving the push. On my way bak we stopped at a Salvation army hut. It was full of doughboys, very proud of what they had done in the push and very glad that it had been so easy. They were keeping a girl and a man busy selling them grapes, nuts (too bad they couldn't have had grapenuts) and post cards. Mr. Blythe watched them with much
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it would take too long to get to the outlet. I suspected they had cold feet so I insisted that we'd hurry and it wouldn't take long. Then the roads were bad; then they didn't feel well. And finally they mentioned that it might be just as well for them not to go where they might get shelled. As they had no gas masks with them I would not have taken them near shellfire anyway, so I finally and with seeming reluctance consented to go back. Before we went we entered the church. Several men who had been gassed were there with their stretchers across the backs of the pews. None of them was in a very bad way and they received with much joy the box of cigarettes Mr. Blythe gave them. A casual doughboy was playing on the pipe organ - no, not hymns. It was "Pretty Baby." I talked several minutes to a fine-looking sergeant who told me how the artillery rushed for driving the push. On my way bak we stopped at a Salvation army hut. It was full of doughboys, very proud of what they had done in the push and very glad that it had been so easy. They were keeping a girl and a man busy selling them grapes, nuts (too bad they couldn't have had grapenuts) and post cards. Mr. Blythe watched them with much
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