American Experience . Letters from the Front. France, July 2. 2, 1. Darling.. Yesterday I had to visit all the units again, to get statements for my report. The regiment is in contact with the enemy, so such trips always have their skin- prickling moments. I got back pretty tired about 7 o'clock, just in time to get a phone call from the CO of one of Sirrine's battalions, also in the line, requesting me to come up to discuss personal problems of his body- guard, a fine young fellow who had simultaneously received word that his sister, an army nurse, and a brother, a flyer, had both been killed in the So. Pacific, and that his remaining brother had been critically wounded with another division here in France. While up there, I hit the favorite hours for Jerry's activities, and, frankly, pretty nearly had the pants scared off me, with samples of shelling, mortar- fire, and strafing. I got back at midnight, having driven the jeep myself all day (my driver being on guard) slipping and slewing through mud axle deep whenever I got off the surfaced roads, which was frequently. I hate to admit it, but after a day like that, I feel my years. War is a young man's game!. News on 9. 0th has been released. Maybe you know something now of what the boys have gone through: constant contact with the enemy since D- Day. They've taken their losses, too. I saw it grow - - shattered bodies lying there waiting for graves to be dug. The graves are neat and trim, each with its cross. Occasionally I visit it when passing by. Always there are flowers on the graves: Sometimes a potted geranium has been newly brought in; sometimes there is a handful of daisies. The French people, especially the children, seem to have charged themselves with this little attention. A bad argument we cannot afford to ignore. Jeremy Waldron, The Harm in Hate Speech, Harvard University Press, 2012, 292 pp., 26.95. First-Amendment guarantees of free. The Chronicles of Captain Blood, Rafael Sabatini, free ebooks, ebook, etext. Our bombers are roaring overhead just now, in the hazy afterglow of sunset. In a few seconds I'll hear the crunch of bombs - - a good- night kiss for the Nazis. There they go! The war news is good; but we're fighting over optimism. I suppose people at home are elated; the boys up front are still in their fox- holes. I'll try to write at least a note every day or so. Take care of yourself.
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