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Yes, the English had independent guns that wandered about, I know the captain of one
of them. I could never tell you what work I put in on these details. I got a great
deal of it in the hospital here, winter of 1918, when a lot of Western boys lay here
in the Polyclinic4 all winter with no
one to talk to and were so glad to talk to me. Such clear, vivid memories come back
to sick men. The young captain who killed the degenerate German officer didn't know
what it meant5, that was why I used
see seemed so sweet. He had his wonderful
rings etc. I spent a large prt of that winter listening to quiet memories ,,—like
that about the terrible little girl6 and
the horrid baby7.
The For the transport part8 I had the diary of a New
doctor10 who was on one of the worst influenza
transports. How that diary came into my hands is a story that would thrill you as
writer. Every one of those episodes is chosen from many, many, which all reinforced
it. They nearly all cost somebody's blood, and they cost a good deal of mine. You
have to give out a whole lot to make people remember aloud to you. I saw many, many
well ones, too, here and in Canada11 ,; but the sick ones often talked like men in a dream, softly remembering
There are a hundred things I'd like to tell you the how and why of, and as I'm going over these proofs I'll write again.
But how I laughed when you lighted upon Claude
and David's violin14. That, my dear, I didn't get from any soldier boy.
That was the way you made me feel when we were in
France15 together that time16; and that
, was the way that I made my poor cousin17 feel. You never meant to, you
couldn't know it? Neither could David ,! neither could I, when Grosvenor's lips used to twitch and curl. It's
the way helpless ignorance always feels, and so many of the best of ours felt it in
France. This book gathered up everything ,; even you did not escape, you
All the same, it's a war book, and most of my few readers, even, won't give it a chance.
But of all these things, much more hereafter.