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Conger Reynolds correspondence, February 1918

1918-02-26 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

you the delights of tormenting the only husband you have. We'll have to make up for lost time when the chance comes. I promise thee, though, that I'll not be very rough in administering the beatings. 
The sun came out today after a long hiding and made the outdoors tolerable nice. This afternoon we strolled out into the county and watched a glorious demonstration of the infantry attack. The show was put on for the benefit of a well-known major general and a considerable crowd of 'gigadier brenerals; colonels, majors, et cetera. Present also were a lot of high French officers and a British staff colonel. I was immensely awed until I heard some of the comments made by the great ones. Then I wondered where they had been since the war began. The onlookers took a position on the flank of the attacking force. All of a sudden it began. From far to the rear of us the machine gun bullets came singing overhead to spray the "German" trench on the hilltop 600 yards ahead of us. At the same time the trench mortars and the one-pounders opened. Spouts of earth began flying into the air at the place where our maps showed a German pill-box. In the midst of this a funny incident happened.  An inquisitive dog raced up the hillside to see what all the fuss at the pill-box was. "Good-bye dog!" everybody was saying as they watched him dash right into the thickest of it. For several seconds he was hidden in the shell-bursts. Then back he came with his tail between his legs racing as fast as his legs would carry him. But he hadn't a scratch. After that the infantry advanced in long lines with bayonets flashing while the machine gun and t.m. barrage went ahead. The bombers slipped ahead and blew up some theoretical strong points that were bothering. The automatic

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you the delights of tormenting the only husband you have. We'll have to make up for lost time when the chance comes. I promise thee, though, that I'll not be very rough in administering the beatings. The sun came out today after a long hiding and made the outdoors tolerable nice. This afternoon we strolled out into the county and watched a glorious demonstration of the infantry attack. The show was put on for the benefit of a well-known major general and a considerable crowd of 'gigadier brenerals; colonels, majors, et cetera. Present also were a lot of high French officers and a British staff colonel. I was immensely awed until I heard some of the comments made by the great ones. Then I wondered where they had been since the war began. The onlookers took a position on the flank of the attacking force. All of a sudden it began. From far to the rear of us the machine gun bullets came singing overhead to spray the "German" trench on the hilltop 600 yards ahead of us. At the same time the trench mortars and the one-pounders opened. Spouts of earth began flying into the air at the place where our maps showed a German pill-box. In the midst of this a funny incident happened. An inquisitive dog raced up the hillside to see what all the fuss at the pill-box was. "Good-bye dog!" everybody was saying as they watched him dash right into the thickest of it. For several seconds he was hidden in the shell-bursts. Then back he came with his tail between his legs racing as fast as his legs would carry him. But he hadn't a scratch. After that the infantry advanced in long lines with bayonets flashing while the machine gun and t.m. barrage went ahead. The bombers slipped ahead and blew up some theoretical strong points that were bothering. The automatic