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Conger Reynolds correspondence, September 1918
1918-09-03 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 5
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There goes our old friend the alerte. This is the first in a week or more. Before that we were having one every night. But nothing ever happened. --------- Resuming after considerable interruption- I have to admit that I could not now write my last sentance above. Exactly at the moment I was putting a period to it something went off with a prolonged roar, and doors and windows and furniture in the office rattled and shook. In quick succession came two more explosions just like it. By the time of the third Lieutenant Alling, Archie Panke (a correspondent) and I were well on our way to the door with the thoroughly agreed plan of going for the cellar under the house next door. As we came into the street we could heard the boche's motor very plainly directly overhead. We lost no time ducking into the hallway and groping our way in the darkness toward the rear of the house where the entrance to the cave is. That corridor never before seemed so long or the open court we had to cross so exposed to the sky as it did then. A half dozen or so of our crowd and neighbors were already in the cellar when we got there. We had a lot of fun joking about the situ-
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There goes our old friend the alerte. This is the first in a week or more. Before that we were having one every night. But nothing ever happened. --------- Resuming after considerable interruption- I have to admit that I could not now write my last sentance above. Exactly at the moment I was putting a period to it something went off with a prolonged roar, and doors and windows and furniture in the office rattled and shook. In quick succession came two more explosions just like it. By the time of the third Lieutenant Alling, Archie Panke (a correspondent) and I were well on our way to the door with the thoroughly agreed plan of going for the cellar under the house next door. As we came into the street we could heard the boche's motor very plainly directly overhead. We lost no time ducking into the hallway and groping our way in the darkness toward the rear of the house where the entrance to the cave is. That corridor never before seemed so long or the open court we had to cross so exposed to the sky as it did then. A half dozen or so of our crowd and neighbors were already in the cellar when we got there. We had a lot of fun joking about the situ-
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