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Conger Reynolds correspondence, January 1918

1918-01-12 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

gence officer, fit me more particularly for that perhaps than for any other kind of military activity. So it was logical for the chief to hold me to it. 
I went over to the war department at once to make sure that the order was final. Colonel Mumma was out. He had gone to the hospital where I could not see him. His colleagues had noticed the disposition of my case, however, and told me that the issuing of the order directing me to go to France spoiled any chance that they could get me for their work. I went to see Major Ferguson, also. He assured me there was nothing to do but take the order good naturedly and go. He congratulated me on getting it, saying that it meant a chance for an enviable position in the service. 
Of course, I was quite prepared to take whatever came without grousing (Ginger's language for "kicking). Only I wish - now that things have turned out this way - that Colonel Mumma had not given us grounds for half-way planning on that other idea. Before we knew about it we were reconciled to the notion of the longer separation my going to France will mean. At any rate, he might have made it a little clearer how little the chance that his plan would work was. 
After all, there are many pleasant features about my going. The work over there is going to be very fascinating.  I ought to come back with some good tales to relate and a heritage of service of consequence to pass down to the next generation - (Huh?). It is not probable that I shall be exposed to great danger; certainly not the danger that

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gence officer, fit me more particularly for that perhaps than for any other kind of military activity. So it was logical for the chief to hold me to it. I went over to the war department at once to make sure that the order was final. Colonel Mumma was out. He had gone to the hospital where I could not see him. His colleagues had noticed the disposition of my case, however, and told me that the issuing of the order directing me to go to France spoiled any chance that they could get me for their work. I went to see Major Ferguson, also. He assured me there was nothing to do but take the order good naturedly and go. He congratulated me on getting it, saying that it meant a chance for an enviable position in the service. Of course, I was quite prepared to take whatever came without grousing (Ginger's language for "kicking). Only I wish - now that things have turned out this way - that Colonel Mumma had not given us grounds for half-way planning on that other idea. Before we knew about it we were reconciled to the notion of the longer separation my going to France will mean. At any rate, he might have made it a little clearer how little the chance that his plan would work was. After all, there are many pleasant features about my going. The work over there is going to be very fascinating. I ought to come back with some good tales to relate and a heritage of service of consequence to pass down to the next generation - (Huh?). It is not probable that I shall be exposed to great danger; certainly not the danger that