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Conger Reynolds correspondence, June 1918

1918-06-07 Conger Reynolds to Daphne Reynolds Page 2

I saw more war yesterday than I ever have before, chiefly because it was open warfare which can be seen more easily than trench fighting. It is hard to comprehend, particularly so when one gets at it as I did.
At nine o'clock in the morning I was leaving Paris with the correspondents I was to conduct.  I had come from a comfortable bed, bath, and breakfast. The great beautiful streets were crowded with morning traffic, the side-walks with Parisians going about their daily affairs.  Some were in uniform.  But most were in civilian dress. There was little about Paris by sunlight to impress upon one the reality of war.
An hour later we were in an evacuating hospital. There had been an attack by American marines on the Germans northwest of Chateau-Thierry.  You are reading in your morning paper of today how they pushed forward to straighten the line and gain more favorable positions for the defense. Ambulances were arriving every few minutes, delivering their loads to the operating rooms and the rebandaging rooms.  Others were taking those who had been cared for on to the base where they could be put in beds to have rest and quiet to bring recovery.  They were gritty chaps.  Even some of the worst hit smiled from

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I saw more war yesterday than I ever have before, chiefly because it was open warfare which can be seen more easily than trench fighting. It is hard to comprehend, particularly so when one gets at it as I did. At nine o'clock in the morning I was leaving Paris with the correspondents I was to conduct. I had come from a comfortable bed, bath, and breakfast. The great beautiful streets were crowded with morning traffic, the side-walks with Parisians going about their daily affairs. Some were in uniform. But most were in civilian dress. There was little about Paris by sunlight to impress upon one the reality of war. An hour later we were in an evacuating hospital. There had been an attack by American marines on the Germans northwest of Chateau-Thierry. You are reading in your morning paper of today how they pushed forward to straighten the line and gain more favorable positions for the defense. Ambulances were arriving every few minutes, delivering their loads to the operating rooms and the rebandaging rooms. Others were taking those who had been cared for on to the base where they could be put in beds to have rest and quiet to bring recovery. They were gritty chaps. Even some of the worst hit smiled from