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On Board La Touraine, | ||
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<date when="1917-06-30"> June 30th, 1917.</date> | ||
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<p n="1"> Even now that we are out of sight of land, it seems impossible that I am actually off to <location>France</location> | ||
and, for the first time in my life, traveling alone. Everything has happened so quickly since the | ||
American Fund for French Wounded found an opening for me in <location>Paris</location> that I suppose I am still somewhat | ||
<adj>dazed</adj> and <adj>bewildered</adj>. The fact that I don't know what it will all be like and that I can't look ahead | ||
makes it easier to be <adj>happy </adj>and live in the present. Of course I have had a bit of a taste in <location>New York</location> | ||
of the work that the A. F. F. W. is doing but its <location>Headquarters in Paris</location> will be different in some ways I fancy.</p> | ||
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<p n="2"> I can't get over how lucky I am to have this chance for I realize how few girls of my age | ||
are getting across, and I understood the <adj>grit</adj> and pluck which made you encourage me on my <adj>great</adj> | ||
adventure and send me along a path which has proved so dangerous of late.</p> | ||
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<p n="3"> As we drifted down the river, in the sunset glow with two <adj>absurd</adj> tugs puffing alongside, | ||
I know that many eyes were moist and that the same thought was in all our minds. How many | ||
of this <object>ship's</object> company will see that sky-line again! It was very <adj>quiet</adj>, no one spoke much, | ||
and, little by little, the glow faded from the sky and one star after another appeared. | ||
I knew that you would be looking at those same <object>stars</object> down in <location>Lakewood</location> and that your thoughts | ||
and prayers were the same that filled my heart at that moment. Somehow distance does not separate, | ||
after all.</p> | ||
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<p n="4"> We waited near the <object>Statue of Liberty</object> until midnight—a rumor had it that a "personage" was | ||
to come on board. This individual was shrouded in mystery until we put to sea when it was given out | ||
that the party which had clambered aboard in the night was none other than the Italian Mission. | ||
Our spirits rose at once for, what with Frank Sayre on the <object>boat</object> and these <adj>distinguished Italian</adj> gentlemen, | ||
we shall doubtless be honored by a bigger convoy and so doubly safe. However, thus far we have but two | ||
destroyers following us. They can be seen distinctly outlined against the horizon, | ||
one on each side, and seem to be the same <adj>somber gray</adj> which all ships are affecting in this war. | ||
A sailor informed me this morning that we weren't in much danger for the first four or five days | ||
but that after that I might see some excitement. Here's hoping! </p> | ||
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<p n="5"> I have a small inside <location>cabin</location> and my room-mate is quite a character. She is a native of | ||
<location>Haiti</location>, voluble and very portly—has four large pieces of baggage in our <adj>tiny</adj> stateroom, | ||
wears a costume which resembles a Mother Hubbard and smokes countless <adj>thin</adj> cigarettes that | ||
smell like incense! When I appeared, there didn't seem to be much room for me but, as she says, | ||
luckily I am <adj>small</adj>, and I was soon tucked into the upper berth with my belongings! She really | ||
isn't <adj>bad</adj> and after looking me over carefully told me that she didn't think we would fight and | ||
from that time has beamed upon me! She is going over to join her son who has been fighting with the | ||
French since the beginning of the war but will never go back to the Front now, having lost some | ||
fingers off each hand. She is so thankful, she says, that he hasn't lost more than his fingers. </p> | ||
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