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On 15 January I poured out my thoughts, filling several pages of my diary. Once again, I admitted out good fortune We had just learned that the main German spearhead had reached Champlon several hours after we left on 19 December. What a slaughter there would've been had we remained another night! But I was in a surly mood---Gindele, Abney and Bruno found a variety of reasons to go back to Wideumont. There wasn't room for me in the jeep. Bruno managed to get himself a farewell kiss from Christine. She and her uncle and aunt asked about me and wondered why I hadn't come. That helped a little. I pulled out of the dumps long enough to wash out a pair of socks and a handkerchief. That night Elting went to Wideumont again and came back bragging about how Christine was head over heels in love with him.
I decided to write about war..."The stupidity of it is increasingly brought home to me day after day. Heard two more reports of the beating the 17th airborne Division is taking, not from the Huns, but from battle itself. Kids of 18 and 19 look like they were 50...Oh God! if only the human race could rouse itself sufficiently to cast out this scourge forever....
Returning the immediate, I wrote, "It's strange what a galaxy of human emotions war and its close association of men brings. The men in survey section No. 2 represent to me a very vivid cross section of humanity. The things we argue about---the different values each of us holds as of the utmost importance. How a simple little matter like Christine's affections (?) can cause so much petty bickering. I have to watch myself. My temper on many things is becoming very short these days...(such as) The officer who deliberately picks out uncalled-for survey regardless of danger to the survey parties, and suggest men would be "toughened" by moving to the field from buildings in the middle of winter. "
On 15 January I poured out my thoughts, filling several pages of my diary. Once again, I admitted out good fortune We had just learned that the main German spearhead had reached Champlon several hours after we left on 19 December. What a slaughter there would've been had we remained another night! But I was in a surly mood---Gindele, Abney and Bruno found a variety of reasons to go back to Wideumont. There wasn't room for me in the jeep. Bruno managed to get himself a farewell kiss from Christine. She and her uncle and aunt asked about me and wondered why I hadn't come. That helped a little. I pulled out of the dumps long enough to wash out a pair of socks and a handkerchief. That night Elting went to Wideumont again and came back bragging about how Christine was head over heels in love with him.
I decided to write about war..."The stupidity of it is increasingly brought home to me day after day. Heard two more reports of the beating the 17th airborne Division is taking, not from the Huns, but from battle itself. Kids of 18 and 19 look like they were 50...Oh God! if only the human race could rouse itself sufficiently to cast out this scourge forever....
Returning the immediate, I wrote, "It's strange what a galaxy of human emotions war and its close association of men brings. The men in survey section No. 2 represent to me a very vivid cross section of humanity. The things we argue about---the different values each of us holds as of the utmost importance. How a simple little matter like Christine's affections (?) can cause so much petty bickering. I have to watch myself. My temper on many things is becoming very short these days...(such as) The officer who deliberately picks out uncalled-for survey regardless of danger to the survey parties, and suggest men would be "toughened" by moving to the field from buildings in the middle of winter. "
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