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God Alone Knows How Great It Is. All I Hope Is That It Is Not Too Late. I Am Very Much Afraid That It Is. We Can Only Do Our Best.

This War Proceeds Along Its Terrible Path By The Slaughter Of Infantry...i Say To Myself Every Day. What Is Going On While We Sit Here, While We Go Away To Dinner Or Home To Bed? Nearly, 1000 - Englishmen, Britishers, And The Other Is America...everything Else Is Swept Away.

No Idea Is So Outlandish That It Should Not Be Considered With A Searching But At The Same Time A Steady Eye.

Now At Last The Slowly Gathered, Long-pent-up Fury Of The Storm Broke Upon Us. Four Or Five Millions Of Men Met Each Other In The First Shock Of The Most Merciless Of All The Wars Of Which Record Has Been Kept.

These Are Not Dark Days: These Are Great Days - The Greatest Days Our Country Has Ever Lived.