Word: poor
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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...have accepted rejections, as having found a place for myself when it was refused me time and again, as going into the fire with head up and laughing lips because I am an officer of France and an American. And if I am killed don't call me "poor fellow." I shall deserve better than that...
...sights which one must witness over here, I think to see the poor, bent, old civilians coming back to their reconquered homes, coming back to pick about among the ruins, gathering up the remnants of their possessions and trying to bring some sort of order out of great chaos, to make some sort of a home out of great devastation, to find, some kind of living in a land destroyed,--working bravely, looking cheerfully at a scene which would cause the stoutest to falter, and then pitching in--that I think is one of the saddest sights...
...hole in the wall, the whole corner of the building having been sheared off. I saw a clothing store again in operation--in what appeared to be a booth, the whole front of the place having been blown out--oh, it's pitiful to see the way these poor people come back--pitiful and yet almighty inspiring...
...overlooking the now retaken S---, I had two days of airy breathing, then like a sudden gale came the drive and our retreat. Clothes didn't come off anywaysoever for a full three weeks. The work was never so jumbled before, the throbbing tide of days so over-whelming. Poor, poor refugees--and forever glorious little fighting, dying little soldats. Thereafter we sort of hesitated "out of lines" for a few days, living in a ferme with the Foreign Legion. Then "in" again and plunk against another drive. After that we went into a state of coma en repos...
...wheat and grass, and potato fields, through tangled thickets and stately groves and along roads and trails--all under a beautiful clear blue cloudless sky, through which the sun sailed merrily on, and through which, also, a flock of Boche airplanes soared and wheeled, directing the batteries on our poor tired devils, dropping bombs and spitting machine gun bullets. Then, about 4 in the afternoon we ran into a machine gun nest which wouldn't give in. One company tried to smash it, failed and fell back. We took up the job. We reduced its fire and charged and were...