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Mildred Aldrich
Mildred Aldrich (1853–1928) was an American journalist, editor, and author best known for her work during World War I. After retiring to the French countryside, she wrote several books documenting her experiences, including "A Hilltop on the Marne" (1915), which vividly describes the early days of the war. Aldrich's writing provides a unique civilian perspective on the war and was widely praised for its poignant and personal insights. In recognition of her contributions, the French government awarded her the Legion of Honor in 1922.
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INTRODUCTION HOW WE CAME INTO THE GARDEN It was by a strange irony of Fate that we found ourselves reunited for a summer's outing, in a French garden, in July, 1914. With the exception of the Youngster, we had hardly met since the days of our youth. We were a party of unattached people, six men, two women, your humble servant, and the Youngster, who was an outsider. With the exception of the...
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I La Creste, Huiry, Couilly. S et M. September 16, 1914 Dear Old Girl:— More and more I find that we humans are queer animals. All through those early, busy, exciting days of September,—can it be only a fortnight ago?—I was possessed, like the "busy bee," to "employ each shining hour" by writing out my adventures. Yet, no sooner was the menace of those days gone, than, for days at...
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I said it was, very, and wet in the dryest weather. "Wooded all the way?" he asked. I told him that it was, and, what was more, so winding that you could not see ten feet ahead anywhere between here and Conde. "Humph," he said. "Perfectly clear, thank you very much. Please wait right there a moment." He looked up the hill behind him, and made a gesture in the air with his hand...
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