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=== Creed T. Davis: November 7, 1864 === | === Creed T. Davis: November 7, 1864 === | ||
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Same camp. The wind blew violently last night, scattering our fires in every direction. At midnight the woods were discovered to be on fire. Bugler John T. Jones sounded the assembly, and our men were marched out to fight | Same camp. The wind blew violently last night, scattering our fires in every direction. At midnight the woods were discovered to be on fire. Bugler John T. Jones sounded the assembly, and our men were marched out to fight | ||
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Diary of [[Creed T. Davis (nonfiction)|Creed T. Davis]], Private Second Company Richmond Howitzers. | |||
* [https://www.civilwardigital.com/CWDiaries/Diary%20of%20Creed%20T.%20Davis,%20Private%20Second%20Company%20Richmond%20Howitzers.pdf Diary of Creed T. Davis, Private Second Company Richmond Howitzers] (PDF) | * [https://www.civilwardigital.com/CWDiaries/Diary%20of%20Creed%20T.%20Davis,%20Private%20Second%20Company%20Richmond%20Howitzers.pdf Diary of Creed T. Davis, Private Second Company Richmond Howitzers] (PDF) | ||
=== Reina Spiegel: November 7, 1941 === | === Reina Spiegel: November 7, 1941 === | ||
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At 10:30 last night, suddenly the doorbell rang, and who was there? The police! I pressed my hands to my face then and I called you, oh God, and you heard me. It was a policeman from our old village and he let himself be bribed. I reminded him of the good times, the friends, the revels, and somehow it worked. And now I’m asking you, oh Great One, I’m asking you—I, a speck of dust, I, without a father or mother here...listen to my call! | At 10:30 last night, suddenly the doorbell rang, and who was there? The police! I pressed my hands to my face then and I called you, oh God, and you heard me. It was a policeman from our old village and he let himself be bribed. I reminded him of the good times, the friends, the revels, and somehow it worked. And now I’m asking you, oh Great One, I’m asking you—I, a speck of dust, I, without a father or mother here...listen to my call! | ||
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[[Reina Spiegel (nonfiction)|Renia Spiegel]] began her diary in January 1939 at the age of 15. | |||
== In the News == | == In the News == | ||
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* [[Creed T. Davis (nonfiction)]] | |||
* [[Reina Spiegel (nonfiction)]] | * [[Reina Spiegel (nonfiction)]] | ||
* [[War (nonfiction)]] | * [[War (nonfiction)]] | ||
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War Diary quotations for November 7
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Creed T. Davis: November 7, 1864
Same camp. The wind blew violently last night, scattering our fires in every direction. At midnight the woods were discovered to be on fire. Bugler John T. Jones sounded the assembly, and our men were marched out to fight
Diary of Creed T. Davis, Private Second Company Richmond Howitzers.
Reina Spiegel: November 7, 1941
Ghetto! That word is ringing in our ears. We don’t know what will happen to us, where they’ll take us. We were ordered to leave our apartments before 2 p.m. with 25 kilograms of possessions. Maybe there will be a ghetto, but it seems that we will definitely have to move out of the main streets either way.
At 10:30 last night, suddenly the doorbell rang, and who was there? The police! I pressed my hands to my face then and I called you, oh God, and you heard me. It was a policeman from our old village and he let himself be bribed. I reminded him of the good times, the friends, the revels, and somehow it worked. And now I’m asking you, oh Great One, I’m asking you—I, a speck of dust, I, without a father or mother here...listen to my call!
Renia Spiegel began her diary in January 1939 at the age of 15.
In the News
Fiction cross-reference
Nonfiction cross-reference
External links
- Diary of Creed T. Davis, Private Second Company Richmond Howitzers (PDF)
- Excerpts from the Diaries of Renia Spiegel @ Smithsonian Magazine