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[[War Diaries (nonfiction)|War Diary]] quotations for [[July 1]]
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== Quotations ==
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== Diaries ==
 
=== Van Buren Oldham: July 1, 1864 ===
[[File:Martin_Van_Buren_Oldham.png|thumb|Martin Van Buren Oldham.]]
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After dark last night we went out over town finally calling in at the theater where we paid two dollars to see a few paintings and hear a few songs sung. Two hours here was spent most disagreeably then we returned to the hospital. This morning I went to the barber had my hair cut and after going back and taking breakfast with Jones I started on the cars for Atlanta falling in with Capt[ain] Head. I have spent all the money sent to me from home, selling my last ten doll[ar] bill of greenback yesterday for $35.00. Reached Atlanta at 4 o'clock P.M. Found a train ready for Marietta, but thought I would stay over the night with Capt[ain] Head who was going to stop. I found upon going to the hotel however the guards were too numerous so I had taken a seat in a crowded boxcar and came to Marietta. Found the Div[ision] Hospital close to town and L[ieutenant] Lyons[1] staying in it from the effects of a slight wound. I will remain with him tonight. The battle line is close to Marietta and I can see our batteries at work on top on Kennesaw Mount[ian]. The Yankees have approached in parallels to within a few yards of my Brig[ade] so that rocks, hand grenades and etc. are used. The boys are seeing a hard time.
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—[[Martin Van Buren Oldham (nonfiction)|Martin Van Buren Oldham]], Company G, 9th Tennessee Infantry ("The Hickory Blues") (diary)
 
[1] Assumed to be Lieutenant Samuel H. Lyons of Company H 9th Infantry
 
* https://www.utm.edu/departments/special_collections/E579.5%20Oldham/text/vboldham_1864.php
* https://www.utm.edu/departments/special_collections/E579.5%20Oldham/text/vboldham_indx.php
 
=== George Beck: July 1, 1940 ===
 
<blockquote>
Had all my hair cut off. No blankets but just bare boards to sleep on. Received for dinner four potatoes with skins on, drop of thin soup. Tea fifth of a small loaf and nothing for breakfast but coffee. Dinner was twelve o’clock and tea at one. Next meal in twenty tree hours time. Tried to make cigs out of coffee grounds and clover.
</blockquote>
 
—[[George Beck (nonfiction)|George Beck]] (diary)
 
* http://www.pegasusarchive.org/pow/george_beck.htm


=== Reina Spiegel: July 1, 1941 ===
=== Reina Spiegel: July 1, 1941 ===


[[Reina Spiegel (nonfiction)|Renia Spiegel]] began her diary in January 1939 at the age of 15.
<blockquote>
We’re all alive and well. All of us, Nora, Irka, Zygus, my friends, my family. Tomorrow, along with all the other Jews, I’ll have to start wearing a white armband. To you I will always remain the same Renia, but to others I’ll become someone inferior: a girl wearing a white armband with a blue star. I will be a Jude.


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I’m not crying or complaining. I’ve resigned myself to my fate. It just feels so strange and sorrowful. My school vacation and my dates with Zygus are coming to an end. I don’t know when I’ll see him next. No news about Mamma. God protect us all.
I can’t write. I’m weak with fear. War again, war between Russia and Germany. The Germans were here, then they retreated. Horrible days in the basement. Dear Lord, give me my Mamma, save all of us who have stayed here and those who escaped the city this morning. Save us, save Zygus.


I want to live so badly. I’m humbling myself before you and begging on behalf of us all. Tonight is going to be terrible. I’m scared. I believe that you will hear me, that you won’t leave me in this awful hour. You saved me before, save me now. God, thank you for saving me.
Goodbye, dear diary. I’m writing this while I’m still independent and free. Tomorrow I’ll be someone else—but only on the outside. And perhaps one day I’ll greet you as someone else still. Grant me that, Lord God, I believe in you.
</blockquote>


I don’t know what’s going to happen to us. Almost the whole city is in ruins. A piece of shrapnel fell into our house. These have been horrific days. Why even try to describe them? Words are just words. They can’t express what it feels like when your whole soul attaches itself to a whizzing bullet. When your whole will, your whole mind and all your senses hang from the flying missiles and beg: “Not this house!” You’re selfish and you forget that the missile that misses you is going to hit someone else.
—[[Reina Spiegel (nonfiction)|Renia Spiegel]] began her diary in January 1939 at the age of 15.


Dear diary! How precious you are to me! How horrible were the moments when I hugged you to my heart!
* [https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/hear-o-israel-save-us-renia-spiegel-diary-english-translation-holocaust-poland-180970536/ Excerpts from the Diaries of Renia Spiegel] @ Smithsonian Magazine


And where is Zygus? I don’t know. I believe, fervently, that no harm has come to him. Protect him, good God, from all evil. All of this started four hours after the moment he blew me the last kiss up to the balcony. First, we heard a shot, then an alarm, and then a howl of destruction and death. I don’t know where Irka and Nora are, either, where anyone is.
=== George Beck: July 1, 1944 ===


That’s it for tonight; it’s getting dark. God, save us all. Make it so Mamma comes and let there be no more misery.
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Had to give a glass of urine up for examination. Today first time I’ve had any food since Sunday, just about starving. Nun gave me a bag of pastry and started crying, said she had a son in France only seventeen, she hopes he is taken prisoner then she will know at least he is safe her husband is a toff and sleeps in the next bed to me.
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—[[George Beck (nonfiction)|George Beck]],1st Battalion The Duke of Wellington's Regiment, prisoner of war (diary)
* http://www.pegasusarchive.org/pow/george_beck1.htm


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== In the News ==
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== Nonfiction cross-reference ==
== Nonfiction cross-reference ==


* [[George Beck (nonfiction)]]
* [[Reina Spiegel (nonfiction)]]
* [[Reina Spiegel (nonfiction)]]
* [[Martin Van Buren Oldham (nonfiction)]]
* [[War (nonfiction)]]
* [[War (nonfiction)]]
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== External links ==
== External links ==


* https://www.utm.edu/departments/special_collections/E579.5%20Oldham/text/vboldham_1864.php
* https://www.utm.edu/departments/special_collections/E579.5%20Oldham/text/vboldham_indx.php
* http://www.pegasusarchive.org/pow/george_beck.htm
* [https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/hear-o-israel-save-us-renia-spiegel-diary-english-translation-holocaust-poland-180970536/ Excerpts from the Diaries of Renia Spiegel] @ Smithsonian Magazine
* [https://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/hear-o-israel-save-us-renia-spiegel-diary-english-translation-holocaust-poland-180970536/ Excerpts from the Diaries of Renia Spiegel] @ Smithsonian Magazine
* http://www.pegasusarchive.org/pow/george_beck1.htm


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War Diary entries for July 1

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Diaries

Van Buren Oldham: July 1, 1864

Martin Van Buren Oldham.

After dark last night we went out over town finally calling in at the theater where we paid two dollars to see a few paintings and hear a few songs sung. Two hours here was spent most disagreeably then we returned to the hospital. This morning I went to the barber had my hair cut and after going back and taking breakfast with Jones I started on the cars for Atlanta falling in with Capt[ain] Head. I have spent all the money sent to me from home, selling my last ten doll[ar] bill of greenback yesterday for $35.00. Reached Atlanta at 4 o'clock P.M. Found a train ready for Marietta, but thought I would stay over the night with Capt[ain] Head who was going to stop. I found upon going to the hotel however the guards were too numerous so I had taken a seat in a crowded boxcar and came to Marietta. Found the Div[ision] Hospital close to town and L[ieutenant] Lyons[1] staying in it from the effects of a slight wound. I will remain with him tonight. The battle line is close to Marietta and I can see our batteries at work on top on Kennesaw Mount[ian]. The Yankees have approached in parallels to within a few yards of my Brig[ade] so that rocks, hand grenades and etc. are used. The boys are seeing a hard time.

Martin Van Buren Oldham, Company G, 9th Tennessee Infantry ("The Hickory Blues") (diary)

[1] Assumed to be Lieutenant Samuel H. Lyons of Company H 9th Infantry

George Beck: July 1, 1940

Had all my hair cut off. No blankets but just bare boards to sleep on. Received for dinner four potatoes with skins on, drop of thin soup. Tea fifth of a small loaf and nothing for breakfast but coffee. Dinner was twelve o’clock and tea at one. Next meal in twenty tree hours time. Tried to make cigs out of coffee grounds and clover.

George Beck (diary)

Reina Spiegel: July 1, 1941

We’re all alive and well. All of us, Nora, Irka, Zygus, my friends, my family. Tomorrow, along with all the other Jews, I’ll have to start wearing a white armband. To you I will always remain the same Renia, but to others I’ll become someone inferior: a girl wearing a white armband with a blue star. I will be a Jude.

I’m not crying or complaining. I’ve resigned myself to my fate. It just feels so strange and sorrowful. My school vacation and my dates with Zygus are coming to an end. I don’t know when I’ll see him next. No news about Mamma. God protect us all.

Goodbye, dear diary. I’m writing this while I’m still independent and free. Tomorrow I’ll be someone else—but only on the outside. And perhaps one day I’ll greet you as someone else still. Grant me that, Lord God, I believe in you.

Renia Spiegel began her diary in January 1939 at the age of 15.

George Beck: July 1, 1944

Had to give a glass of urine up for examination. Today first time I’ve had any food since Sunday, just about starving. Nun gave me a bag of pastry and started crying, said she had a son in France only seventeen, she hopes he is taken prisoner then she will know at least he is safe her husband is a toff and sleeps in the next bed to me.

George Beck,1st Battalion The Duke of Wellington's Regiment, prisoner of war (diary)

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