War Diaries (November 7) (nonfiction)

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War Diary entries for November 7

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Mother Mary Cecilia Bailly: November 7, 1864

Monday I go to town on the cars. … This was also the day of the Presidential election; the town is very quiet, it rains in torrents, many men are on the streets, but no quarreling and fighting.

—General Superior Mother Mary Cecilia Bailly (diary)

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

—Private Creed T. Davis, Second Company Richmond Howitzers (diary)

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, civilian (diary)

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