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Excerpt: ...As I walked down the Avenue de Keyser I thought at first it was Sunday-or rather a year of Sundays all rolled into one. Overnight the city had been transformed into a tomb. Sh… Mehr…

Excerpt: ...As I walked down the Avenue de Keyser I thought at first it was Sunday-or rather a year of Sundays all rolled into one. Overnight the city had been transformed into a tomb. Shops were closed; iron shutters were pulled down everywhere; trolley cars stood in the street as they had been left. My own footsteps resounded fearfully on the pavement, and I walked five blocks before I saw a human being. I stopped at the American Consul''s office on the Place de Meir, only to find the place was locked. A frightened face behind the grating told me that the consul had taken his wife to the country-good place to be in, I thought. Things began to seem lonely. I heard shells falling and saw flames in the southern quarter of the city, and decided to go in that direction to look up an American correspondent and two photographers who had asked me to bunk with them in the cellar of a little abandoned house at 74 Rue de Peage. Turning down a little side street leading toward the Boulevard de Leopold, I was greeted by a clap of thunder overhead. A shell demolished a house across the street and about thirty yards down. The concussion knocked over a couple of babies. I picked them up, put them back in the doorway of the house where they seemed to belong, saying over and over again mechanically, There, there, don''t cry. There is nothing to be frightened about; and then, just to show how little I myself was frightened I began to run. I ran for all I was worth. I ran right into the fire. The shells were falling fairly thick on the Boulevard de Leopold; every two or three hundred yards a house was partially destroyed; bricks and glass littered the pavement, and occasionally, every quarter of a mile or so, I saw a figure skulking along under the eaves of a building, crouching and ducking in time to the nasty music of the shells. But I decided that the middle of the street was the safest part. When I had gone about a quarter of a mile I got my nerve again. I put my hands in... Horace Green, Books, Biography and Memoir, The Log Of A Noncombatant Books>Biography and Memoir, General Books LLC<

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