The first hundred postings of this Don Martin blog has been reached. We have seen Don Martin move from political reporter in New York City to war reporter in London, and now to France, where his transformation to a war correspondent will be completed. As a reminder, earlier posts can be seen by clicking on the three red lines at top right, then clicking on down arrow by Archive. The first postings in December introduce the blog.
Don Martin diary entry for Sunday, March 17, 1918:
Don Martin diary entry for Sunday, March 17, 1918:
Began the day with
a walk on the Champs Elysees and the Bois du Boulogne with [Burn] Price.
Maybe in normal times it outshines N.Y. but now it is no more attractive than 5th Ave. or Riverside Drive. I came back to the hotel, wrote a 2 column story on Paris in wartime; sent a cable to Dorothy and packed up ready for a trip to the American front – Gondrecourt – tomorrow morning. Start at 8, so must get my baggage checked tonight. Looks now as if I am after all to see the actual war front. Understand the living conditions are very bad but if I get a clean place to sleep I shall be all right. Had dinner with Price and then came to the hotel to write some letters and to get my baggage to the station.
Bois de Boulogne |
Maybe in normal times it outshines N.Y. but now it is no more attractive than 5th Ave. or Riverside Drive. I came back to the hotel, wrote a 2 column story on Paris in wartime; sent a cable to Dorothy and packed up ready for a trip to the American front – Gondrecourt – tomorrow morning. Start at 8, so must get my baggage checked tonight. Looks now as if I am after all to see the actual war front. Understand the living conditions are very bad but if I get a clean place to sleep I shall be all right. Had dinner with Price and then came to the hotel to write some letters and to get my baggage to the station.
Weather good.
He wrote a
letter to Dorothy the evening of March 17 telling her about his preparations to leave
Paris the next morning:
Packing up a “hold all” and stuffing
other things in a suitcase to be left behind, and making sure that everything
is all right is quite a job... I went to the station with my typewriter and the
hold-all and left them – checked them as we say at home – and now I shall get
up at 6 a.m. to get an eight o’clock train. I must allow an hour at the station
to get my ticket, get my baggage and make the crazy Frenchmen at the station
understand what I mean. I may miss the train anyhow; then I shall have to wait
a day. Travelling is a hard job now. Passports have to be fixed up everywhere
and the suspicion is that everyone is a spy or something of that sort. I shall
get to a small place called Gondrecourt at one in the afternoon and will then
take an automobile to some other place where I shall make my headquarters. ...
If I find that there is nothing to be seen at the front, and no place to sleep
but in some old shack, I probably will not stay more than a month.
There hasn’t been an air raid since
Monday night. Maybe the Germans are getting enough of them now that the French
and British have been bombing their towns. There doesn’t seem to be any
chivalry in war since Germany ran amuck. It is just barbarism.
Don Martin's mention of 'barbarism' will be repeated as he comes face to face with the realities of the Great War on the ground.
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