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November 10th 1914 London.

At 3.15 today I got my first thrill!  I had been expecting it, Lord knows, but it refused to come.  Crossing the ocean, in spite of darkened windows, no head lights, or messages sent, was as tame as any ordinary sea voyage.  Passing through England ^[[certainly]] gave one no [[strikethrough]] feeling of [[/strikethrough]] excitement in any [[strikethrough]] realization [[/strikethrough]] ^[[feeling]] that England was at war; but a second after the train had stopped, [[strikethrough]] a hundred [[/strikethrough]] ^[[myriads of]] signs printed boldly on taxicabs asking for more men "enlist in Kitcheners army", [[strikethrough]] "Do not lose a moment [[/strikethrough]] "enlist now" join[[strikethrough]]t[[/strikethrough]] Kitchener's army", served [[strikethrough]] England is [[/strikethrough]] to give me [[strikethrough]] my [[/strikethrough]] ^[[the]] first shock of realization.  England [[underlined]]is [[/underlined]] fighting then.  It is true she wants more recruits and wants them badly.  Lord Kitchener's cry for more and still more is no idle newspaper phrase.  Winston Churchill may talk of "business