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[[underline]] WACO [[/underline]] 25
burial, now accentuated with the smell of burning flesh. George took me in our car where we watched mules and horses, some partly on fired being pulled from their flaming stables. Combustion had set the hay on fire. Many Croix de guerros, not given to those infantrymen, were earned that night. It seemed hat creation was one Big Moan! When I heard my first cry of a woman in labor. I thought of those dying mules and horses. 

We had said good-bye to so many of our new friends, husbands gone overseas, (a Capt, Ed Allen whose wide Louise returned to Atlana, Ga.,)we all cried a great deal..and silently prayed for that rumored Armistice. 

Then an order came thru which would subject the [[underline]] Civilian Flying [[/underline]] Instructors to the disgrace of a FIFTH DRAFT, the whistles began to shriek, horns to slow, howling sweeping loud sounds, the [[underline]] ARMISTICE WAS SIGNED, November 11, 1918[[/underline]]. The few of us left visited back and forth hysterically. George and I in our convertible Buick with a couple in the opened trunk started the parade downtown. Flu and babies forgotten. Several French Officers stood in front of our "honeymoon few days, the butts of their rifles on the sidewalk close to their bodies, pointed to the open sky, fired shot after shot, tears streaming down their faces furrowed with war aging. Always hair well dressed, older white haired women tore the pins out of their hair, let it blow while the beat in a frenzy on dishpans. Light bulks were shattered, emotions, emotions. I would now have George with me when the baby was born!

Next day we asked our Dr. about my going to Chicago. He said in a week or not until the birth of the baby, due about Jan. 7, 1919. tears in his eyes, said he always felt we were like children to his he never had; hoped he would deliver our baby. I hugged him and kissed his kind elderly face. George was given a leave of