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"Let him live to see his baby".became,..... [[strikethrough]] there [[/strikethrough]], "Oh God, let the baby be normal coming under such conditions, let it be a happy strong baby," ...... "the baby, the poor baby, with nothing in spirit for me to give it,"....... "the poor baby, and poor little Buddie." Buddie with his little head carried to one side from the drain he had worn in his neck, poor B uddie sure that everyone he loved died; poor Buddiealways being shushed by someone, no place in the stricken house, for a little fellow who needed as much care as any of us. Well, I just had to come through childbirth all right, I had to find the strength somewhere. Sam kept fighting so hard to live, for me, I fought for him. We all fought for the unborn, the baby's right to life and normal surroundings and parents. Many times, I know Sam would have "rested", for he was so tired and his body was so heavy, and each day as Death neared him, Life, love, and unborn life, pushed death back awhile. I wanted so starvingly the caresses of my husband, the tendernesses of being his wife, the compensations in companionship, for being the Mother of his baby. We were so true a complement to each other, the baby would blend forever that closeness.... molecule to molecule, all steel that had stood white heat, had not melted in the[[strikethrough]] Life's smelting fires, tempered steel, that could then do its finest work, Marriage, Parenthood, all built into the very fiber of Waco airplanes, Waco airplanes wings of peace, Romance, and the Brotherhood of Men. Something left in the world, that nether Time nor Death could eradicate, nor half-truths violate.

Sam's first question each morning after September first, was"Where's Hattie?" I had had my little bag packed for some time, so We kidded a lot about my being permanently "in my condition,"so I went to sleep, (when I could,) at night, anticipating my morning hospital visit. One morning, September 11, 1926, Thelma and I kissed Buddie good-bye, "assured him that if I hurt bad, the nurse would give me warm milk," and Much as I wanted to see Sam, I didn't look in at him sleeping. Our thoughts in those days needed no

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See the brackets with the question mark. Not entirely sure if we need to include underlines or not