Ginger Gold Journal

Helpless

September 30, 1918 The village of Bar-le-Duc lies about fifty kilometers from the front lines. Part of the Voie Sacrée" ("Sacred Way”), it’s a critical supply route running to Verdun,...

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Helpless

September 30, 1918 The village of Bar-le-Duc lies about fifty kilometers from the front lines. Part of the Voie Sacrée" ("Sacred Way”), it’s a critical supply route running to Verdun,...

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Edith Smith

  September 13, 1918   The city of Reims is almost as close to the front one can get without actually going into occupied territory. Indeed, lying awake this morning...

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Edith Smith

  September 13, 1918   The city of Reims is almost as close to the front one can get without actually going into occupied territory. Indeed, lying awake this morning...

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The Picnic

August 5, 1918 I felt heady, so heavy with joy, I convinced  myself this must be a dream.“Am I dreaming?” I repeated out loud. “Is it really you?”“I’ve pinched myself...

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The Picnic

August 5, 1918 I felt heady, so heavy with joy, I convinced  myself this must be a dream.“Am I dreaming?” I repeated out loud. “Is it really you?”“I’ve pinched myself...

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The Tzar

New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here July 29 1918 The sun shone over the rooftops at the safe house in Lille, as Eloise and I sat at a table...

The Tzar

New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here July 29 1918 The sun shone over the rooftops at the safe house in Lille, as Eloise and I sat at a table...

Letters from Daniel

New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here August 2, 1918   Jan 7, 1918 Dearest Ginger, My heart is hollow with longing to see your beautiful face once again, that...

Letters from Daniel

New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here August 2, 1918   Jan 7, 1918 Dearest Ginger, My heart is hollow with longing to see your beautiful face once again, that...

Spy Balloon

New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here May 16 1918,I stood under a small grove of tall black pines on a knoll overlooking a clearing, and lifted my binoculars to...

Spy Balloon

New to Ginger Gold's Journal? Start here May 16 1918,I stood under a small grove of tall black pines on a knoll overlooking a clearing, and lifted my binoculars to...