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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour For the Freedom of the Seas — Chapter 18 (1918)

If you've lived in St. Louis you ought to know an American soldier when you see one."
The other shook his head. "I never saw any when I was there. Well, I guess this war won't last much longer, eh?"
"I hope not."
"So do I. I've had three years of it."
"How long have you been a prisoner?" asked Nelson.
"Four months. It's better than fighting." He grinned and winked. "There was an American in the prison camp where I was guard last Winter who used to say the United States would be in the war this Summer, but I didn't believe him. He was a sailor, like you, but not in the Navy.
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour For the Freedom of the Seas — Chapter 18 (1918)

A commanding officer doesn't shake hands with an ordinary seaman on being introduced; at least, not on duty. The lieutenant struck Nelson as being a far from cheerful companion for a fellow like Tip, and wondered what it was like to have to live with him for three days at a stretch at sea. The crew seemed a fine lot of young Britons, and he could understand a portion of Tip's enthusiasm for his command.
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Portrait of Ralph Henry Barbour Ralph Henry Barbour For the Freedom of the Seas — Chapter 18 (1918)

The second time he passed he looked across at Nelson, smiled and said: "Hello, kid!" Nelson said "Hello" in reply before he was struck with the oddity of the phrase from the lips of a German prisoner of war. Coming back again the youth stopped.
"How's everything in America?" he asked. He spoke with very little accent.
"All right," answered Nelson.
"I used to live there," went on the other. "St. Louis. Great town, St. Louis. I lived there eight years. Say, were those American soldiers on those ships?"
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