"Most diaries, it may well be, are written with no thought of publication. They have no reader's eye in view. They are personal, intimate, confidential, a part of oneself that is better hidden from the crass outside world.
This journal makes no pretence to being of that kind. It was recorded for my own pleasure and peace of mind, to be sure, but also -- to be perfectly frank -- with the idea that one day most of it might be published, if any publisher cared to commit it to print. Obviously this was not because I deemed for one second that I and the life I led were of the slightest importance or even of any particular interest to the public. The only justification in my own mind was that chance, and the kind of job I had, appeared to be giving a somewhat unusual opportunity to set down from day to day a first-hand account of a Europe that was already in agony and that, as the months and years unfolded, slipped inexorably towards the abyss of war and self-destruction."
Damn. This book also contains a postcard (see item image 4) dated Jun 10, 12 PM 1942, which reads:
Just a few lines to let you know that everything is O.K., and hope that everything with you is likewise. I feel that you are interested in how I am getting along as a welder, so I shall tell you. Last night was my sixth night on the job and I practiced vertical welding. I did several test plates on flat and these were found to be very satisfactory when put through a test. I still need some improvement in welding technique, however, and this I expect to get in time. My office hours are 10 P.M. to 5 a.m. Hows tickles?
Best regards, Sam"
A little extra chunk of history.
This book is in good condition; the binding is a little damaged, with the first two pages seperated at the spine. Other than that, the book is in very good condition. No dust jacket. Copyright and printed 1941. Approximately 8.5" by 6" by 2", 605 pages.
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