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June 28

Saw my brother A⁠⸺ off at Waterloo en route for Armageddon. Darling fellow. He shook hands with P⁠⸺ and H⁠⸺, and P⁠⸺ wished him “Goodbye, and good luck.” Then he held my hand a moment, said “Goodbye, old man,” and for a second gave me a queer little nervous look. I could only say “Goodbye,” but we understand each other perfectly.⁠ ⁠… It is horrible. I love him tenderly.