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I am the great-granddaughter of Ruby Side Thompson. 
Recently I started re-reading the World War ll journals and felt that they were such an important part of a history that will soon be forgotten if not published and shared with the world. These diary excerpts are not the entirety of what is published in print and kindle.
Ruby grew up during a time when education was just beginning to be encouraged for both upper and middle class women. During the late 1890's Ruby explored many radical political ideas of London, England. She met many famous people including the writers George Bernard Shaw and William Butler Yeats. 
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World War ll London Blitz: 6-8-41 Men talking: Roosevelt is busy now talking the States into war, whilst Lindbergh is busy talking against war. Roosevelt, of course, will finally carry the day, for he is government.

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June 8, 1941
Men talking: Roosevelt is busy now talking the States into war, whilst Lindbergh is busy talking against war. Roosevelt, of course, will finally carry the day, for he is government. I am convinced it is governments that make war, never the people. The English people don’t really want to fight this war, but our government talked us into it, and keeps us to it by talking at us. I listen to unending talk that comes over the air, and I hate it. Propaganda. A guiding of opinion and a holding of the mass will to endure, and to carry on this war our politicians have committed us to. No political fights. I am convinced no politician limits himself to rations. God, how I detest politicians!
Today we have been told that at two a.m. this morning Free French Troops, with companies of our Imperial Press, under the leadership of General Wilson, marched into Syria. Fine! So now we’ll have another bloody civil war. Frenchmen against Frenchmen, and then after a slaughtering from the Germans, we can make another masterly retreat. Politics: war: madness: men justifying themselves. Fool men: crazy men: old governmental rams driving out the lambs to the slaughter: rich old politicians seeking more riches ordering out the young men to die.
I weep. My heart is weeping.
June 9, 1941
Yesterday was one of my most awful days. I did not know how to bear anything. The war news got me down. Once, when I had turned on the radio in an attempt to find something to distract my thoughts, I fell into a dreadful spell of weeping. Evelyn Laye was on the air. She said, “I will now sing something to you which I sang a little while ago to our boys on the you-know-what. I say this most reverently, and I sing it for those boys again—from my heart.” Then she began the song from Bittersweet, “I’ll see you again. When spring breaks through again.”
Evelyn Laye is in charge of entertainments for the Navy, and she herself is the wife of a naval officer. She was alluding to H.M.S. Hood, destroyed off Greenland so recently, with thirteen hundred men aboard, all lost. Even over the air one could sense the tension, which came over her visible audience. How she managed to conclude the song I’m sure I don’t know, and here, just to write this morning, makes me cry again. War, death, loss. It is eternal loss and eternal grief. For what? Glory? Glory be damned.
June 11, 1941
The night was quiet, but the siren giving the alarm at six forty a.m. this morning awakened me. Ted came down soon afterwards, already dressed for the day. He gave no greeting, no good morning, no enquiry about the night, and after the seven o’clock news he went off to church in the usual way. What a man! What a completely selfish man.

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