July 24th, 1917 Diary of Theodore Roosevelt I had to pull some strings to get pen and paper in here, but my name still carries weight, even with the Brits. I am in detention, in military prison until they decide what to do with me. A cunning, round little Belgian with a sculpted, pointy beard found me out. He was smoking a pipe and masticating a hard-boiled egg with his two, big buck teeth like a rabbit when he caught up to me. He otherwise had the mien of an impeccable gentleman.
The price of disobeying orders
The price of disobeying orders
The price of disobeying orders
July 24th, 1917 Diary of Theodore Roosevelt I had to pull some strings to get pen and paper in here, but my name still carries weight, even with the Brits. I am in detention, in military prison until they decide what to do with me. A cunning, round little Belgian with a sculpted, pointy beard found me out. He was smoking a pipe and masticating a hard-boiled egg with his two, big buck teeth like a rabbit when he caught up to me. He otherwise had the mien of an impeccable gentleman.