text_original: "I don't know what to think, Ingraham. I wish to God I could make up my mind. I'd feel easier if we were in, but I don't see any use dragging in a country that don't see it. Why, Sabinsport is living on the war and don't know it. Don't see that you can't live in this country to day except on the war. But she does take an interest. Ever notice that South Side Alley over next the wire mill, where the kids play. Got trenches there that wouldn't be bad in Flanders.
text_transcription: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK INGRAM I WISH TO GOD I COULD MAKE UP MY MIND I'D FEEL EASIER IF WE WERE IN BUT I DON'T SEE ANY USE DRAGGING IN A COUNTRY THAT DON'T SEE IT WHY SAVINSPORT IS LIVING ON THE WAR AND DON'T KNOW IT DON'T SEE THAT YOU CAN'T LIVE IN THIS COUNTRY TO DAY EXCEPT ON THE WAR BUT SHE DOES TAKE AN INTEREST EVER NOTICED THAT SOUTH SIDE ALLEY OVER NEXT TO THE WIRE MILL WHERE THE KID PLAY GOT TRENCHES THERE THAT WOULDN'T BE BAD IN FLANDERS
phonemes: "aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wʌt tə θˈɪŋk, ɪŋɡɹˈeɪəm. aɪ wˈɪʃ tə ɡˈɑːd aɪ kʊd mˌeɪk ˌʌp maɪ mˈaɪnd. aɪd fˈiːl ˈiːziɚ ɪf wiː wɜːɹ ˈɪn, bˌʌt aɪ dˈoʊnt sˈiː ˌɛni jˈuːs dɹˈæɡɪŋ ɪn ɐ kˈʌntɹi ðæt dˈoʊnt sˈiː ɪt. wˈaɪ, sˈæbɪnspˌɔːɹt ɪz lˈɪvɪŋ ɔnðə wˈɔːɹ ænd dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ ɪt. dˈoʊnt sˈiː ðæt juː kˈænt lˈɪv ɪn ðɪs kˈʌntɹi tə dˈeɪ ɛksˈɛpt ɔnðə wˈɔːɹ. bˌʌt ʃiː dˈʌz tˈeɪk ɐn ˈɪntɹɛst. ˈɛvɚ nˈoʊɾɪs ðæt sˈaʊθ sˈaɪd ˈæli ˌoʊvɚ nˈɛkst ðə wˈaɪɚ mˈɪl, wˌɛɹ ðə kˈɪdz plˈeɪ. ɡɑːt tɹˈɛntʃᵻz ðɛɹ ðæt wˈʊdənt biː bˈæd ɪn flˈændɚz.