text_original: It was not alone what he saw at home; it was what he heard from his friends in Washington. Their letters, once hopeful, became despairing. "It looks to me to day," one of them wrote him along in the middle of January, "as if the whole war machine had broken down.
text_transcription: IT WAS NOT ALONE WHAT HE SAW AT HOME IT WAS WHAT HE HEARD FROM HIS FRIENDS IN WASHINGTON THEIR LETTERS ONCE HOPEFUL BECAME DESPAIRING IT LOOKS TO ME TO DAY ONE OF THEM WROTE HIM ALONG IN THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY AS IF THE WHOLE WAR MACHINE IS BROKEN DOWN
phonemes: ɪt wʌz nˌɑːt ɐlˈoʊn wʌt hiː sˈɔː æt hˈoʊm; ɪt wʌz wʌt hiː hˈɜːd fɹʌm hɪz fɹˈɛndz ɪn wˈɑːʃɪŋtən. ðɛɹ lˈɛɾɚz, wˈʌns hˈoʊpfəl, bɪkˌeɪm dᵻspˈɛɹɪŋ. "ɪt lˈʊks tə mˌiː tə dˈeɪ," wˈʌn ʌv ðˌɛm ɹˈoʊt hˌɪm ɐlˈɔŋ ɪnðə mˈɪdəl ʌv dʒˈænjuːˌɛɹi, "æz ɪf ðə hˈoʊl wˈɔːɹ məʃˈiːn hæd bɹˈoʊkən dˈaʊn.