Harry Truman's friends were frankly worried about him. "He's just trying to do too damned much," said one friend. "It's telling on him. Why, he snaps and snarls at those closest around him. It used to be that he sloughed off his troubles at night. Now he takes that damned briefcase of his to Blair House every night, filled to the locks, and sits up at all hours studying State Department memoranda and war reports. He doesn't get his sleep.
"His load is getting too heavy. He's trying to run everything. He'll see anybody. Any Senator or governor or anybody...
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