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FIC: Gen: Day 10 - June 23, 1946
Sep. 10th, 2012 11:29 pmJune 23, 1946
Dear Remy,
I was saddened to hear of your wife’s death. You have my sympathy and understanding, having lost my first wife, Deidre. I am so sorry. You have all those lovely children and grandchildren to comfort you a bit.
I think often of our days in the Great War but the years seemed to have softened the ugliness a little and left me with fond memories of the good times we had rather than the bad. I think of all the fine meals and great wines we had in the capitals of Europe and the people we met in Africa, such as Dr. Schweitzer.
And the Diamond. I found it, you know. But it got away from me and I was not able to track it down again. I often wish we’d never started looking for it. It was the thing that finally separated us and I have missed you these many years, my friend.
Take care of yourself.
Indy
Remy Baudouin was my grandfather’s friend and the man he joined the Belgian Army with. They met when Grandfather rode with Pancho Villa in Mexico when he was a teenager. Remy was evidently quite the ladies’ man.
Dear Remy,
I was saddened to hear of your wife’s death. You have my sympathy and understanding, having lost my first wife, Deidre. I am so sorry. You have all those lovely children and grandchildren to comfort you a bit.
I think often of our days in the Great War but the years seemed to have softened the ugliness a little and left me with fond memories of the good times we had rather than the bad. I think of all the fine meals and great wines we had in the capitals of Europe and the people we met in Africa, such as Dr. Schweitzer.
And the Diamond. I found it, you know. But it got away from me and I was not able to track it down again. I often wish we’d never started looking for it. It was the thing that finally separated us and I have missed you these many years, my friend.
Take care of yourself.
Indy
Remy Baudouin was my grandfather’s friend and the man he joined the Belgian Army with. They met when Grandfather rode with Pancho Villa in Mexico when he was a teenager. Remy was evidently quite the ladies’ man.
