Hopes, dreams, beliefs and loves, treasures of a mortal man all were crushed since that fateful day. Heeding the call of Marianne, one day I left behind my weeping mother, my distraught father, my dear cottage and my darling sweetheart, embarking into this so-called Great War as a chevalier. Tears, blood and bitter rains made those four years an arduous eternity. In this journal contained the entirety of the most earnest soul and heart of a young cavalryman, who at many occasions since that fateful day had nothing but one wish: to live long enough that he may be able to read these hastily scribed tales of a time long passed to his children. And he did. In honour of the Seventh Cavalry Brigade’s standard-bearing and wine-smuggling commander, whose sacrifices made the survival of this journal and its writer possible.
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