And so now I am a father, and Amelie and I have a beautiful daughter. We have named her Anne-Marie.
It is the strangest thing to hear her little cries, oh so tiny, in this camp of war. She is not the only infant in Bois-de-Bois, indeed, but none of the smaller children have come to L’Isle de Grand-Blaireau to date: Bertrand and his lads are the youngest.
I was not present for the birth, no of course not