Pierre GRELOT

”Dear mama, papa and Jacques,

Everything is over now. I will be shot tomorrow at 11 o’clock. My poor, dear parents, I want you to know that my last thoughts will be of you! I will know how to die like a Frenchman.
I have thought of you often during these long months and would have wanted to make you as happy as your affection for me deserved in return. I have dreamed of so many ways to make you happy after the war. But alas, my dreams will remain just that.
I send you all my love. The joy of seeing you again is forbidden to me forever. You will have news about me later.
My cherished parents, I give you all my love again and forever. Remember me in your hearts…
Farewell dear mama, papa, Jacques, farewell!”