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Why would such an historical and personal letter be for sale at a flea market for a measly euro, let alone be dumped without care at the bottom of the box, soaked with rainwater and doused in dirt? I assumed that when the recipient of this letter died, he was probably not on good terms with his family, and they had no desire to keep anything of his that remained. Who was this person? How did he survive the war? Whom did he love? Why was he hated in death?My dear little cousin. We still haven't heard news from you. You must know we are worried. We have done nothing but think of you since the invasion of Belgium. I hope you're no longer in Brussels. You are no doubt a refugee in Ypres. If you could come to Saumur, we could mutually comfort each other… Belgian refugee trains arrive daily and more than once we have had tears in our eyes to see them… Oh, how victory will be beautiful; Czechoslovakia, Denmark, Norway, Holland, Belgium, England, and France are fighting for peace and annihilating Germany… We hope this day arrives quickly, we pray with fervor that the Good Lord will not remain insensible.