"Dear lady: I am sending him back to you. The little soldier. He will bring back the bracelet and my love. I am dying, but I am very happy. I have seen the Germans' right turned, and I think France is safe. Many a brave Frenchman will sleep well to-night for that sight. Please keep the bracelet and wear it always on your left wrist for me. It is sweet, dying for the one you love, and your country.
"My War Cross, I am giving to my little chum. Let him wear it always. Bury it with him. Next to you, I love him. God has sent him to me to bear my love to you. I am very tired. I must stop now. Taps will soon sound. It is sweet to die for one's country. Do not grieve for me. I am not grieving for myself. Keep me always in your heart. Taps will sound in a minute."
He folded the note and tucked it beneath the dog's collar. Then with his handkerchief wet with his heart's blood, he bound the note firmly to the collar. Next he took off his War Cross, la Croix de
