贝特朗·塔韦尼耶的《只是人生》最后，德拉彭少校给艾琳夫人写了一封动情的信，我在一本叫《French Cinema and the Great War: Remembrance and Representation》的书里把信件内容（英文版）摘抄在了笔记本里，也录在这里。I only had to murmur those three words,but I kept silent. Now I shout them a hundred times a day, with all my force,hoping they bridge the great expanse between us.I love you.Yes, I love you.forever.You may laugh after all these months apart.My confession calms me.It proves I'm alive, at peace with myself.The rest is trivial. . . . I made big resolutions . . . such as leaving the army, which let me go without difficulty.As I have no taste for cities or suits, I've returned to my childhood home where I have a few acres of rocks and vineyard. Without illusions, I offer you this paltry kingdom.It is 10 PM…tomorrow I will see if my boars have left for Spain,and begin to wait.For you,I already am.I'll wait only 100 years. Let's say 101 years.Post scriptum these are my final dreadful statistics. In comparison to the duration of the Allied Victory March down the Champs-Elysées, about three hours, I think, I calculated that given the same speed, step, and military formations, the march of those who died in this inexpiable madness would have lasted 11 days and 11 nights. Forgive me this crushing accuracy.January 1922
