Old friends

I really don't even remember his name.

I met him down in San Miguel de Allende many years ago, and his Spanish was bad and his English was worse. I asked him at a party what the decoration was that he wore, a simple clip, really, on his buttonhole.

"Maquis", he told me, modestly.

Proud, man, proud. Like a Recon Mae\rine proud, like a SEAL proud,

He might have known this guy, Le Rouchoucald,

But he never said a word.  "Maquis".  It was enough,  Either I'd  understand, or I never would.

God bless the men who fought the good fight