![]() ![]() We ran round the streets of the city together, looking for a distraction from our heartache. Thus I left the village without anyone seeing me and I went straight to Koblenz, where I encountered Florentz, a bugler of the Elite Company of the regiment. I cried in despair, saw many non-commissioned officers and soldiers who were not much more pleased than I was I didn’t know what to do to avoid cutting off my ponytail. Our regiment received the order to cut off all pony tails: that is, to trim our hair in the Roman style When I learned this news, a saber cut could not have caused me more grief. I was so interested in mine that I would never have decided to cut it even if someone had given me a thousand francs, Well, my friend, I was on the eve of losing everything in order to conform to uniformity like the others. ![]() I can say that I was pointed out as the third soldier, because in the regiment there were twin sergeants and I who had the best heads of hair and the most handsome ponytails. Up to this point, my finery consistest of the beauty of my head of hair, in which I always took great care. It pleases me to report this circumstance that leaves me a memory I will regret for a long time I have to tell you, my friend, that our regiment all wore or hair braided and tied in pony tails. Afterwards our regiment lodged in the villages around Koblenz, a stay that was memorable because I lost what was most precious to me in the middle of a drunken binge. ![]()
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