The Sergeant Major was momentarily diverted from his bitterness at DeGaulle when I came in from a night of drinking and dancing in Paris, escorted by two colonel’s daughters in a VW, and headed for the Alka Seltzer. I told him nothing happened with the eldest, who coolly thanked him for being allowed to “borrow” me — and that the younger stared daggers at me all the way back to post, because I got the front seat and she was relegated to the back. “That’s the stuff,” the old soldier said. “Always plead not guilty…”

What Was I Thinking?

FONTAINBLEAU, APRIL 1966

Professional writer, Pacific Northwest. 20 Books: “Sleeping Planet” 1964 to “Venus Mons Iliad” 2018–19. Most on Amazon for sale. Il faut d’abord durer.