Augustin didn't want to remember those days but he had to tell Aimé something. "I got caught up with radicals and was a republican bleu in the Vendée civil war, ill equipped and not trained well. We were no better than targets. But I guess we deserved it right, traitors to the country, betraying our families," he said, hurt and his sarcasm not hidden at all. "I thought I was being brave, wanting to see as many of the others not be killed and ran into an ambush and ended up with a bullet in the chest and side for it."
Sighing he leaned against a stone pillar and looked at Aimé. "I could barely move for months; I think they'd given up on me. If... if I'd tried to get a word to father and you two, it would have handed you all over to the Committee. As soon as I could, was strong enough to travel, I came to England to look for you but... by the the time I had courage enough to endure the distain of my family, I learned father had passed."