Every morning when the late great Marshal Ferdinand Foch reached his fusty little office in the top of the Invalides, he would lean his umbrella in the corner, adjust his spectacles, tap the barometer on his office wall, then call as he sat down at his desk "Et maintenant, ou est mon Weygand?" Loyal, capable General Max Weygand, member of the superior War Council, was always there. Despite the fact that he had been Chief Assistant, almost a second son to Marshal Foch since the outbreak of the war, General Weygand never dreamed of...
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