The son of the pacific Catalan citizen had enlisted in the battalion of the Foreign Legion made up to a great extent of Spaniards and Spanish-Americans.
Blanes had asked the captain to see his son.

He was sad yet at the same time proud of this romantic adventure blossoming out so unexpectedly in the utilitarian and monotonous existence of the family.

A boy that had such a great future in his father's factory!...

And then he had related to Ulysses with shaking voice and moist eyes the achievements of his son,--wounded in Champagne, two citations and the _Croix de Guerre_.
Who would ever have imagined that he could be such a hero!...

Now his battalion was in Salonica after having fought in the Dardanelles.
"See if you can't bring him back with you," repeated Blanes.