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René MAILLET  1897-1931
 He was a volunteer at 18 years old in 1915, a polytechnician after the war, who remained single.

      Memories of Marguerite Maillet:
"Reborn, born on January 14, 1897. After completing his bachelor's degree at the Lycée de Reims, he attended the courses of Special Mathematics at the Lycée Henri IV (in Paris) when he entered into the 26th Regiment of Artillery in Chartres for the duration of the war.
After 18 months spent on the front as a gunner, then brigadier, he was appointed for the school of Fontainebleau (Aircraft)When he was released as a aspiring man, he entered the air force as an observer and took part in the fighting that lasted from March to November 1918. He was named a Sub-Lieutenant and was awarded the Cross of War and was quoted twice as a member of the Order of the Day.
After the war, he entered Polytechnic, and died in 1931."

See extract from a road map (1915) and War Notes (1916) transcribed by Marguerite Maillet

After these brilliant studies, he had several situations which did not satisfy him very well. The economic situation was not favourable.

He went to a bank on the Lille side (circa 1923), then to Péchiney in St-Jean de Maurienne (1924-25), where he fell ill, a kind of kidney infection that subsequently resumed him.

He was at Air France around 1926-27, then in 1928 at René BUREAU, who had just married his cousin Vonnette. He did not stay there and entered as a founder of power in a colonial business where he made two trips to Africa: Dakar, Brazzaville, Fort-Lamy (N'Djamena) in 1929-30. His kidney disease quickly took him away in 1931.
Below are pictures of René at different times, see also the pages 4831 for 1897-99, 4832 for 1900-1903, 4833 for 1904-1906, 4834 for 1907-10, 4835 for 1911-14



Here are two excerpts from René Maillet's war notebooks, transcribed by his mother

- October 1915 - Departure from Chartres - Book of the Road
- (by René Maillet, transcribed by Marguerite Maillet)
I learn that I leave on Sunday, October 3, 1915, on my way home from the house - it's perfect -
On Monday I start my preparations; I don't tell my family right away because I like to be alone for the start. I buy a lot of things.
Finally we leave the neighborhood at 7 am singing - Isaiah is wonderful - We take the train - I am in a 3rd compartment with Solicaux Leclerc, an old and an Alsatian who has 2 military booklets.
Everyone continues to sing, nervous joy that feels a little wine and calms quickly - It succeeds him a complete carelessness, I am as quiet as if I were going on leave. We settle for the night, the buddies are looking for various combinations, I just lay down on the floor and I crush it like a brute.
Awakening in Montargis - Conversation, the old one gives pipes. I eat, drink, smoke and sleep.
At about 9:00 am we're in Châlons, at 10:00 am in St-Hilaire, I'm asleep at midnight, waking up in Mourmelon-le-Petit, everyone is coming down.
In the dark, the wires and the rails are troubling us, we're being hit, we're being loaded like mules. At 1:00 we're parked in hangars, we're lying on the beaten ground, I'm freezing despite my cover.
At 5 o'clock we get up, we're with coffee-making boboasses, we have nothing. I heat water in my quarter and I use my coffee extract. We break a crust and we go. We're overloaded, we arrive at Mourmelon-le-Grand-Énertés. We distribute men by battery, Fromment has an idea of genius (which would have believed it?). We leave our bags and blankets in a house; a chore will come to take them. We go again: we follow species of immense paths, 50 m wide, carved in the fir trees. From place to camp, then we arrive in the lines. A wonderful move, there is a very intense life in these areas. Trucks, teams of all kinds, when we see this we understand the budget of the war! We pass by the mill of Chantereine(?) and we arrive at the level. Chief Yvon who led our group had made us take with great difficulty a military attitude 200 m before the camp: it was perfectly grotesque and useless. I am poured to the 6th. I am housed in a trench long 3 m, 80 wide. I am totally ahuri to be forced to lie in there: I light a candle and arrange my bed a little. Then I look, we make soup. I go to bed, the cook comes to wish me good evening. After 5 minutes, I hear small screams, they are rats (horror!), it screams, it stirs, I see one coming down from my head, I move, it goes away. It's disgusting. I finally fall asleep.
The next day I am told that I am a driver not mounted. Horses do not have enough to eat: I see one who after satisfying a natural need turns quietly and since nothing must be lost... and he is not the only one!...
Life continues quiet, except rats, dirty animals! After 3 days we leave, I am on a box, it is 4h1/2. At about 8am at the black night, we arrive near Louverey. Our tent cloths were taken - I lie with the beautiful star - my tent cloth below, a little straw that I took, I lay in my oatmeal bag, I roll in my blanket and good evening.
The next day we change places, I find a full-bodied cog, I still have a little astonishment to lie in, but there are no rats.
I keep treating the bears of the brigadier and the house, I make the drink. The night long vigil in the cagna. I get yelled because I don't care. "It's not for the pen," they say, "it's for the game" I'm not sure.
I sleep next to Guesdon, old guy head of good zigue. This life is quiet, we are in a tree wood and in the evening it smells good the resin and smoke of the pipes. The old ones have full back (they say so at least). As for the bobosses seen in Murmelon, they are tired of it, it must be hard to make them work.
We change location, we go 100m further and life continues monotonous, but quiet in the fir trees. I study Guesdon, it is worth a description. He lives in Goron (andous) he is 32 years old, 3 children and although mechanic, he has everything from Norman peasant. He has a black beard with 2 white spots, 2 phosphorescent eyes (explosive as said Mouret). When he has his mountain pass rolled on his head, he looks like a bougna. He is a good guy but he knows that a penny and a penny make 2 sous and I think he loves me especially my canned ones. These canned wines vary the usual, cassoulet, champagne: we go to the mill to get some pinard. I see Leclerc and Morillon with whom I walk every night causing.
Then there are sounds of departure, finally we leave for Dampierre-au-Temple. There is some pine tree at discretion, many people are getting dirty, I don't want to go. We go back the next day to Longevas, I pass to L'Epine, I made the ride in a bee house once, it's changed well, the roads are 40 m wide, or rather there is no road, we pass in the fields. I pass 3 km from Sarry. At Longèvas we sleep in a barn as everywhere. I receive my leather pallet in the evening, I was lucky: the next morning woke up at 3 am, it rains, we leave at 4 am, it rains and it always rains. My coat is like a sponge, my paletot protects me fortunately but I have my knees crossed. It's pretty cold: I walk by the chests to warm up. I drink a drop in a small can. The day seems, it always rains. At about 10 am we are in Vernancourt (?). Stop, we are at rest for a few days. We are abducted from chores.
Then we go to Possesse, 3 or 4 days of rest and we leave, Sivry on Ante, I have the luck to be able to find the captain, he gives me permission to go to Dampierre. Surprise huge! Chambertin flows in, Colin takes me back in the car, the buddies wish me my party (12 Nov).
The next day we leave for Verrières, where we are quiet for 2 days, then we arrive in position, Charnesse wood, at 8 am in the evening by the rain naturally. I look for my room, I find it with great difficulty. Finally we're in a Gaulish hut.

- 1916, notes of war transcribed by Marguerite Maillet, found in a notebook by René Maillet, artillery brigadier
Departure from Massiges around August 25 - I leave the day before by the van - torrential rain - I sleep in the cabin Adrian - The next day I go back to get my forgotten blankets - We leave at 2 am with Lieutenant Lauger for Gizaucourt. In Courtémont, he offers me to go to Dampierre. We arrive at Gizaucourt and I make the lodging with Gouteau, then I go to Dampierre. I go back to the night - At 4 am I will wait for the column - Everything is changed in the accommodation and I swim - The park is formed on the place under the trees - I lodge with some brigadiers in a room above the stables of the castle - The next day ballad in the park with Villars - We stay 2 days -
We go to Triaucourt on a farm between Triaucourt and Evres - It's pretty ugly - In the crossing of Triaucourt, the Captain gets greeted by the officers from the back - The next day we leave for Souhesme la Grande - Bivouac - We form the park - Finally we get a barn for the shooting battery - We sleep there 2 nights, then we go to Verdun - The refit is done in sections - We arrive in a wonderful boucan, the rooms pull all around us. At the crossing of the St. Michael's Pier, the Lieutenant gets lost: he calls, he searches, and the pots start to fall - Finally a guy tells us the position, we are along a railway - The cabins are a little sheltered by the slope - the rooms above and in the air - There is nothing on the cabins - The first days we shoot a lot - I act as a room manager 1 night out of 2 - In general we receive some pots in the evening, but everything is going well, 2 lightly injured in 22 days.
We are raised by the 45th - The refit is done at 7 am, it is the best time. It is done without incident. I leave with the 8th section and we arrive at the Drouot camp between Laempire and Niscéville around 11 am. The next day we see that the danger has passed. Croyet wants to make me do a horse, I give up and I'm very wrong. We sleep there 2 nights in a cabin Adrian.
We're going to Foucaulcourt, what a job to ride. A little rain at the start, then it's okay, superb accommodation, I'm getting a nice corner for my room.

The next day we go to Villotte in front of Loupy. The rooms are poorly housed, the bourins have the rope - for me, I get a nice little corner at a good woman who makes us chocolate every morning. Small session of the Captain when entering with the warrant officer of the 2nd, they finally do their mess at home.
I'm having trouble with my horse because of the NCOs, and I'm finally taking care of it a little bit.

The 10th we're leaving for the attack on Verdun.
We only make one stop until Laempire (38km). Bivouac. I pilot the cross column at the finish, it returns to its path, fortunately. We are in a clearing, the ground is very dry, we mount the tents. I stay 3 days at this bivouac.
Our position is very new, the workers (all the servants of the battery) left Villotte 5 days before us, they did what they could: 2 shelters and some extremely heavy cabins. The parts are in the air naturally. We tend nets filled with raphia to camouflage them.
The morning I arrived at the battery with two guns, I slept in a cagna where we were so tight that we had to stay on the side. A cannon remained bogged down on the coast of Souville Fort, we released it with the servants.
The next morning, wake up with a headache. You have to see the landscapes, it looks like lunar landscapes, just holes, scrap of equipment, demolished batteries, cannons, twisted boxes, harnesses and corpses, a whole terrible furnace.




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