I met her once; she was joking around the whole time. It was a little hard for me to understand her Dutch, but her smile was hard to resist.
I couldn't help thinking while writing this story that she got so much recognition in her later life _ which is great _ but there are so many lonely old people who are pining for attention. It's overwhelming to think about all that pain. Majoor Bosshardt was very deserving of respect, but then, who isn't? She would have been the first to agree...
"World, world, oh world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, life would not yield to age."