I beseech you not to despair, live for René, who would be an unfortunate orphan, also for my brothers and sisters, set them an example of resignation and lift up your head, your son has given his life for the Fatherland (Long live little Belgium).
I embrace you with all my heart, courage, mother, we shall see each other again some day, kiss my brothers and sisters for me and tell them your son knew how to die.
Now I am going to lie down, it is already late, to be ready for the execution to-morrow.
I forgive everybody, friends and enemies, I pardon, because they do not pardon me.
You will find a note-book, in which I have noted my last wishes.
I ask you to forgive Denèque for what he has done, I have forgiven him, it is the request of a doomed man.
Your son, who causes you much suffering and is deeply grieved.
Léon Trulin.