The Belgian-born American writer, editor and defender of liberty, Arnaud de Borchgrave, has been laid to rest in Washington, his passing marked by Quadrant‘s John O’Sullivan in National Review:
A few weeks later he was summoned to an address in Eaton Square and, after a brief waiting time, marched into a room to find himself facing a panel of three senior officers, one of whom was his father. Until that moment he had not known that his father was head of Belgian intelligence with a network of agents throughout the occupied country.
“Age?” he was asked. “Seventeen,” he replied.
His father had difficulty suppressing a smile. So Arnaud was never parachuted into Brussels
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