How to Live Your Life

Let's get away from it all . . .

Legion Etrangere (The French Foreign Legion) - Yes, you can still sign up, get a new name, be part of an elite, and say goodbye to all of this. For all the romance, though, it's still the army. So before you run off to fight for France you'll want to read everything there is on the Legion, before you find yourself ruing a dreadful mistake.

May I recommend the following?

Mouthful of Rocks, by Christian Jennings. Autobiographical account of a modern enlistment. Young British guy figures his young life is at a dead end, so he's off to France. His story is frank and exposes life in the Legion for all its ups and downs. Mostly downs, as he sees it.

I've been rereading this lately. It goes a lot further than I remember to debunk the myths of the legion. I'll have more to say about this later.

The French Foreign Legion, by Douglas Porch. Haven't plowed through this tome yet, but it looks and feels like the definitive history of the Legion.

Poems, by Alan Seeger. Seeger is the poet laureate of the Legion and I don't believe he is kin to the soppy folkie of the 60's. From a well-to-do New England family, Seeger got his degree from Harvard then joined the Legion to fight in the Great War. He died on the French battlefield.

Academics are sympathetic, but relegate his poetry to the second shelf. He's no Keats, Byron, etc. Yes, true perhaps, but this is still good stuff. This man lived and died in the romantic tradition, and his poetry lives up to the greatness of his short life. Sturm and Drang for the 20th century.

I managed to pick up a first edition Poems on my latest road trip. Unlike the second edition, the front pages make reference to the published diary and letters of Seeger. Lo and behold I found a copy at the Strand in NYC.

Juvenal, Jr.


In October 1997 the article on this page concerning the French Foreign Legion received a bullet from a man claiming to be a former legionnaire. We print it below. My reply follows, and his reply after that. He graciously gave us permission to print his letters, so we've deleted any identifiers. Although I did not change his first letter, I took some liberties in translating his second letter. This gentleman's English is much better than my French, so I hope he accepts my apologies for my translation.
The Sergeant's first letter:
 
i am a former sgt. in the french legion.i was part of the greatest combat unit in the world (the (unit name deleted)) it is not true what you say about us.you dont know that for every 5000 candidat ,only 30 to 45 become a legionnaire.the legion is the ultimat elite in combat units and men who join are NOT trying to escape something or someone (the legion do not accept people with problem since 1950.true that in our history we gave the choice to criminal to join :death or fight,this have made the best warrior on the planet but now we dont hang people for crimes,so we have to take only the cream of the cream of military units to join the legion.if you dont believe what i say try to join! by the way i dont know if you an american but let me tell you that in all the commando center around the globe , the legion rules! ex: new guinea center :legion finish in 45 min. the marines quite after 7HOURS!. ex2 :in all the recent wars (irak,bosnia etc..)it is the legion that people sent to have the job done (bosnia,after that the marines break their ass on a amnunition depot for 2 MONTH ,they sent for the legion :we took it in less then 30 MINUTES !!!!.so please talk about something that you know not your dreams!
My response:
 
Your credentials sound authentic, so I'll presume that you really were with the L.E. and respond by asking you to re-read the our brief article about the Legion and to take it for what it is, a piece of admiration and not a put-down. Believe me, I wouldn't have written it if I didn't respect the Legion and its history. The whole idea was to remind people that it is still possible to join an elite group through one's talents, regardless of one's past. Surely you understand that this idea of qualifying for an elite fighting force, and getting a new identity in the process, captures the imagination. It strikes a chord with people who are not criminals or misfits. It also strikes a chord with people like me who will probably never get into the L.E. 
The L.E. no longer accepts criminals and misfits. So what? The fact that it once did only contributes to its romance and greatness. Sure, the L.E. makes its mark in combat performance. I don't doubt what you say about its record. But it's said that the L.E.'s backbone is its tradition and sense of history. If that's true, then you must admit that some former criminals and misfits once had a part in making the L.E. the respected force that it is today. The fact that the L.E. once took criminals and misfits into its service and molded them into an elite fighting force speaks very powerfully for the L.E., even if its members don't boast about it. 
If you still feel that the L.E. is misrepresented on our page, feel free to set the record straight about specific points. If you dislike the books I've recommended about the L.E., tell us specifically why you do not like them. If you know of a book that you believe describes the L.E. accurately, please send your recommendations along. If you're willing to talk about your experience in the L.E., write back. We will print your letter (and delete any details, if you like). Go ahead and write in French. 
Juvenal
The Sergeant's second letter:
 
Cher Juvenal,merci pour ta lettre.pourquoi la Legion ? pour ce gout de depassement de soi-meme , d'evoluer dans un monde ou toutes les regles sont changee , un millieu ou le mensonge n'existe pas , une societe ou l' individu ne fait qu' un avec ses freres , un monde dans lequel on se rend compte que les aleas de la vie ne sont qu'une larme versee un jour de pluie .Etre Legionnaire c'est l'abnegation totale du soi ,mourir un peu pour vivre toujours , c' est un monde ou l' homme n'est rien mais ou son honneur est tout ,ou l'argent,les femmes,le vin,les privileges ne sont rien en comparaison de la satisfaction du travail bien fait , etre legionnaire , c'est etre le bouclier et en meme temps l'epee ;le sacrifice de soi peut etre pour le salut de son ame.tant de chose a dire ou a crier , je te quitte avec quelque chose qui ne fut (je pense) jamais publier et qui est chanter losque nous sommes entre legionnaires ou dans des moments de solitude : 

"QU'EST CE QUE JE SUIS" : 

Qu'est que je suis sur cette terre un homme qui est pret a mourir , pret a mourir un homme qu'l'on appelle legionnaire qui sait servir et sait mourir ,et mourir 

refrain 

et que m'importe cette vie pourvu qu'elle serve a mon idee , a mon idee 
et que m'importe toutes ces filles que je n'ai jamais su aimer , oui su aimer. 
Elle etais belle, elle etais blonde et puis un jour elle est partie , elle est partie 
en emportant tout derriere elle mon coeur , mon chagrin et ma vie , et oui ma vie 
refrain.

This is my rough translation of the Sergeant's second letter, and I apologize for any errors. I've changed some punctuation:
 
Dear Juvenal, thanks for your letter. Why the legion? For the feeling of surpassing oneself; to thrive in a world where all the rules have been changed, a medium in which lies do not exist, a society in which one's only ties are to his brothers, a world in which the hazards of life are just tears pouring on a rainy day. Being a legionnaire means total self-denial, dying a little in return for immortality. It's a world in which a man is nothing and honor is everything; where money, women, wine and privilege are nothing compared to a job well done. Being a legionnaire means being the shield as well as the sword. Self-sacrifice can be good for the soul. So many things to say or cry out, I leave with something that has (I believe) never been published, and which is sung amongst legionnaires, together or in solitude... 
What am I 
What am I, on this earth 
A man ready to die, ready to die 
A man called legionnaire 
He who knows how to serve 
And knows how to die, knows how to die 

(Refrain) 
And what does this life matter 
So long as it serves my mind, serves my mind 
Are what are all of these women to me Whom I was never to love, yes, able to love 
She was beauty, she was a blonde 
And one day she was gone, she was gone 
Taking everything with her 
My heart, my sorrows, and my life, yes my life 
(Refrain)


Roadtripping

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