Voices of the Foreign Legion

The History of the World's Most Famous Fighting Corps

Adrian D. Gilbert

• Publisher: Skyhorse
• Year: 2014
• Print ISBN: 9781628737387
• eBook ISBN: 9781629140926
• Topic: History
• Subtopic: Military & Maritime History
• Index: History

The French Foreign Legion has built a reputation as one of the world's most formidable and colorful military institutions. Established as a means of absorbing foreign troublemakers, the Legion spearheaded French colonialism in North Africa during the nineteenth century. Accepting volunteers from all parts of the world, the Legion acquired an aura of mystery and a less-than-enviable reputation for extreme brutality within its ranks. Voices of the Foreign Legion explores how the Legion selects its recruits, their native lands, and why these warriors seek a life full of hardship and danger. It analyzes the Legion's brutal attitude toward discipline, questions why desertion has been a perennial problem, and assesses the Legion's remarkable military achievements since its formation in the year 1831. This is the real story of the Legion, featuring firsthand accounts from the men who have fought in its ranks. Its scope ranges from the conquest of the colonies in Africa and the Far East through the horrors of the two world wars, to the bitter, but ultimately hopeless, battle to maintain France's far-flung imperial possessions. The story is brought fully up-to-date with accounts and anecdotes from those contemporary foreign legionnaires who continue to fight for French interests around the globe.Skyhorse Publishing, as well as our Arcade imprint, are proud to publish a broad range of books for readers interested in history--books about World War II, the Third Reich, Hitler and his henchmen, the JFK assassination, conspiracies, the American Civil War, the American Revolution, gladiators, Vikings, ancient Rome, medieval times, the old West, and much more. While not every title we publish becomes a New York Times bestseller or a national bestseller, we are committed to books on subjects that are sometimes overlooked and to authors whose work might not otherwise find a home.

PART I

THE MAKING OF A LEGIONNAIRE

Pain is only weakness leaving the body ...

(Traditional Legion maxim)

CHAPTER 1

CROSSING THE LINE

Simon Low made his decision to join the French Foreign Legion while sitting in a south London pub in 1988. After seven years’ service in the British armed forces he wanted another challenge, and putting down his unfinished pint he returned to his flat, packed his belongings and took the train for Paris. It was a hard-thought choice, however, and Low had misgivings as he took the metro across the city to the Legion’s recruiting office at Fort de Nogent:

Never has a tube ride been so nerve-wracking; counting the stations still to come, I was aching to get there and get it over with. At the same time, I didn’t want the journey to end. When it did, I rapidly climbed the stairs two at a time to ground level. I asked an official-looking chap in a 50-pence-shaped, peaked cap directions for the Foreign Legion. ‘Où Légion Étrangère?’ Without batting an eyelid, he pointed along a tree-lined road, ‘Par là, par là’ [There].

Two minutes’ brisk walk found me staring at a sign above two large wooden arched fort gates – Légion Étrangère. Taking a deep breath and holding my grip over my right shoulder, I walked towards the small door set into the larger wooden gates, my heart beating ten to the dozen, and rapped loudly with my knuckles. Immediately, a slit in the door snapped open. A pair of eyes peered from within, scrutinising me. I waited for a few seconds while the eyes continued their hard stare, then, pointing to myself, I said, ‘Moi, Légion Étrangère.’

The eyes disappeared, and there was a scraping of bolts before the small wooden door opened inwards. It revealed a legionnaire in combats and kepi, assault rifle slung across his chest. He motioned me to step inside, where I was first searched and then led to a bare stone-arched room. He uttered two words: ‘Assis toi’ [Sit down]. I sat on one of the old wooden chairs positioned against the wall. The legionnaire then left, closing the solid wooden door with a resounding bang. Now alone, I looked towards the ceiling, stretched my legs out in front of me and breathed a massive sigh of relief. I had done it. I had crossed the fateful line and into the unknown.

Low’s description would find an echo in almost all those who have crossed that line. David Taylor had to overcome second thoughts when he volunteered in 1983:

It was a very daunting walk up the hill from the station to the old fort with its huge wooden gate about 20 feet high. I did what I’m sure many guys did, and that is turn around and walk back to the station to have a beer and think things over. I then went back up, knocked on the door, and went through it right into the Legion.

By its very nature, the Legion has accepted men from all nationalities and walks of life. In the past, if the volunteers were between 17 and 40 years old and were able to meet the Legion’s physical requirements they were seldom rejected. The idealistic adventurer – of the type made famous in the Beau Geste novels of P. C. Wren – was actively discouraged, however. As far back as 1890, Frederic Martyn was surprised to find his recruiting officer trying to dissuade him from signing the standard five-year contract. The officer – believing the well-bred Martyn would find life unduly hard – remarked: ‘There are many, too many, who join the Legion with no sort of qualification for a soldier’s life, and these men do no good to themselves or France by enlisting.’ Similar reservations were displayed by a Legion non-commissioned officer (NCO), when a be-suited, public school-educated Simon Murray announced his intention of joining the Legion in February 1960:

There was a sergeant sitting behind the table who looked me up and down and said nothing. I broke the ice and said in English that I had come to join the Foreign Legion and he gave me a look that was a mixture of wonder and sympathy. He spoke reasonable English with a German accent and asked me, ‘Why?’

I said something conventional about adventure and so on and he said I had come to the wrong place. He said five years in the Legion would be long and hard, that I should forget the romantic idea that the English have of the Legion and that I would do well to go away and reconsider the whole thing. I said I had given it a lot of thought and had come a long way and eventually he said ‘OK’ with a sigh and led me upstairs and into an assembly hall.

When, in 1999, American would-be legionnaire Jaime Salazar said that he too was looking for adventure, he was openly laughed at by his recruiting NCO, a Japanese caporal-chef. But after some preliminary questions, the corporal handed copies of the contract for Salazar to sign:

The pen trembled in my hand. God alone knew what I was agreeing to and what rights I was signing away. But once I had signed, I felt an indescribable release. I’d finally done it!

I was made to change into a green tracksuit smelling of sweat and vomit with a hole in the crotch, and was thrown into a room with the other new arrivals, a collection of humanity’s rejects. The Legion has always had a bizarre mix passing through its gates, from the legendary gentlemen who joined in top hats and tails to men who arrived in tatters and signed with an X.

One after another, men in the new intake returned from the bureau waving pieces of paper printed with their nom de guerre, the new identity under which they were joining the Foreign Legion. Some were guys with a past that they needed to put behind them; some were even French. According to its founding statutes, the Foreign Legion is an army of non-French mercenaries. On paper, apart from the officers, there are no French nationals serving in the ranks. Any Frenchmen are listed as Belgians, Swiss or French-Canadians. Recruits are [sometimes] given names based on their real initials so that I, as Jaime Salazar, would become Juan Sanchez. Jasper Benson, a black American, was given the name James Bond.

The offer of anonymity has been central to the Legion. It has given men an opportunity to escape their pasts, and, under a different name, forge a new identity. In Western Europe and the United States, a prime motivating factor for signing up has been a love of adventure; in an increasingly safe world the Legion remains one of the ultimate tests of manhood. But economic and social problems have played their part as well. This was certainly the case for former British paratrooper Carl Jackson:

In some ways I joined the Foreign Legion to forget; as it gave me time not to think about the many problems I had left behind me. After 12 years’ service in the British Army I was back in my home town of Aberystwyth, back to the reality of electric, gas and water bills – something we never had to deal with in our protected Army environment. However, it was a very disappointing homecoming as I didn’t feel the ex-military were being well treated; I couldn’t find work and nobody wanted to know.

My first marriage had just broken up, which had not been very amicable, with Brett, my young three-and-a-half-year-old son, being right in the centre of an argument concerning right of access, which made life extremely stressful. I felt that if I didn’t sort my life out soon I was probably going to end up being the guest of Her Majesty’s Prison Service in Swansea, getting three square meals a day and sewing mail bags for a living. In the end I drew my own conclusion, which was to get away and start afresh.

Regarding the Legion as a whole, poverty and political repression have been the most persuasive recruiting sergeants, and not the betrayals in love that became so popular in Legion novels. During the nineteenth century – and well into the twentieth – pay was so poor that it was only the most desperate who volunteered for economic reasons: in order to put clothes on their backs and food in their mess tins. An old maxim ran: ‘La Légion c’est dur – mais gamelle c’est sur!’ [The Legion is hard – but food is for sure!]

Erwin Rosen, a German journalist who had travelled extensively in America, signed up for the Legion in 1905. At a recruiting office in Belfort he was pushed into a room to await his medical examination, and there was shocked at the desperate state of his fellow recruits:

The atmosphere of the close little room was unspeakable. It was foul with the smell of unwashed humanity, sweat, dirt and unwashed clothes. Long benches stood against the wall and men sat there, candidates for the Foreign Legion, waiting for the medical examination, waiting to know whether their bodies were still worth five centimes daily pay.

One of them sat there naked, shivering in the chill October air. It needed no doctor’s eye to see that he was half starved. His emaciated body told the whole story. Another folded his pants with almost touching care, although they had been patched so often that they were now tired of service and in a state of continuous strike. An enormous tear in an important part had ruined them hopelessly. These pants and that tear had probably settled the question of the wearer’s enlisting in the Foreign Legion.

A dozen men were there. Some of them were mere boys, with only a shadow of beard on their faces; youths with deep-set hungry eyes and deep lines around their mouths; men with hard, wrinkled features telling the old story of drink very plainly.

Adrian Liddell Hart – son of the military theorist and historian Sir Basil Liddell Hart – volunteered in 1951. He analysed why men joined the Legion. Having accepted that some would have enlisted out of economic necessity, he suggested two other reasons:

There are a number of men who join for strictly professional reasons. They are men who want to be professional soldiers and cannot soldier in their own countries or have decided that it is anyhow better to soldier in the Legion. For them the Legion has certain concrete advantages. There are plenty of opportunities for active service – and for action. Promotion in the non-commissioned ranks can be rapid, with corresponding benefits, and for some, at least, it is easier to become an officer in the Legion than it might be in their national forces.

In the second place there remain a proportion of men who have sought sanctuary in the most literal sense. A few of them, even today, are escaping from their police for civil offences. Many more are escaping from their governments for political reasons. In the modern world the Legion is not, perhaps, such a sure refuge in this sense as it used to be. But there is no doubt that it still makes the effort to protect this kind of individual, once he is accepted, against the ever-increasing power of the modern state. And whether he likes the Legion or not, it is surely better than sitting in a concentration camp or, in many instances, in an ordinary gaol.

Since the 1960s – and the Legion’s move from Algeria to France – improved pay and prospects have made the Legion attractive to a wider range of economic migrants, and following the collapse of the Iron Curtain in 1989 many of these have come from Eastern Europe. Another inducement has been the offer of French citizenship when the legionnaire’s contract has been successfully completed. In the twenty-first century, the ranks of the Legion are being joined by increasing numbers from South America, Asia and Africa seeking a better life in the West.

Something of the difference between Westerners and those from more economically deprived countries can be seen in a conversation between the university-educated Jaime Salazar and a former Polish law student called Sadlowski, who rebuked Salazar for his reason for joining:

I can’t understand what you wanted to join up for. You had a good life in America. It was totally different for me; the Legion’s my lifeline. Things back in Poland are desperate – there’s crime and corruption everywhere. The only people making money are the mafia. I liked my studies but how could I live on three hundred US dollars a month? If I make the cut, I’ll join the parachute regiment where I hear you can earn fifteen thousand francs a month and more on mission to Africa!

If economic deprivation provided a steady stream of recruits then war, revolution and other political upheavals produced the great surges of enlistment that became such a part of the Legion’s history.

White Russians entered the Legion in large numbers in the early 1920s, following their defeat by the Bolsheviks in the Russian Civil War. After both world wars, displaced Germans continued to volunteer for the Legion, despite their recent enmity with France. The Soviet invasion of Hungary in 1956 saw Hungarians leave their homeland for the Legion. Similarly, there were influxes of Czechs after the repression of the ‘Prague Spring’ in 1968, and Portuguese recruits after the 1974 overthrow of the Spinoza regime. In 1981 Colonel Robert Devouges, a veteran Legion officer, said of recent upheavals: ‘We reflect the troubles of the world. Laos, Cambodia, Bangladesh – you name the event, and we’ll have the men.’

These surges of manpower from specific nations inevitably modified the character of the Legion – before being absorbed into it with minimal trouble. A. R. Cooper, a legionnaire in 1914, was bemused by the strange national, social and political mix of the Legion when he rejoined in 1919:

I found that half my Legion comrades were Germans, the very people I had been trying to kill for four years in the bloodiest war of all time. I had to admit that the Germans were the better elements. The majority had belonged to the Spartacist group of Marxists, and others were monarchists who had enlisted to avoid serving the new [German] republic. The monarchists were mainly former Prussian officers. Most of the Spartacists, on the other hand, were schoolteachers, intellectuals and engineers.

Russians had been virtually unknown in the Legion before the war. They flocked to the service of France after the failure of the White Russian movement, many of them still wearing Cossack uniforms with cartridge belts across their chests. Here was a paradox: Spartacist revolutionaries and White Russians, opponents of Communism, working amicably together in a force that also included Prussian aristocrats.

Apart from its obvious multinational nature, the Legion was marked out by the social range of its recruits, even if the majority came from the lower rungs of society. While officers within the Legion numbered several princes, as well as the future King Peter of Serbia and Pierre Messmer, a French prime minister, the ranks of enlisted men included Giuseppe Bottai, a former education minister in Mussolini’s government, Shapour Bakhtiar, the Shah of Iran’s last prime minister, and Siegfried Freytag, a Luftwaffe ace (102 official victories) who joined the Legion after the Second World War, served in Indochina and died in the Legion’s retirement home in 2003. The Legion traditionally attracted writers and artists, among whom were the German painter Hans Hartung, the American po...

Table of contents

• Title Page
• Copyright Page
• ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
• Table of Contents
• PART I - THE MAKING OF A LEGIONNAIRE
• PART II - LIFE IN THE LEGION
• PART III - THE LEGION AT WAR
• POSTSCRIPT
• APPENDIX
• SOURCE NOTES
• SELECT BIBLIOGRAPHY
• INDEX