Tomorrow to Be Brave: A Memoir of the Only Woman Ever to Serve in the French Foreign Legion
304Tomorrow to Be Brave: A Memoir of the Only Woman Ever to Serve in the French Foreign Legion
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The only woman ever to serve officially in the French Foreign Legion, there was the indomitable Englishwoman, speeding across the minefields of 'no man's land' directly towards Rommel's deadly Panzer tanks, her foot hard on the accelerator, doing her job: driving the general's car. That it was leading two thousand men in one of the great military exploits of the Second World War, the legendary mass break-out from Bir Hakeim, that it would see her hailed as the heroine of the night and eventually earn her both the Military Medal and the Légion d'Honneur, was not on her mind as the night exploded around her and German artillery lit up the desert sky. Her only thought was this: she was trying to save the life of the man she loved.
Tomorrow to be Brave is the story of Susan Travers's extraordinary life, from her privileged childhood in England through her rebellious youth partying her way across interwar Europe, to her rash decision to join the Free French forces at the outbreak of World War II. In search of adventure and a break from her stifling upper-class world she could never have dreamed the pivotal role she would play. From her part in the North African campaign through her time after the war serving in the French Foreign Legion as a regular officer the only woman ever to have achieved this there was enough adventure and passion, heartbreak and heroism, to fill a hundred lifetimes. This, in her own words, is her story. It is a tale of exceptional courage against overwhelming odds and of an epic love affair played out against the backdrop of war as she risked everything for the country and the man she loved.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9780743200028 |
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Publisher: | Gallery Books |
Publication date: | 06/26/2007 |
Pages: | 304 |
Product dimensions: | 5.90(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.80(d) |
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Prologue
I sit alone in an armchair in my little apartment in Paris, staring out of the window. My beloved cat Pinky is on my lap. I told her that one day they would come, those who wanted to hear my secrets.
Others had been before, but I hadn't been ready and I turned them away or told them only scant details. They all had to be dead, you see - especially dear Nicholas. His death in 1995 gave me the freedom to speak, to unlock the memories of that remarkable time; memories that have never been erased, although I had destroyed my diaries to keep them from him. The thin leather-bound volumes contained handwritten accounts of events which might have hurt him, recollections too private to share of a time before, when my life - all our lives - had been so very different. I burned them to protect him, as he had always protected me. It was only after his body had been committed to the soil of his beloved France that I could begin to think of them again.
The fuss really began after I was widowed, thank goodness. First came the medal, which was offered out of the blue. In truth, I think they were a little surprised to find me still alive. During that simple ceremony, watched by my family and the few remaining veterans they could muster, I stepped up rather shakily with my walking stick to receive my award. General Hugo Geoffrey leaned forward, kissed me on both cheeks and pinned the Légion d'honneur so coveted by those of us who'd served to the lapel of my brown tweed suit. He was watched by another familiar face, now that of a five-star general, Jean Simon.
Peering into my heavily lined face with his one good eye, trying to remember the fresh-faced 'La Miss' he'd first met all those years before, Simon smiled politely at the peculiar old Englishwoman before him. I allowed myself a shrug of pride, nodding my acceptance of the accolade, albeit nearly sixty years late. I would add it to my other medals, eleven in all, including the most treasured the Croix de Guerre with star with which I was decorated in front of the entire brigade in Cairo, and the Médaille Militaire, presented to me on that heart-wrenching day in Paris.
Holding this latest award in my fingers, I studied the ornate green-and-white silk ribbon and thought of poor Nicholas, who had longed for it so badly but never received it. I thought, too, of my father, the indomitable Captain Francis Travers, awarded his medal after the First World War. He and I were probably the only father and daughter in the history of France to have both received the Légion d'honneur, and yet we were both English.
At the small reception held for me afterwards in the dining room of the sheltered home where I live, my fellow legionnaires men I hadn't seen for several decades shuffled shyly over to where I sat with my family, to offer their congratulations. There had never been a better time for teary-eyed reminiscences and yet none was forthcoming. There were few words to express what we felt. Watched by my curious fellow inmates the old French ladies with whom I slowly decay we must have made a strange spectacle. Stooped with arthritis and the pain of memory, each one of us still burned with the pride of having belonged to the 13th Demi-Brigade, Légion Etrangère.
We had all been there together, in Bir Hakeim. These men knew what it had been like, half-starved and parched and yet determined not to surrender. They knew of the role I had played, and why.
It was only when everyone had gone and I was left alone with my medals, that the others came - those who wanted to know. They are here now, asking me to tell them my story, tell them what it was really like. Their faces are young and fresh and untainted by death and war. They are dipping into my well of memories, before it dries...
Copyright © 2000 by Ted Demers and Rick Filon
Table of Contents
Prologue | 1 | |
1 | A Well of Memories | 3 |
2 | Lonely are the Brave | 7 |
3 | Dreams of Freedom | 16 |
4 | The Wicked Lady | 23 |
5 | Lady in Waiting | 36 |
6 | African Dream | 48 |
7 | Among Strangers | 61 |
8 | The Finger of Fate | 82 |
9 | Days of Wine and Roses | 99 |
10 | Into the Cauldron | 128 |
11 | A Pyrrhic Victory | 152 |
12 | The Breakout | 172 |
13 | The Blood of Our Hearts | 193 |
14 | The Smell of Victory | 224 |
15 | A Page Turned | 250 |
16 | Drawing to a Close | 272 |
Acknowledgments | 277 | |
Bibliography | 279 | |
Index | 283 |