In the Foreign Legion

A man recognized that life was no longer worth living. A dull feeling of hopelessness came over him. Arid in his hour of despair he remembered the blood of adventure in his veins. A wild life he would have: he would forget. He enlisted as a soldier in the French Foreign Legion.

That man was I.

I had burned my boats behind me. Not a soul knew where I was. Those who loved me should think that I was dead. I lived the hard life of a legionnaire; I had no hopes, no aspirations, no thought for th...