In Praise of Cowards
by
Bill Bonner
by Bill Bonner
"Rien ne
saurait interrompre les actions généreusement bienfaisantes
de la France en Indochine." (Nothing
can stop the generous good works of France in Indochina [Vietnam].)
~ Indo-China Governor-General Pierre Pasquier, 1930
A
joke made its way around the Internet following the train bombings
in Madrid:
"In
response to the terrorism events in Madrid, the French government
announced a change in its alert status...from 'run' to 'hide.' If
the threat worsens, the French may be forced to increase their level
of security, declaring a move to 'surrender' or 'collaboration'
status as events develop."
One
of the many conceits Americans permit themselves is that they bravely
face up to the world's terrorist menace, while others most
notably, the French cower in fear.
Elsewhere,
in the International Herald Tribune, comes a letter to the editor
in which the writer takes issue with an apparently widespread report
that John Kerry is worried about looking "too French" and that this
is a sign of "weakness" in the eyes of the lumpen voters.
We
stop still in our tracks. We hold our breath. There must be a price
to be paid for such arrogant dumbo-ism. But Americans are ready
to believe anything if it flatters them.
Anyone
who has ever cracked open a history book couldn't help but know
that French history is drenched in blood. When it came to butchering
each other, what the Gaullic tribes didn't know about it probably
wasn't worth knowing. And then, there were the wars with the Romans...and
with the English...and religious wars...and wars with between princes...between
kingdoms...wars for no reason. Weakness? Cowardice? A group of Norman
French fighters no bigger than a small-town police force invaded
and captured all of England. Bonaparte took on all of Europe...and
almost beat them all.
General
Marbot records an incident in the campaign against Russia in which
a group of French soldiers is cut off from the main force, but visible
from the Emperor's commandpost. Realizing that they could not expect
reinforcements, the brigade sent a message to Bonaparte 'We,
who are about to die, salute you.' Then, they fought to the last
man.
Later
this month comes the anniversary of the Battle of Camerone. Napoleon's
nephew sent troops to Mexico in the 1860s. In the action surrounding
the siege of Puebla, a group of 60 French foreign legionnaires was
cut off and confronted by an army of 2,000 Mexicans. The Mexican
commander asked for a surrender. Instead, the French vowed to fight
to the last man. Trapped in an inn, the soldiers had nothing to
eat or drink. Then, the Mexicans set the place on fire.
"In
spite of the heat and smoke," explains a report on the Internet,
"the legionnaires resisted, but many of them were killed or injured.
By 5 pm on April 30, 1863, only 12 men could still fight with 2nd
Lieutenant Maudet. At this time, the Mexican colonel gathered his
soldiers and told them what a disgrace it would be if they were
unable to defeat such a small number of men. The Mexicans were about
to give the general assault through the holes opened in the walls
of the courtyard...[they] once again asked Lieutenant Maudet to
surrender. Once again, Maudet scornfully refused.
"The
final charge was given. Soon, only 5 men were left around Maudet;
Corporal Maine, legionnaires Catteau, Wensel, Constantin, and Leonard.
Each had only one bullet left. In a corner of the courtyard, their
backs against the wall, still facing the enemy, they fixed bayonets.
When the signal was given, they opened fired and fought with their
bayonets. Luitenant Maudet and 2 legionnaires fell, mortally wounded.
Maine, along with his 2 remaining companions, were about to be slaughtered
when a Mexican officer saved them. He shouted: 'Surrender!'
"'We
will, only if you promise to allow us to carry and care for our
injured men and if you leave us our guns.'
"'Nothing
can be refused to men like you,' answered the officer."
And
this spring also marks the 50th anniversary of the Battle of Dien
Bien Phu. Writer Graham Greene visited the French just before the
shooting started. He found them well supplied with 48,000
bottles of wine. But after the Vietnamese terrorists captured the
airstrips, the French were cut off and doomed. Still, they held
out hoping a diplomatic solution could be found. It did not
come.
After
a 56-day siege, French general de Castries radioed his superior
in Hanoi: "I'm blowing up the installations. The ammunition dumps
are already exploding. Au revoir."
"Well
then," came the reply, "au revoir, mon vieux."
After
the fall of Indo-China, the French renounced their "civilizing mission"
foreign policy. Now, it is America that tromps over the planet,
claiming to make the world a better place.
But
when it comes to blockheaded bellicosity and desperate courage,
Americans have nothing to teach the French.
In
comparison to Napoleon's grand campaigns, America's early wars were
piddling, tawdry affairs. Its wars against the Mexicans and Spaniards,
for example, were more sordid than glorious. Even its Revolutionary
War was merely a minor engagement in comparison to the Napoleonic
wars, and only won because the French intervened at a crucial moment
to pull Americans' chestnuts out of the fire. Here, we quote Charles
W. Eliot's history, in which he describes how the patriots had fallen
"into a condition of despondency from which nothing but the steadfastness
of Washington and the Continental army and the aid from France saved
them."
In
WWI, the French battered themselves against the Germans for two
years and suffered more casualties than America had in all
its wars put together before Pershing ever set foot in France.
Again, in WWII, Americans waited until the combatants had been softened
up...before entering the war with an extraordinary advantage in
fresh soldiers and almost unlimited supplies.
Americans
have no history. Probably just as well. The French, on the other
hand, have too much. Practically every street in Paris reminds them
of a slaughter somewhere. Upon the Arc de Triomphe, Les Invalides,
and dozens of other piles of stone, the names of towns in Germany,
Spain, Italy, Poland, Russia...or North Africa...are inscribed.
Each one marks the deaths of thousands of French soldiers
gone early to their graves for who-remembers-what important national
purpose. Every town in France, even the most remote and forlorn
little burg, has at its center a pillar of granite or marble
with the names of the men whose bodies were torn to bit by flying
lead or corroded by some battlefield disease. A whole race of orphans
grew up after WWI...and special seats on the subway were designated
for those "mutilated in war" including thousands of "sans gueules"
men who had had their jaws blown away and yet survived, too
horrible to look upon.
The
French have had enough of war at least for now. Let them
enjoy a well-earned cowardice. We will get our chance.
April
10, 2004
Bill
Bonner [send
him mail] is the author, with Addison Wiggin, of Financial
Reckoning Day: Surviving the Soft Depression of The 21st
Century.
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