Written By "Desert Fox"

I marched so proud-
a Legionaire
my comrades by my side
We fought our battles brave and well
whilst blood flowed like some raging tide

Then with the battle fought and won
we'd turn our backs to leave
the famillies of our valiant foe
to crumple down and grieve.

And i cannot begin to think
within my tortured mind,
'bout happy times-
when last I laughed
for all i seem to find;

Are moments when i'm carried back
In'to some battle-field,
where I have witnessed pain and death
and many fates were sealed.

I too,- have been a victim
aggressor- sometimes to,
but don't dare tell me what pain is
when you've no incline what i've been through;

I've oft-times thought why did I do-
those things which I was taught,
but' when you are a Legionnaire
your a family that can't be bought.

Some nights- I wake up sweating
when their ghosts come back to me,
I've oft-times cried myself to sleep
when the dead won't let me be;

And I still see their faces
as they beg me to be saved,
but when you are a Legionnaire
your valiant foe cannot be saved.

And what of life and living now?
It's all so dull- mundane,
when all i wish is to return
to the Legion E'tranger again;

And face some fearsome fighting foe
where i may chance to die,
a Stalwart-Warrior- a French Legionnaire
who longs no more-to cry......