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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.
"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 the 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.
Regards, Bill Bonner
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