The General’s headquarters at the base of Pompey’s Pillar hummed with activity as the General awaited the arrival of the commandant of the city, Mohammed el-Koraim, as well as the sheiks, who would formally surrender. They arrived at noon.   I watched from a nearby vantage point where my platoon was stationed to guard the entrance to the city. The entire affair was for the most part, formal, as the General accepted el-Koraim’s surrender. However, once concluded, I witnessed a French soldier[image error]