An interesting, straight-forward account of one Australian's experience in the Légion étrangère. He served in France and Djibouti during the late 1980s and early 1990s, a time portrayed in other autobiographies of former légionnaires as one of the low-periods in the modern history of the Legion, characterized by indifferent officers, screaming, hysterical corporals, pointlessly brutal physical discipline, poor training, low morale, drunkenness, licentiousness, STDs, desertions and the only real war they fought was man against man, a life poor, nasty and brutish (Hobbes). Not a life of quiet desperation, but of violent desperation, young men desperate for some kind of validation never granted.
When asked by an officer, at the end of his 5-year contract, if he had enjoyed his time in the Légion étrangère, Mr. Mason simply answers, "Non!", having found himself, by his own choice, in a situation where he had to fight various temptations, including desertion, without ever really having been given the chance to prove himself as a soldier. Instead of fighting for France, he had to fight to hold on to his humanity. He might have lost a few battles, but in the end he won the war. That is the only war left for any of us to fight in this day and age, both men and women, but especially young men.