Angry and distressed I joined the br French Foreign Legion, fell into step, br marched into the desert to the tune br of ‘En Chantant’ under a killer sun br in a bright blue sky br br The World rang to rhythm-locked br feet obliterating thought and feeling, br emptying minds; lips stiff in grim br determination, heads bent swaying br to the disciplined beat br br All emotion drained, sweat pouring br down faces, the fêted battalion of br Legionnaires defeating the desert, br turning up the volume with each br stamped out repetition of song br br en chantant - en poursuivant br nos idées noirs…br br Margaret Alicebr br