22nd & 23rd July, 2004

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bruce Bellingham

A Thought for Today

Rest assured that you will never rest assured. Not in this world.

 

BELLINGHAM’S A LIFE WELL - LIVED

This from our friends at the London Telegraph.

Susan Travers 1909-2003

Susan Travers, who has died in Paris aged 94, was the only woman to have joined the French Foreign Legion; English by birth, she came to regard the Legion as her true family and played a key part in the breakout by its troops from Rommel's siege of the desert fortress of Bir Hakeim in 1942.

When war came in 1939, Susan Travers was living in the South of France, where she had grown up, and she joined the Croix Rouge, the French Red Cross. Hitherto she had led the rather inconsequential life of a socialite, but the challenges that now faced her gave her a purpose for the first time. Although her dislike of blood and illness made her a less than ideal nurse, she soon realized her ambition to become an ambulance driver, and in 1940 accompanied the French expeditionary force sent to help the Finns in the Winter War against the Russians.

France fell to the Nazis while she was in Scandinavia, and so she made her way to London, where she volunteered as a nurse with General de Gaulle's Free French forces. She was attached to the 13th Demi-Brigade of the Legion Etrangere (about half the Legion had stayed loyal, the others throwing in their lot with Vichy) and sailed for West Africa, where she witnessed the abortive attack on Dakar.

She was then posted to Eritrea and took on the hazardous job of driving for senior officers. The desert roads were often mined and subject to enemy attack, and she survived a number of crashes, as well as being wounded by shellfire.

Her dash and pluck quickly endeared her to the legionnaires, who nicknamed her "La Miss". For her part, she admired the Legion's code of "honneur et fidelite", and formed good friendships with many of her comrades, among them Pierre Mesmer, later Prime Minister of France.

She also enjoyed several romantic liaisons, notably with a tall White Russian prince, Colonel Dimitri Amilakvari, but none of these proved lasting. Then, in June 1941, her world was transformed. The cause was Colonel Marie-Pierre Koenig, her commanding officer, whose new driver she became.

Although he was married, they quickly fell for each other - he wooing her with roses when she was in hospital with jaundice - and although it was impossible to show affection for one another in public, they enjoyed a happy few months together while posted to Beirut.

This idyll was ended when their unit was attached to the 8th Army and, in the spring of 1942, sent to hold the bleak fort of Bir Hakeim, at the southern tip of the Allies' defensive line in the Western Desert. At the start of May, Italian and German forces attacked in strength, Rommel having told his men that it would take them 15 minutes to crush any opposition; the 8th Army hoped the fort would last a week. Instead, under Koenig's command, the 1,000 legionnaires and 1,500 other Allied troops held out for 15 days, and Bir Hakeim became for all Frenchmen who resisted the Nazis a symbol of hope and defiance.

With all ammunition and - in temperatures of 51 C - all water exhausted, Koenig resolved to lead a breakout at night through the minefields and three concentric cordons of German panzers that encircled Bir Hakeim. Susan Travers was to drive both him and Amilakvari.

The attempt was swiftly discovered, however, when a mine exploded, and with tracer lighting up the night sky and tank shells hurtling towards her, Susan Travers took the lead. Determined to get both her passengers to safety, she pressed the accelerator of her Ford to the floor and burst through the German lines, blazing a trail for the other Allied vehicles to follow. Although her car was struck by a score of bullets, and on one occasion she drove into a laager of parked panzers, she reached the British lines.

Of the 3,700 Allied troops who had been at Bir Hakeim, more than 2,400 escaped with her, including 650 legionnaires and Koenig became the hero of France. Susan Travers was awarded the Croix de Guerre and the Ordre du Corps d'Arme for her feat.

With Koenig's career in the ascendant, he ended his affair with Susan Travers soon afterwards, much to her grief. Nevertheless, she remained with the Legion through the fighting in Italy and France until the end of the war, acting as both a driver and a nurse to the wounded and the dying. By May 1945 "I had become the person I'd always wanted to be" and, not wanting any other life, applied to join the Legion officially.

She took care to omit her sex from the form, and her application was accepted. She was appointed an officer in the logistics division, and so became the only woman ever to serve with the Legion.

Susan Travers was born in London on September 23 1909. Her father, a naval officer, had married her mother for her money and the union was not an especially happy one. Susan's childhood was comfortable but over-strict, and she had her most enjoyable times away from her parents with her grandmother in Devon.

She was sent to school at St Mary's, Wantage - an experience which she did not remember fondly - but during the First World War her father had been put in charge of marine transport at Marseilles (where his own father had once been British Consul), and in 1921 he decided to move the family to Cannes.

The Riviera was starting to become fashionable, and Susan quickly took to the way of life there. Inspired by the deeds of a neighbour, Suzanne Lenglen, she also became a fine tennis player.

Being a girl, she had been more or less ignored by her father and her only brother, and by her late teens had developed a craving for male company: "Most of all," she wrote later, "I wanted to be wicked." Sent to a finishing school in Florence, she succumbed at 17 for the first time to the blandishments of a man, a hotel manager named Hannibal.

By her own admission, she spent the next decade in a rather vapid, if enjoyable, round of skiing and tennis parties all over Europe, thinking nothing of travelling to Budapest or Belgrade for a week's entertainment.

With her gamine figure, striking features and blue eyes, she was a constant and willing object of male attention, heedless of her father's reproach that she was "une fille facile". It was a careless approach to life brought to an abrupt halt by the onset of conflict in 1939.

After the war she served for a time in Indo-China, but resigned her commission in 1947 to bring up her children from her marriage that year to a Legion NCO, Nicholas Schlegelmilch. He contracted an illness in the tropics in 1949 and, after spending 18 months in hospital, was never the same person as before. Nevertheless, they remained together; after his death in 1995 she continued to live in France.

In 1956, Susan Travers was awarded the Medaille Militaire in recognition of her bravery at Bir Hakeim. The medal was pinned on her by Koenig, by then Minister of Defence.

Forty years later, in 1996, she was given the Legion's highest award, the Legion d'Honneur, in recognition of her unique part in the force's history.

She published a memoir, Tomorrow To Be Brave, in 2000.

Susan Travers died on December 18, 2003. She is survived by two sons.

© Copyright of Telegraph Group Limited 2003. All Rights Reserved.

Obviously no one had to suggest to Susan Travers, “Get a Life.”

Bruce Bellingham, San Francisco. bellsf@mac.com

For more Bellingham log on to “Bellingham by the Bay” at
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OUCH: ALMOST THE LAST WORD

This time it’s supplied by Dave Gross.

According to the Daily News, there was a biographic picture in the works for Ray Charles life and Ray asked Ruth Brown who she thought should play her in the movie. Ruth said Halle Berry, to which Ray Charles replied, "Ruth, I ain't that blind."

The wonderful Margaret Whiting turns eighty years young today. Her throaty, emotional voice is as lovely as ever. And, speaking of voices, Licia Albanese, who attended last year’s Carnegie Hall Birthday concerts is 85 today. Happy, Happy Birthday ladies.

I’ll be back over the weekend with more poems from Folio and, courtesy of Eric, our music guru, the download of the song “Up.” Sleep warm.

RM 7/21/2004 5:33PM PDST

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notable birthdays

Thursday 22 July

Licia Albanese o Orson Bean o Stephen Vincent Benet o Albert Brooks o Alexander Calder o Peter Carruthers o George Clinton o William Dafoe o Bob Dole o Rob Estes o Louise Fletcher o Bryan Forbes o Danny Glover o Don Henley o Chuck Jackson o Rose Kennedy o Emma Lazarus o John Leguizamo o Alan Menken o Karl Menninger o Alan Moorehead o Oscar de la Renta o Bobby Sherman o David Spade o Terence Stamp o Alex Trebek o Amy Vanderbilt o Margaret Whiting

Friday 23 July

Rose Adkins o Coral Browne o Raymond Chandler o Bert Convy o Gloria DeHavan o Don Drysdale o David Essex o Nomar Garciapara o Woody Harrelson o Don Imus o Emil Jannings o Monica Lewinsky o Sharon McElroy o Karl Menninger o Pee Wee Reese o Vincent Sardi, Jr. o Halle Seassie o Slash o Arthur Treacher o Marlon Wayans o Michael Wilding

Rod's random thoughts Don’t hurry love. The end comes soon enough.

When being judged, never ask, "compared to what?" You might receive an answer.

I wish that I was plain enough to show you I'm but me, or as fancy as I feel you think I should be.

VISITOR

Bury the dream.
Buy time by selling off
        your yesterdays.
Never reread letters,
retrace places visited
or once lived in together.
Do not open up a wound
you closed at great expense
or talk about ‘the old times’
even with well meaning friends.

Forget. It takes a while.
Not lifetimes if you avoid temptations
to wind the clock backward -
               but a while.
Be greedy for the day now coming
be anxious for tomorrow’s arms.
Something waits ahead,
               if only death.
But don’t look back.

Then she calls and says
I’m coming for a visit.
        Just like that.
No warning note
containing explanations of the last time.
Nothing. Then she’s back. She’s here.

From Folio No. 35, Spring 1982

 
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