The Legion had been deployed to Mexico in support of the ill-fated
Emperor Maximilian. Capitaine Jean
Danjou led a small contingent of Legionnaires to protect a wagon train. Danjou was a renowned warrior who had already
lost a hand in fighting in Algiers, and wore a wooden replacement.
At
Cameron Capitaine Danjou and his small unit of 49 officers and men turned the
small hovel into tiny fortress. Facing
them was 800 cavalry and 1200 infantry.
The fighting was bitter, driving the Legionnaires to thin cover behind a
stone wall in a small building. The
leader of the enemy Juarist forces, Colonel Milan, sent out a man under a flag
of truce and offered Danjou and his men a chance to surrender. The Legionnaires refused, despite the fact
that they were trapped with little water and hopelessly outnumbered.
The
Juarists sent wave after wave of troops at the men of the Legion, and each was
beaten back. When Danjou was killed,
Lieutenant Vilian took command. He
called out the survivors, "Mes enfants! I command you now. We may
die, but never will surrender."
After four more hours of hot bitter fighting, Vilian also fell.
When
the Juarists sent another surrender request, only a dozen Legionnaires remained
alive. Maudet, now the commander,
repulsed more waves of the enemy. After
another hour, only five men remained.
The survivors were down to one bullet each. "At my command, fire. Then follow me
through the breach. We'll end this with our bayonets."
Maudet
did the unthinkable…he charged. The men
of the Legion were eventually surrounded and clubbed to death. It was the stuff
of legends, where blood, sweat, and determination form myths of such
daring.
Now,
on the 30th of April, the Legion celebrates Cameron Day, parading
their most sacred relic, the wooden hand of Danjou at the head of their
celebration parade. I’m posting this on the 29th – the day of the
actual fighting, to commemorate those brave men who made the legend of the
Foreign Legion a reality.
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