It doesn’t take long listening to the statist’s cries of “inevitability” for my martial spirit to flag. We’ve been at this fight for a long time. They stole our summer, the last few weeks that should have belonged to our families were instead spent at Townhall Meetings, trying to convince our aristocracy that the Constitution is preferable to The Communist Manifesto. They ruined Christmas, replacing what should have been a joyous thankful time spent with families and watching children quiver with curiosity about the brightly wrapped gifts under the tree with a stressful feeling of impending doom as the Senate ignored our calls, emails and faxes. Instead voting for the largest entitlement program in history. Now, three months later we are still in the trenches, still manning the parapets as the House ponders their individual futures, another term or what Nancy and Obama have cleverly hidden behind curtain number two? A cushy judicial position for a favored relative or the Constitution? A successful reelection campaign or a ride in Air Force One? Stand firm for the rights of the unborn to life or sentence them to death for a nice lobbyist job and a fat paycheck?

We’ve been besieged since July and we fought many a battle in the months before that. The days ahead look no better. Defeating Obamacare may end the siege but it won’t win the war, we’ll take a day or two, blow off a little of the pressure and then its right back to the front for you.

You know in your heart of hearts where we are in this fight. Keep fighting or go to Nancy and Obama’s Sovetskoye khozyaystvo. Or, as the French Foreign Legion says…

March or Die.

How is this useful? Let’s say a group of the Congressional Black Socialist Caucus walked past a large gathering of Tea Partiers outside the Capitol Building. Later while denigrating this gathering of American Citizens, they would obviously accuse them of being Raaaaacist! Rather than running about searching for video and demanding proof, you walk up on them, tower over them a bit, keep advancing till they give ground. Just an inch is enough to show they are frightened and listening. Then you say…

“One of my men became restless.” Then simply walk away, slowly, singing Le Boudin.

How’s your martial spirit now?

Le Boudin is the “marche de la Légion étrangère”. There’s no harm in emulating the French Foreign Legion, they’ve earned it. Besides, they’re not French. They know what it is to be in a tough fight and have no one to come and save them.

In 1863, the Legion fought the legendary Battle of Camarón during the French Intervention in Mexico. Early on the morning of April 30th, 62 Legionnaires, commanded by Captain Jean Danjou, were ambushed by 2000 of Juarez’s soldiers. They sought cover in an abandoned hacienda and fought. After each repulsed charge, the Mexican Commander, Colonel Milan, would ride up and demand their surrender. They were hopelessly outnumbered. Each time they refused. By noon Captain Danjou lay dead. Lieutenant Vilian assumed command. His first act was to issue an order, “Mes enfants! I command you now. We may die, but never will surrender.” Four hours later he lay dead as well. Steven Wilson describes the rest at military.com:

It was Maudet’s turn to command, and he again refused Milan’s demand to surrender. After another attack Milan approached the Legionnaires under a flag of truce and the scene that greeted him was nearly indescribable. Dead and wounded Legionnaires were sprawled throughout the interior of the outbuildings and the putrid odor of death filled the air. Thousands of flies buzzed frantically, gorging themselves on the dead flesh of the bloated, stiffening bodies. The wounded cried out for water in pitiful, hoarse whispers, but there was none to give them. Facing Milan, barely able to stand, was Maudet and 12 Legionnaires. No surrender, Maudet said, and Milan returned to his position. Within the hour Milan ordered another attack, but this like the others, was driven off. It had taken its toll on the Legionnaires, however; now all that remained was Maudet and five enlisted men. They had gone through the pouches of their fallen comrades, desperately looking for ammunition. They had only one round apiece; but they had their bayonets. “Load,” Maudet ordered. “At my command, fire. Then follow me through the breach. We’ll end this with our bayonets.” They formed a wedge, with Maudet at the apex, fired a volley, and charged into the mass of Juarists. The enraged enemy, caught up in the frenzy of battle, surrounded the tiny group and literally clubbed them to the earth.

Colonel Milan fought his way to the scene of the one-sided battle and saved his men from tearing the Legionnaires to pieces. Just two of the six survived. The Juarists lost approximately 300 killed and 300 wounded.

Captain Danjou lost a hand earlier in his military career, he had a wooden replacement. After the war his hand was returned to the Legion by the Austrian Officer who recovered it. That hand is paraded annually on April 30th. Camarón Day.

Our parade isn’t until November 2012, till then you’re needed on the front. That reminds me of something the US Army says. “Suck it up and drive on!”

The words to Le Boudin are available here.

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