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DEDICATION
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1: MEET EUGENE JACQUES BULLARD - NEW YORK CITY/HARLEM, 1961
CHAPTER 2: THE BEGINNING
CHAPTER 3: THE INCIDENT…THE HOUSE…THE JOURNEY BEGINS
CHAPTER 4: THE JOURNEY CONTINUES - THE GYPSY CAMP
CHAPTER 5: ON THE ROAD
CHAPTER 6: ABERDEEN AND GLASGOW
CHAPTER 7: LIVERPOOL – BOXING
CHAPTER 8: MY FIRST FIGHT IN LIVERPOOL
CHAPTER 9: THE DIXIE KID - FAREWELL LIVERPOOL, HELLO LONDON
CHAPTER 10: PAREE - COME WITH ME
CHAPTER 11: THE PARIS FIGHT - AN INTERLUDE
CHAPTER 12: RETURN TO PARIS -THE CAFÉ AND LOUIE
CHAPTER 13: ENLISTING IN THE LEGION
CHAPTER 14: I AM A LEGIONNAIRE
CHAPTER 15: TRAINING AND GEORGE
CHAPTER 16: THE DAY OF THE GUN
CHAPTER 17: MEET MR. HOTCHKISS
CHAPTER 18: MY INTRODUCTION TO WAR - THE TRENCH
CHAPTER 19: THE SOMME 1914-1915 - THE CHRISTMAS TRUCE
CHAPTER 20: THE STALEMATE
CHAPTER 21: THE CHARGE AT ARTOIS RIDGE
CHAPTER 22: THE LABYRINTH AND NEW RECRUITS
CHAPTER 23: VERDUN - ANGEL OF DEATH LIVES HERE
CHAPTER 24: ALL BLOOD IS RED, MINE TOO…
CHAPTER 25: THIS BLACKBIRD WILL DANCE AND FLY
CHAPTER 26: FLYING
CHAPTER 27: I WILL BE A FIGHTER PILOT
CHAPTER 28: THE LAFAYETTE ESCADRILLE
CHAPTER 29: WIN ONE, LOSE ONE
CHAPTER 30: UP, DOWN AND OUT?
CHAPTER 31: THE ROARING TWENTIES IN PARIS
CHAPTER 32: PARIS IS MINE
CHAPTER 33: LE BONHEUR (HAPPINESS) - AND HELL
CHAPTER 34: PARIS UPS AND DOWNS
CHAPTER 35: CALL ME “MISTER SPY”
CHAPTER 36: THE GESTAPO IS COMING - NO, IT IS HERE
CHAPTER 37: KILL BULLARD!
CHAPTER 38: DEJA VU
CHAPTER 39: “WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE - AU REVOIR FRANCE
CHAPTER 40: THE MAN COMES HOME
CHAPTER 41: THE MORE THINGS CHANGE, THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME
CHAPTER 42: FREEDOM FOR WHO?
CHAPTER 43: RECALLED TO PARIS
CHAPTER 44: GOING UP - A TV STAR?
CHAPTER 45: THE LEGION OF HONOR
CHAPTER 46: BEYOND MY WILDEST DREAMS
CHAPTER 47: AU REVOIR GENE
POSTHUMOUS HONORS
THE LEGIONNAIRE'S CODE OF HONOR
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS AND REFERENCES
APPENDIX - PHOTOS
To Shirley –
With you, anything is possible
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With God. My mother died during the night. I rushed to my parents’ room and threw myself across her body. Oh, how I cried. The heartache penetrated my entire body. Pain so bad I couldn’t breathe. It hurt so. I wailed, screamed, pleaded and begged, “God, please give her back. We need her, we love her, I promise I’ll be good.” As I lay there, a shadow crossed the bed. I looked up at a figure of a man with the same dark eyes and skin as hers. He stood, his strong hands on my small shoulder, chanting and muttering words and sounds I had never heard, strange yet soothing sounds. When he finished, he lifted me up, hugged me to his breast and said, “She is at peace. Be strong, for you now carry her spirit.” He put me down saying
“You will not see me again; walk tall, my grandson.”
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