The Cordova daily times., 1918-10-07

4 transport from France landed last week at an American port. A crowd of men and women, assembled to greet relatives and friends from abroad. and others attracted by the presence of military band. gaZed with curios- ity when a file of khaki-clad warriors, in mustard -coIored trench helmets, filed down the gangplank.
 They were not Americans, not Eng fish. not Italian, nor Belgian, that was plain. Their coats were cut long enough to reach their knees Their legs were swathed in puttecs. and , each man wore on his left shoulder red cord swinging under the armpit. They had canteens with blue canvas coverings. and all their accoutrement suggested foreign lands.
 Then the Tricolor of France was unfurled before them. q rugged Tri- color, bearing bits of ribbon and metal decorations. toys that nations bestow only in recognition of the highest courage"
 Why, of course they are French '' a woman exclaimed.
 "Fr"nch they are French"
 Th" word passed through the gath rring. Men removed their hats and chccrrd There was hand clapping. The band that had played The Star Spanglcd Banner" ;t~uCk into La Marscillaisc," and at word of com mand bayoncts flashed to position and rifles were raised in salute. An. but these were fighting men, One could sc" that at q glance scar red faces lined deeply; bristling mus tarhcs and boards; fearless eyes that glowcd in tn" shadow of the basin-ike helmets.
 Sure. they're French" shrilled a juvenile onlooker who had climbed to a point of vantage at the rear of the crowd. It's more of them Pollys that are helping Poishing lick the Goi- mans,'
 One of the "Frenchmen" was talk ing to civilian. He spoke with a broguc that was unmistakable
 Any previous military eXperienc"?' he echoed Well only such as you'd get by growing up in an Irish village, but isn't that plenty, now" He was Sergeant Michael McWhite.
 Another was a Belgian; still an other spoke with an accent unmistak- ably English And progress of the company of 1OS was held up two hours because immigration authorities dis covered that several men were of Ger man and Austrian birth,
 And yet the crowd was right Ger mans. Austrians. Irish, English Egyp- ton. Moroccan. these men were all French at heart and soul, French by every proof of deed a man can give.
 They were of the Foreign Legion. subject of song and story and legend for generations; the Foreign Legion that fought in Africa in Tonkin. in Dahomey. in the Sudan Madagascar. and Crimea; tn" Legion that gave it's blood for Italian freedom in 1859; the Legion that won the hatred of Ger many in 1870, a legion served so de- votedly in this war by those splendid young Americans. Alan Sceger. poet; <; Kenneth Weeks. Kiftin Rockwell Rus n |. rJ, others
 These were the legionaires of whom it was said: "The folds of their flag are not broad enough to hold their claims to glory"
 | For the first time members of the | Foreign Legion. the lodestar of every come to America. They are here to aid the campaign for the Fourth Lib erty Loan campaign.
 Lieutenant Alexis Heritier express es the spirit of the Legion. He is still 1 in it's service. though a higher rank in another unit has been offered to him He is Lcgionary, though he | has been wounded in the foot, in the arm. and finally laid low by bullet close to the heart. He is n Chevalier of the Legion of Honor and wears two palms on his CroiX de Guerre His | Moroccan medal bears two bars, and beside it is the decoration of an of fcer of the NiCham Alacuite The Sul- tan of Morocco bestowed another med al, which makes him Chevalier of the Order of Hafidien.
 But l would not leave the Legion. " he said Most of us are men with,