He has led an extraordinary life. A great book a truly incredible story
Gerry Ryan, 2FM
It is a fascinating story and takes you to many parts of the world from Bosnia to Iraq
Matt Cooper, Today FM
An incredible life spent in some of the worlds most dangerous places a great read
Ireland AM
I want to thank my parents, Denis and Eileen, my sisters, Brid and Catriona, and my nieces, Caitlin, Erin, Saoirse and Juliette, who have borne the burden of my life in conflict. Their loyal support has been one of the core pillars of my life.
Thanks to my true friends here at home you know who you are. I have opened my heart to you all and you have never faltered in your belief in me. You stood by me even when I unintentionally brought these conflicts home. There will always be a place in my heart for you all. To Keith Kenny and the long-suffering staff of the Rob Roy pub. To James Curry for having the courage to follow his convictions.
Special thanks to Tony OMahony and Paddy OKeeffe who sat with me through long nights, which first ran into weeks and then months, slowly coaxing those painful memories from my darkest corners for this book. I love you like brothers.
To Mick McCarthy, who is a Legion brother, and has been through conflict at my side from Bosnia and Iraq to Haiti. A man whose life would truly be worth my own a true hero.
To Kathy, Artemis and Alice of the Hart Group, who kept my best interests at heart. A special mention to the late Sean ODonovan, who made the phone call that led to this book.
And thanks to Ralph Riegel for his patience and good humour over the past year.
Finally, a heartfelt thanks to the US Army Medical Corps, Cork University Hospital and South Infirmary Hospital I owe you all my life. Special thanks to Dr Declan Pender and Dr Sean T OSullivan.
Pdraig OKeeffe, Cork, July 2007
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I am deeply grateful to Pdraig OKeeffe for entrusting me with this book which became a remarkable journey for both of us. Working on this project was a great honour.
The book would not have been possible without the incredible and unquestioned support of my wife, Mary, my children, Rachel, Rebecca and Ralph, and my mother, Nora. None ever complained about having to watch me disappear, often for days on end, into books about the Foreign Legion, Iraq and Bosnia.
Similary, my thanks to all within Independent Newspapers, in particular the various news desks, as well as numerous reporters and photographers in Cork, for their unstinting support. A special thank you to Commandant Dan Harvey of the Southern Brigade for his honest and frank critique of the manuscript.
A special mention also to the late Sean ODonovan for making the initial introductions which led to this project. Seans death at such a young age was an absolute tragedy. This book would not have been possible without him.
A substantial merci as always to Michael OBrien, Ide N Laoghaire, Emma Byrne, Ivan OBrien, Claire McVeigh and all at OBrien Press for making this book a reality.
Some surnames in this book have been shortened to their prefix and, in a handful of other cases, names have been deliberately changed. This is purely to protect the personal security of the individuals involved for obvious reasons. But their stories have been unaltered and are faithfully recounted.
There are many fantastic books on the French Foreign Legion but, if you are to read only two, I can recommend Ewan McGormans Life in the French Foreign Legion and Martin Wilmslows The Last Valley. Both capture the essence, courage and mystery of La Legion. Robert Fisks The Great War for Civilisation should be compulsory reading for anyone with even a passing interest in the Middle East.
In conclusion, a grateful mention to my late father, Ralph, ex-US Navy and USS Brooklyn a quiet, unassuming man who first told me boyhood stories about the Foreign Legion and their famous Sidi-Bel-Abbs base in North Africa. Like so many of his generation, he served proudly in the company of heroes.
Ralph Riegel
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance , the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves
Carl Sagan,
from a public lecture at Cornell University,
13 October 1993
This book is dedicated to the memories of Yves, Sean and all our Iraqi colleagues of Security Team Charlie 31 who died by my side on a lonely, dusty road outside al-Habaniyah on 7 June 2005; to Aki, Nick, Morne, Seb and Bill, who gave their lives so that others might live; to the Legionnaires and security contractors who made the ultimate sacrifice and continue to make those sacrifices in the most distant, hostile corners of the world to protect and defend the defenceless. It was an honour to have been amongst your ranks.
To Denis, who made it home. To the men and women of Hart Security and to the men of the French Foreign Legion.
My life has been blessed for I truly know what it is like to walk amongst heroes.
Pdraig OKeeffe, Cork, July 2007
CONTENTS
Our battered Toyota sped across the dusty road, keeping pace with the convoy vehicles in front that we were charged with protecting. That stifling noon of Monday, 7 June 2005 was already proving to be a nightmare. Our Iraqi drivers had been appalled that we were delivering a load through the Sunni Triangle north of Baghdad, one of the most dangerous places on earth. Their fears and the condition of our ageing trucks had already slowed down the convoy as it went from our compound near the Abu Ghraib complex in Baghdad towards Fallujah, the heartland of the insurgency that was tearing Iraq apart.
Worse still, our route would, by necessity, take us north of Fallujah as we headed towards our final destination of al-Habaniyah, along a narrow, elevated road that had already proved itself one of the favourite hunting grounds for local insurgents.
As usual, our team leader, Yves M., had cried out AllahAckbar (God is Great) over the radio as we left the security compound that morning to try and encourage everyone, but the cry didnt get the usual hearty response and, when our Iraqi drivers answered half-heartedly, I knew that I wasnt alone in being desperately worried about this mission . But at least I had my ex-French Foreign Legion mate, Denis B., on the convoy security detail, along with Yves, an ex-French Army veteran, and Sean L., a former member of South Africas private security Ronin outfit. Yves had also served in the Croation Army during the Balkans conflict, so he had combat experience and knew what he was about.
But no trip near Fallujah was ever without its risks, even for the American troops in their heavily armoured M1 Abrams battle tanks. The craters that littered the dusty roadside were a mute testament to the attacks that had already earned Fallujah its fearsome reputation. But today all we were escorting were trucks loaded with beds and billet equipment for soldiers of the new Iraqi Army, hardly the stuff that insurgents would target if, that is, they knew what was inside the trucks. To them it could as well be ammunition or medical supplies. Or they might simply relish the chance to kill a few more infidels.