Adventure in Sahara

Well, Jimmy, as you Yankees talk,

everything is okay.

We leave, as you Frenchmen say,

tout de suite.

You say that just like a Yankee.

-For you, Monsieur Wilson.

-Thanks.

l wonder who that could be from.

You Americans are funny fellows.

Why you don't look it and see?

That's not a bad idea.

Not good news, Jim?

Get somebody else to take up the ship.

Somebody else to take the ship?

What do you mean?

-l'm not making the trip, l'm leaving.

-But it cannot be!

-You must take off in 10 minutes.

-Well, maybe l must, but l'm not.

-Hello, Pierre. Where's Jim?

-l do not know.

We were standing here and talk.

He receive a telegram,

and he run off like the Mephisto.

And we are taking off in 10 minutes.

Maybe he's at the office.

Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle Preston,

you have seen Monsieur Wilson, yes?

-No.

-No?

-No, where is he?

-Mademoiselle, that l am asking you.

He was here.

He say he will not make the trip.

He is going away, but that cannot be.

The trip, she must be made.

-But what happened?

-l have just told you what happened.

-We're getting nowhere.

-We're getting nowhere.

The plane is getting nowhere!

-You are an American, no?

-Yes.

-You are sure you want to join the Legion?

-Yes.

You understand

that the Legion is no playground?

The life of a legionnaire is...

How shall l say, is not an easy one.

-Yes, l know.

-Very well, young man.

The secrtaire will help you fill out this card.

Now, look, Chief, or Captain

or whatever you are,

there's a certain outfit l'd like to join.

lt's commanded by a Captain Savarre,

or Savant, or some name like that.

-Savant, Savarre. Capitaine Savatt?

-Yes, that's the one.

-You know him?

-No.

No, l don't, but l'd like to.

lt's not so bad, this marching, young one?

We've been on the march for days.

Where are we going, Poule?

l don't know.

You know, Wilson? You, Ladoux?

How should l know?

Only Lieutenant Dumond knows.

-Maybe we're bait for a trap.

-l'm sure you're exaggerating, Ladoux.

When you've been in the Legion as long

as Poule, you don't worry where you go.

This is one part of the Sahara

even l don't recognize.

Now, Poule, don't tell me

that you can recognize sand.

lf l was ever here before,

l'd know every grain of it.

-Well, it's a nice, quiet desert. No Arabs.

-That's what l don't like about it.

lt's too quiet.

So far, we've not even met a camel patrol,

and there's only one stretch of desert

where there are no patrols.

Now it begins to dawn.

lf my calculations are correct,

we are headed for...

-Thanks.

-You shouldn't try to walk

with that blistered foot.

Maybe the Lieutenant would let you ride

on the supply wagon.

lt's not that bad.

The young one has pluck.

-Platoon, halt!

-Platoon, halt!

Dronov.

Platoon, double-time. March!

-Platoon, halt!

-Platoon, halt!

-Corporal, two men.

-Poule. Wilson.

Water. Water. Water.

More.

We could stand it no longer.

We had to desert.

There're two others, somewhere back there.

What happened?

We're fools to try to escape from Agadez.

As l thought.

We're assigned to Agadez,

the last outpost.

-The inferno of the Sahara.

-Silence, Poule.

''Suffer us not, at this late hour,

for any pains of death to fall from Thee.

''For as much as it hath pleased

Almighty God in his wise providence

''to take out of this world the souls

of our deceased brethren in arms,

''we therefore commit their bodies

to the ground.

''Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.''

Come, come, young one, this is the Legion.

Be with us all forevermore. Amen.

ln the desert, we must erase the graves.

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