If there is a question that haunts me since my childhood, whether I'm courageous. It is very difficult to answer, especially since that courage can take many forms. At 40 years, I had several opportunities to prove my courage or my cowardice, but the question remains. That may be why I'm boxing for me to prove something, although I know that the answer will not come from there.
This issue was particularly topical recently on the radio when stories of people who joined the General after his appeal of 18 June All say the same thing: for them the question does not arise, it was normal, he had to. None felt courageous at this time. The men who made history.
If I talk about it, because I fell last night on one of the last clips of Indochina, from the film Merry Christmas. I am often asked what I would have done had I been in the trenches. Would I have followed my classmates even stupid orders, leading me to certain death and of no use? We may even go further: it was the courage to go jump the gun on opposing or refusing to leave knowing that it was the platoon insured? I tend to think that in these cases, we must not abandon his comrades.
Anyway, here's the clip from Indochina, a group that has managed to endure and get better with time.
