Chapter 1The line of men is small and insignificant against the backdrop of the vast, sandy wasteland of the Sahara. They move listlessly through the sand, with their heads bowed down, and they are even unaware of the crunching of their heavy boots in the sand. The heat of the relentless sun tortures and pains them. Their lips are dry and sore, but still they are grateful. They are grateful that they are returning to Dini Salam, the southern front post of the French Foreign Legion. They are happy to get away from this huge desert, where the warlike, cruel Arabs are not your biggest enemy, but the sand and the heat.
“Do not cry or lament, brothers,” says Fritz Mundt, the colossal German. “Before the sun had gone down, we will be back in that fly infested nest they call Dini Salam - that fa
