After a few days lolling around within our jail-like conditions and humiliating evening reviews where we would put ourselves into garde-à-vous position in our slips every time the Caporal-chef came in to the room. “Chambre numero 140, pret pour la revue a vos ordres Caporal-chef”, a camarade with about 1 or 2 weeks more service …
Diaries of a Legionnaire 