A few months after the bombings, I was in N’Djamena, Chad. I ran into a French Foreign Legionnaire in the lobby of my “hotel.” He wasn’t French, but British. He’d been in the British Army’s 2 Para. When he got out, he went to France and joined the Legion. We were having a few beers, and he told me that he’d been in Beirut the previous October. He was the liaison between the Marines and the Legionnaires there, being bi-lingual. He had just left the Legionnaire camp on his way to the Marine barracks when the Legionnaire camp got hit. The rest of his life was pure velvet.
Life unfolds in mysterious ways, for sure.