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By Louis Perez y Cid
Apparently, there are women.
The news is circulating, half amused, half scandalized. People smile, snicker, and are already making judgments. The term "women's section" is thrown around like an administrative anomaly or a lapse in taste.

We know a lot. Except, precisely, what it's about.
So, before judging, perhaps we should have looked.

But looking forces us to understand. And understanding, sometimes, is unsettling.

Each association is a territory. A geography, its members, its customs. Some live in the shadow of a regiment, others survive in the isolation of a department, or even a foreign country. Yet all pursue the same goal: to strengthen bonds, maintain camaraderie, and promote the Legion.

At the Puyloubier Veterans' Association, at Captain Danjou's estate, at the Institution des Invalides, nothing more is being done. But it's being done differently. And above all, it's being done quietly.

Contrary to what some might imagine, nothing here has been abandoned. Neither the spirit, nor the high standards, nor the hierarchy of responsibilities. Reality has simply taken hold, and it never asks for permission.
The board of directors includes officers, some of whom are former directors of the Institution itself. Technical officers, non-commissioned officers, seasoned veterans. In short, enough to reassure those worried about "dilution."

Unless they believe that these men, all legionnaires, no longer know what they're doing. In that case, the problem is no longer the women's section.

The veterans' association occupies a special place here, the PK0 of legionnaire solidarity. The concrete rallying point of solidarity within the Foreign Legion. And reality, it doesn't argue. So the organization adapts, it invents what's missing.
The council members live far away. Life is scattered, but commitment is not.
Presence cannot be permanent. Yet, what's most lacking here isn't the organization, it's presence. Not the presence of ceremonies, not the presence of speeches, the other kind.

The kind that goes unseen.
Things must be put simply. These men know how to organize, decide, command. They also know how to remember, sometimes with a fierce loyalty. But there's one thing they do poorly, or rarely... Stay.
Return without an official reason, sit down, listen, start again.
It's not a question of values. It's a question of nature.
Since time immemorial, in wars as in peace, others have taken that place. Silently. Then, one day, without any fanfare or preamble, it happened. A few women from the Association—wives, widows, relatives—began to come. At first discreetly. Then regularly.

They brought what no one had foreseen in the bylaws: simple gestures and modest acts of kindness. A continuity.
A birthday to remember, a gift chosen for someone, not for a category. A visit that fulfills no obligation, nothing heroic. But everything that is missing when there is nothing left.

For the residents, these women are not a “section,” they are a presence.
Sometimes, a final one.

Elsewhere, it remains invisible. At the Puyloubier Association, they chose to give it a name.
Not to transform, not to make demands, but to acknowledge.
To acknowledge that this work exists. That it matters and that it holds something that structures alone cannot.

So yes, a woman is vice-president. Yes, a supporter too. This unsettles those who observe from afar. But those who look closely see something else: a social club that functions, that endures, that connects.
A vice-president, the widow of a non-commissioned officer, doesn't diminish the authority of a veteran. She simply expresses gratitude in a different way. She gives a voice to what, without her, would still exist, but less effectively.

The same logic applies to the vice-president who is also a supporter. He doesn't replace anyone; he connects, he opens doors, he anchors the association in the civilian community.

Because not all legionnaires carry France in the same way. Some have chosen it. Others have served it without having it as their roots. Contact with supporters doesn't dilute anything; it brings people closer. It leads them toward something greater than just the memory of military service: France.

Behind the criticism lies a deeper anxiety: that of transformation.

As if opening up, recognizing, integrating, were already a form of loss. As if loyalty could only survive by closing itself off.

But the Legion itself has never been pure in the way some understand it. It has always been a mixture: an amalgam.

And that is what has been its strength.
The Real Divide
While we debate the place of women, another, more discreet reality is unfolding.
Friendly societies are closing in on themselves, regroupings are forming based on origin, and loyalties are becoming exclusive. That, yes, is where something is falling apart.

Not visibly, but in the mind. For this amalgamation is not just another tradition.

It is the rule.

And while some denounce a few women who bring men together, they fail to see that the real danger lies elsewhere, in what is slowly dividing them.
The national associations.