He was one of Bigeard's great lieutenants.
A faithful, of all the blows, and they were often hard.
Nothing, however, predisposed Colonel Jacques Allaire to this life of wounds and bumps within the roughest parachute units.
A nasty poliomyelitis in his childhood had left him with a wobbly leg, his “flannel guitar”.
Infantry and airborne troops should have been barred to him.
But the old officer, met three years ago in his retirement on the banks of the Loire, in Tours, boasted playfully of having "cheated" for all the medical examinations for fitness, passing in an incredible way through the cracks .
A prestigious unit
Initially, Allaire was not a career officer.
Raised by his uncle in patriotic fervor, throughout his youth he cherished the memory of his grandfather who died of asphyxiation by German gas in 1915. Deep down, he knew he would be a soldier, polio or not.
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