The True Story of Legion: A Texan's Adventure in the French Foreign Legion
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This story is about a man who had his feelings bottled up for way too long. Not able to tell his family why he did the things he did and not able to recoup the lost years away from the people who he loved. In the Mexican-American community, you never show your sadness, your pain, or weakness. As an act of pride, you always keep all your emotions
Richard Trevino
Born in the oil and ranch region of South Texas in a small town called Alice, the birthplace of Tejano music, to a poor working-class family. There was no work for my family in Alice in the early 70'S, subsequently having to move to San Marcos, which is on the edge of the Texas Hill Country, looking for better jobs and better opportunities for the small family. As a young boy, I yearned for adventure and always wanted to see the world. Having to grow up as a ranch hand gave me the strength and determination to be persistent in life. To adapt to any situation and to move forward in life no matter what the situation. Qualities that I would need later in life after joining the US Army and the French Army. From the hills of Korea to the deserts of Africa, I have roamed. You know to some people, I'm the unluckiest guy in the world but to others I'm the luckiest S.O.B. you'll ever meet. Either way you see it, I am Richard Trevino Jr from a small town in Texas and I am very happy that you are taking the time to read my little story about my life.
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The True Story of LEGION:
A Texan’s Adventure in the French Foreign Legion
The True Story of Legion: A Texan’s Adventure in the French Foreign Legion
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CHAPTER 1
My name is Richard Trevino Jr., and I was born in a small South Te xas town called Alice ( 27°45’07N 98°04’14
W ) l ocated in Jim Wells County. My parents are Richard (The Mayor) and Celia (Sally) Trevino, and they were married about six months before I was born— my father was eighteen, and my mother was nineteen. Back then, it wasn’t very popular to have a child out of wedlock, it was one of those things that was looked down upon in the Mexican-American community. So my parents got married, and they loved each other very much, and I think they would have gotten married with each other regardless if Mom was pregnant or not. Alice, in 1971, didn’t have many jobs to offer a young family, you either worked as a ranch hand or worked in the oil fields, and if you were lucky enough to find a job with the city or county, then you had it made. My father worked on ranches all his life, and that’s what he loved to do. Still to this day, when you enter into his house, you can hear the galloping of horses and cowboys firing their six shooters blaring from the television coming from one of his favorite black and white Westerns. I guess that’s the old vaquero in him. After about a year of bouncing around different ranches, and after Mom complaining enough, we moved to San Marcos. Mom’s side of the family is originally from San Marcos, so naturally, Mom wanted to be closer to her family; she missed them a lot. In the Mexican American community, the mothers and grandmothers are the nucleus of the family household. They are the ones who take care of you when you are sick, feed you when you’re hungry, hold you when you’re sad, and discipline you when needed, and when we were looking for wisdom and guidance, we always turned to them. When you’re young, you never imagine what life would be like without them, it never crossed my mind. I guess that was another reason why we moved to San Marcos, it must’ve crossed my mother’s mind. She missed and loved her mother very much. Sa n Marcos ( 29°52’57N 97°56’26
W ) is a small college town located just south of Austin and north of San Antonio located on Interstate Highway 35. Back in the ’70s, there were only three things that brought you to this town, Southwest Texas State University, Aquarena Springs Amusement Park, and third, and best reason even to this day, is the San Marcos River ( 29°52’43N 97°55’56
W —where we found ourselves swimming and picnicking from its banks every summer on the weekends. Back then, there were no big outlet malls or large car dealerships running up and down IH 35. San Marcos was a small and quiet town. Between 1972 and 1979, my father had bounced around a lot of different jobs, and at the same, time we bounced around a lot of different homes never really being stable. Within that time period, we had moved at least five times. I remember my father working in all these different jobs that had nothing in common with each other—he worked in road construction, cotton mills, and restaurants, and I even remember a slaughterhouse. He never lasted longer than a few months to a few years at each job, he just wasn’t happy, I guess. During this hectic time, my brother was born (John Paul), it was 1978, and I was seven years old. I remember being so happy that I was finally a big brother, I finally had someone to play with. That feeling was short-lived since he was a pain in the butt! Yeah, if he wasn’t pooping something out, he was burping something up, too much for a seven-year-old kid to handle, but I still loved him, he was my little brother, so I got used to it. It was now 1979, and my father had learned about a job in Wimberley working as a ranch hand from a friend of his. Wimberley is a small-town, west of San Marcos, located on the edge of the hill country. He interviewed with the foreman and was hired on the spot. Within a week, we packed a ll our belongings and moved to the Fulton Ranch ( 29°57’10N 98°02’34
W ). It was like the Beverly Hillbillies but in reverse. I was eight years old when this sudden change in our lifestyle occurred, living out in the country was something new to us. The ranch house ( 29°58’59N 98°02’19
W the old ranch house was at this location but is demolished now) that we moved into was built in the late 1800s or early 1900s and looked every bit of its age. We were the o nly family on this four-thousand-acre ranch, besides the foreman and his wife. His children had long since married and moved on. Having moved from a neighborhood with friends and people all around at any given time to an old ranch house in the middle of nowhere, with no one around for miles, this was my first culture shock to experience. It’s hard going from having friends to play with to absolutely no one within a week. Me and my little brother were the only kids on that ranch. I had to start working as a ranch hand, feeding horses and cattle, to help my father. During the summers, I would go with my father twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. During the school year, I only went once in the afternoon. Feeding the horses was hard. In the hot summer months, we started feeding the animals at six in the morning. We started by loading around 30 buckets full of grain— weighing between 30 and 40 pounds each, depending on how much grain you put in it. I remember having to carry those buckets to the feeding troughs, sometimes two at a time, and lifting the buckets up to my chest and pouring them into the troughs. When you’re eight years old and scrawny, 40 pounds is a lot of weight to handle, but I got used to it. We would have to refill the buckets at least five times to feed all 150 horses, plus hay. We would be finished between nine thirty and ten thirty in the morning. After feeding the horses, we would return to the old ranch house. The roads weren’t paved, so everywhere you went, you were a dusty mess afterwards. My father dropped me off at home, and he would return to work to finish the rest of his duties, mending fences, moving horses and cattle, and also checking the property for trespassers. Before leaving the house, my father always kissed my mother on the cheek and told her that he loved her. With work and my chores out of the way, I had a few hours before I had to return to work in the afternoon, which gave me just enough time to go down to the river for a swim. The Blanco River cut through the Fulton Ranch and was within walking distance of the old house. There was a lot to do on the ranch, but my favorite was to swim. On our part of the river, it was extremely shallow. In some areas, the water eroded small pools into the limestone river bottom, whi ch made natural swimming pools (