Eoin Butler: writer, journalist and Mayoman of the Year
Tripping Along The Ledge
french foreign legion
He’s no tourist
On a serious note, I’d like to extend best wishes to regular reader/commenter Dermot who is deploying to Afghanistan in a few days time. Best of luck, man. Although as a serving French soldier, you’re presumably under orders to surrender to the first troop of Girl Guides you encounter. Ba-dum-tish! Read the rest of this entry »
‘Lots of writers I admire – Dostoyevsky, Orwell, Vonnegut – served in the military.’
DERMOT
Private First Class, French Foreign Legion
Tell us about yourself.
My name is Dermot, I’m 24 years old and I’m from Balbriggan. I didn’t always want to be a soldier. In fact, when I did my Leaving Cert in 2003, I wanted to study journalism in DIT. But I missed out by ten points.
So you decided to try something less cut throat instead?
I worked a while in insurance first. Then I did three and a half years at one of the state’s largest bank. But by 2008, my feet had started to get itchy. My friends were all heading out to party on Bondi Beach. I decided to do something completely different. Read the rest of this interview here.
‘Lots of writers I admire – Dostoyevsky, Orwell, Vonnegut – served in the military.’
DERMOT
Private First Class, French Foreign Legion
Tell us about yourself.
My name is Dermot, I’m 24 years old and I’m from Balbriggan. I didn’t always want to be a soldier. In fact, when I did my Leaving Cert in 2003, I wanted to study journalism in DIT. But I missed out by ten points.
So you decided to try something less cut throat instead?
I worked a while in insurance first. Then I did three and a half years at one of the state’s largest bank. But by 2008, my feet had started to get itchy. My friends were all heading out to party on Bondi Beach. I decided to do something completely different.
Basically, you absconded from a cushy banking job in 2008 and joined the Foreign Legion… It wasn’t Anglo-Irish by any chance?
No, it wasn’t Anglo. To be honest, a love of literature influenced my decision as much as anything else. Lots of the writers I admired – Dostoyevsky, Orwell, Vonnegut – had served in the military. It was something men just did in those days. I wanted to experience what they’d gone through at first hand. Read the rest of this entry »