Friday, July 15, 2016

Australia and New Zealand invited to Paris for Bastille Day and an addendum

Troops from Australia and New Zealand were guests of honor in Paris national celebration day called "le 14 juillet" in France (but Bastille's Day outside the country.)  The two Oceania countries were invited to commemorate the Battle of the Somme, one of the bloodiest battles of World War I.  This battle centenary was celebrated on July 1, 2016, in Thiepval, Somme, France.  I wrote about this in my last post.  The Australian Imperial Force (AIF) had sent 295,000 men to France and Belgium to serve in WWI between March 1916 and November 1918.  Of these, 132,000 became casualties and 46,000 lost their lives.

New Zealand Forces had a total of 364 Pacific Islanders and 2688 Maori in addition to regular troops serving on the Western Front in the 1916-1918 war.  A total of 18,500 New Zealanders died in or because of the war and nearly 50,000 more were wounded.

 The Australian and New Zealand Army Corps suffered more than 30,000 casualties in the Battle of the Somme alone, and their sacrifice has not been forgotten by France.  As guests of honor Australia and New Zealand marched in the parade.  Eight Maori warriors were at the head of the parade, followed by 72 New Zealand soldiers and 133 Australian soldiers.  It is the first time that the flags they were carrying had been paraded together outside of New Zealand.  A party of Maori warriors opened the parade this morning.  A Maori warrior, Private Adrian Te Aonui, ran along the Champs-Elysees in a dress rehearsal and was photographed by the international media.

I got up at 4:30 am this morning, July 14, 2016, to watch the parade live on my computer (10:30 am Paris time.)  I took several photos from my screen, but some are not very clear.

The parade was led by Maori warriors followed by an 85-strong New Zealand Defense Force (NZDF) contingent, many wearing replica World War One uniforms.  There were also regimental colors and banners representing NZDF units that served in WWI.  Lieutenant Colonel Eugene Whakahoehoe was leading the contingent and wore the Ngā Tapuwae kahu huruhuru Māori feather cloak in recognition of his exemplary conduct and contribution to the NZDF.  (Click on collage to enlarge.)

A TV reporter interviewed one of the Maori warriors and asked about his weapon.  He explained that it was a "taiaha" a traditional weapon made of wood and used for short, sharp strikes with quick footwork from the wielder.  The warrior had also placed a new engraving showing the trip to Paris drawn as a friendly link between New Zealand and France.

The Maori warrior party in the parade was comprised of personnel from all three services of the NZDF.  The Maori warriors were known as a fierce, unforgiving slayer of the South Seas.  The Parisians were quite impressed (and so was I.)

Prime Minister John Key of New Zealand and his family attended this Bastille Day celebration in Paris with French President Francois Hollande.  New Zealand Chief of Defense Force Lieutenant General Tim Keating said it was an honor to march in one of the world's oldest and largest military parades.  "This is an historic occasion for the New Zealand Defence Force and a fitting opportunity to reaffirm our enduring relationship with France, especially during the First World War centenary" he said.  He added that there were more New Zealand service personnel with known and unkown graves buried in France than anywhere else in the world.  The nine New Zealand Army regimental colors, including the Queen Alexandra's Mounted Rifles guidon, carried World War I battle honors and represented regions across New Zealand.  The Governor-General of Australia, Sir Peter John Cosgrove, was also present.  The Australian Defense Force marched in a "position of honor."  Contingents included the Royal Australian Navy, Army and Royal Australian Air Force and a tri-service flag party, or in total 140 members.  It is the first time that both Australian and New Zealand forces have paraded in Paris since 1880.  France and Australia have deepened their ties since Australia signed a contract last April to have France design and build a 34 billion euro ($39 billion) next generation submarine for them.

The parade had a total of 3,239 men and women walking, 241 on horses, 212 vehicles, 55 aircraft, 30 helicopters and 35 specialized working dogs.  The only novelty this year was that the French Customs (Douane) personnel were  marching down the Champs-Elysees for the first time in almost 100 years. They had come down once before, in 1919, for the Victory parade celebrating the bravery of their agents during WWI.  The Customs services were re-activated after the 13 November 2015 terror attack in Paris at the Bataclan.  To enable them to march in unison the 49 Customs agents were trained for 6 hours during three weeks.

I was pleased to have gotten up during the night to watch this parade live.  The fireworks would come later on but I wanted to watch the Tour de France next.  I went down to the kitchen for a quick cup of coffee and turned on the television at 7:30 am to watch the 12th stage of the Tour.  I did not want to miss this stage because I knew they were supposed to finish at the top of Mont Ventoux.  I remember the Mont Ventoux well from when I was a wee child.  I lived close to its base, in the small town of Vaison-la-Romaine, with my grandparents until I was about 4 years old.  It is called the Giant of Provence, rising 350 to 1,912 meters high (6273 feet) with a lunar landscape at its top.  Since 1990 it has been listed as a Biosphere reserve by UNESCO.  It has a unique biodiversity of more than 1,000 species of plants, flowers, trees, 120 varieties of birds including golden eagles and duck hawks.  In my 2009 post about the Tour de France I wrote about the Mont Ventoux - click here to see it.  In that post I showed a photo of my granddad and me in Vaison.  I returned  as a teenager and stayed in my grandparents' friends' farm in Vaison, near lavender fields, for monthly vacations.

Since then I always wished to return to Vaison-la-Romaine.  I went back to Provence several times but never made it back to Vaison.  We did go to Nice in October 2012 and rented an apartment not far from the Promenade des Anglais for a week, but we did not have a car.  I included a picture of the bay of Nice I took in late October 2012 in the collage above.  That picture was in a post on Nice I wrote on another Tour de France in 2013 - click here to read it.   I still have many pictures of Nice and need to write another post in the future.  But let's get back to the Tour.  Because of fierce winds, with gusts measuring 104 kph, it was decided that this stage would finish at Chalet Reynard, a ski resort restaurant, about 9.5 km (approx 6 miles) from the top.  So far the cyclists had had a good run, although the wind, called "le Mistral" was blowing hard.

Thousands of spectators had been already camping along the route to Mont Ventoux and had to retreat to the small restaurant.  The crowd was immense along the narrow road as they had to assemble at the finish instead of being along the 6 mile road.  The Chalet Reynard is an old ski refuge dating to 1927 which was updated as a restaurant.  It stands at 1,417 meters (4650 ft,) alone, on the road to the top of the mountain.  This is why this stage ended in chaos.

As I watched TV in disbelief, the yellow jersey (winner of the Tour so far) British Chris Froome, was walking then running up the road without his bicycle!  A first in all the years I have been watching the Tour.  What had happened is this - less than 1 km from the finish the camera motorcycle had to stop in front of a wall of 100-200 people standing on the road.  Australian cyclist Richie Porte collided violently against the stopped motorcycle and Chris Froome piled on top of him.  Then another motorcyclist ran over Chris' bicycle and broke it.  Without a bike Christ started to jog up the mountain for a couple of minutes so as not to lose time.  Spectators watching this and other cyclists passing him were in shock.  It certainly was a mess, it was crazy.  Then he was handed a "neutral" bike that he tried to ride a bit, but could not.  Finally he was given another bike and finished, but late.

The Tour de France race jury ruled that Chris Froome had lost his bike through no fault of his own and let him retain the yellow jersey.  Chris said "Ventoux is full of surprises ... I am happy with the jury's decision."  It certainly was a wacky conclusion to the 12th stage today.  It is a farce for the Tour that will be talked about for years.  I think that the race organizers need to keep better control of the crowds, and above all on Bastille Day when everyone is out; they need to respect the cyclists.  It is like if spectators were allowed in pools while swimmers were in a swimming match - that is not right.  Anyway it had been a fun Bastille Day and I am pleased I got up to watch all of it.  I came back up to the computer this afternoon after watching the Tour to write this post and now, at 7:15 pm, am finally going down to fix dinner.  I am still reading on Brexit and will try to talk about it in my next post.


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Addendum - Friday 15 July, 2016.  Yesterday evening after finishing the above post I went downstairs and saw the end of the news on TV.  My husband had been watching but because of his Alzheimer had not understood what had happened in France.  I was stunned by the horror of the tragedy: a massacre of happy families with children and tourists on the 14 of July enjoying the fireworks in our lovely city of Nice - truly a city for joie de vivre.  The Promenade des Anglais (The English Walk) is beautiful and a destination for happiness, not despair.  The truck, without its lights on, zigzagged on the Promenade for over a mile mowing adults, children and babies - he killed at least 84, including 10 children, and there are over 200 in hospitals including 52 critically injured.  A hero jumped in the cab and seized the driver's revolver.  This hero saved many lives by stopping the truck on its murderous route.  The police was able then to shoot the terrorist down.  I did not feel like going back up to the computer last night and publish my happy post about Bastille Day.  Now I added a sad cartoon by Plantu to my heading picture.  What can I say?  I just have intense grief.  How many more cities and countries can we keep adding to - je suis Charlie, je suis Paris, je suis Beyrouth, je suis Bamako, je suis Bruxelles, je suis Orlando, je suis Bagdad, je suis Bangladesh, je suis Istanbul and now je suis Nice?  Je suis infiniment triste (I am infinitely sad.)



27 comments:

DJan said...

Such a beautiful post. I was enchanted with it all, and wondered if you had heard yet about the awful carnage in Nice. Then I red your addendum. I too am grief stricken with the state of the world. And now, as I write this, there is a coup attempt in Turkey! :-(

Elephant's Child said...

My heart aches and tears fall.
And your post is a perfect expression. Beauty, pride, honour. Smeared by the actions of the minority.

Denise Covey said...

What a timely post. I'm without words. Gutted. So many times I've promenaded along that gorgeous Promenade. It will never be he same again. Thanks for this post. Loved the war history. I always feel loved when I'm in France and they find I'm Australian. The French have long, generous memories.

Denise :-)

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Vagabonde - fascinating post in many ways. Those lost lives in Nice are desperate ... so terribly sad for so many families ... it would be so wonderful if we could respect life ... and live peacefully.

That Tour de France incident was very unfortunate ... interesting to know you lived in that area - lovely photos ...

Take care - all the best Hilary

Linda said...

What a lovely post. It is sad that we have terrorists who want nothing more than to kill and make other's lives miserable.

biebkriebels said...

The world has gone mad, so much violence, hate and intolerance. Every day there is another incident, now Turkey with many deaths. Four years ago I enjoyed a stay in Nice so much. To see the boulevard now with all the dead bodies breaks my heart.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

As the old Chinese curse has it ...
" May you live in interesting times . "
Every death is one too many .

Marja said...

The airshow and parade are great. Fantastic that our prime minister was there and I always love the see the Maori warriors. But what a shadow has been casted on Bastille day. I watched it with shock and disbelieve. How is it possible that humans are capable of doing such a horrific things. We are living in dark times. My heart goes out to all

Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe said...

The world has become more dangerous every day. Hate seems to prevail everywhere.

donna baker said...

Thank you for showing us Bastille Day as it was and the Tour also. Nice is too painful and should not be dwelt upon, though I realize it is hard not to. I think Nice is the most beautiful place I've ever been and I want to remember it like that. Just too terrible to think about and have to trust the authorities and good will prevail. Maybe we will one day quit warring and live and let live.

ELFI said...

oui, un jour de fête ...et une fin horrible..il parait que c'est un seul fanatique qui a semé la terreur ! bises

sandy said...

wow, great informative post and unbelievable about the crowds and the lack of control during the race. And I enjoyed the pics - all of them. The events in France - have been unbelievable and so so sad.

bayou said...

Moi aussi, je suis infiniment triste. Is there anybody who can explain me why the terror alert was reduced in France to next level down just for Bastille day? What next?

Nadezda said...

Dear Vagabonde, as always your post is very interesting. I love read about history and the Bastille Day is very important holiday in France. It was held in Paris and in Nice , but on July 15th I was shocked learning about terrible act in Nice. My condolence to all people in Nice.

Pixel Peeper said...

Intense grief, yes. My heart goes out to all the families affected by this tragedy.

Frances said...

Dear Vagabonde, I am glad that you were able to create this beautiful post well before you were aware of the horror that occurred in Nice on the evening of the 14th.

In the past weeks, I have been consciously attempting to concentrate of the many positive aspects of life that each day offers us. You might smile at my opening doors for folks, smiling at strangers, offering a subway or bus seat to another passenger, complimenting a farmer at the market on his or her produce. And so forth. It is my way to celebrate the space and time that we are given to share.

I am so fortunate to have connected with you through our mutual interest in blogland. xo

Nathalie said...

Thank you for posting pictures of this year's Bastille Day celebrations. I didn't watch it at all. I went to bed early the morning of the 14th, hoping that nothing bad would happen but my focus was on Paris as my youngest son's best friend and his family just moved there for a year and I had suggested they go watch the défilé on les Champs Elysées. It was a shock to hear about the terrorist attack in Nice and yet, at the same time, not such a shock because I feel that it's been proven time and time again that no one is safe, anywhere, from madmen (and now madwomen too). I'm very worried about my family's safety over there.

On a different note, I was jolted to read that you grew up in Vaison La Romaine. My stepmom's parents were originally Hungarians who lived in Constantine (Algeria) for years. When the war with Algeria broke out, they moved to France along with most of the Pieds Noirs, and settled in Vaison La Romaine. After their death, my stepmom and her brother inherited their house there. After she met my dad, they decided to get married in Vaison and spent many a vacation there. So I grew up hearing all about it when my brothers and I visited her and my dad, but I never got the opportunity to visit myself. My stepmom passed away a couple of years ago but I think her brother and niece still live there. I passed the sign for Vaison on the A6 when I was driving to Marseille last summer and I wish I had had time to stop by and see the town that I have heard so much of, but I was on a tight schedule.

I remember watching the Tour De France many years ago as it passed my grandparents' home. Back then our champions were Belgian (Eddie Merckx) an then French (Bernard Hinault). It was a huge deal for my grandfather, every summer. The kids and I watched a bike race pass my father's chalet in the Alps last June but there were more motorcycles and cars (press, race personnel, sponsors), than bikes. Still, we cheered for everyone and pretended they were Tour de France racers :)

Thanks for bringing back good memories for me too with your post.

David said...

Vagabonde, Another quality posting! It's a bit stunning to comprehend the number of troops sent from Australia and New Zealand during WWI and the Battle of Somme when you consider how small the populations of those countries were at that time! Amazing! Its also amazing that any Maori wanted to fight when you consider their history with the British settlers and the huge losses of life and territory during their own struggle. (Much like the USA and Australia's history with those native populations)

Nice was awful! Disgusting! One crazed person doing so much damage to so many families. Of course today in the USA, we've followed up the ambush slayings of 5 police officers in Dallas with 3 more in Baton Rouge. I'm very afraid for Cleveland with the Republican convention. Scary times!

Take Care, Big Daddy Dave

Carola Bartz said...

Nice was awful and I feel for the families and friends of all the victims. Every day we seem to hear news about some terrible attacks. Will it ever end?

But your post also brought back beautiful memories of days spent in Provence when I was a young girl. We stayed near Carpentras in a vineyard with poplars nearby that were constantly rustling, and explored the region form there. I visited Vaison-la-Romaine, hiked Mont Ventoux and simply fell in love with the area. In one of your Tour de France photos I believe seeing Gordes in the background. I hope one day I will return to this beautiful part of France.

Magic Love Crow said...

All the things that are happening in the world today, makes my heart break! I don't know when is it going to end? Love and peace, is it so hard? I pray this all stops! Now in the United States today, 3 more cops died!
But, saying all of that, I do have to say, I love your post! Those Maori warriors are amazing! Thank you for your very informative posts, always! Sending you lots of love and big hugs!

NotesFromAbroad said...

I still can't bear to read anymore stories about that dreadful day .. every human on this planet should be horrified and sickened and vow to make sure nothing like that ever happens again.
Whatever it takes.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

So sad. I am so worried about the state of the world. It has to be hard that your husband cannot share your dismay, because sometimes it does help a little to talk about things. I'm glad you could blog about it and i see that blogging about it is the same as talking about it and your post has helped many of your blogging friends.

joared said...

I was horrified and saddened with the recent tragedies in France. I'll be so glad when such events cease. I'm sure ithis has been especially heartbreaking for you -- devastating with the loss of life and in areas familiar to you. I did so enjoy your account and photos -- learning more about the Bastille Day celebration.

Denise inVA said...

I learn a lot by reading your posts. The photos are marvelous as is your writing, and I always learn more history in them. This heinous act in Nice, like all the others, is incomprehensible. I will never understand it. Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving such an eloquent comment. I am late in answering because I have been on a blog break and have only just returned after a family bereavement.

Thérèse said...

Une bonne façon de revivre" les événements du 14 juillet. Vous avez l'art de raconter et je suis contente qu'à la suite de l'horreur de Nice qui vient rejoindre toutes les horreurs à travers le monde je n'ai pas allumé la TV ce jour là ni le lendemain, je lui préfère la radio autant que possible.
Un beau souvenir que cette photo avec votre grand-père. Qu'elle est belle la Vie.

Vicki Lane said...

The Maoris are so fascinating. They wear those tattoos well.

Nice -- alas, what can one say?

Miss_Yves said...

Merci .

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