The Legendary Mercenary Who Shook a Continent
In 2010, Sylvester Stallone’s The Expendables hit theaters. Nobody much cared about the plot, and with good reason — it was absurd. The villains were a tin-pot warlord and the puppet president of a tiny island nation, both under the thumb of a rogue ex-CIA agent. A squad of mercenaries storms in, blasts their way through, and topples the government. Just like that.
A few mercenaries bring down a whole country? Come on.
But whenever fiction looks too ridiculous to be true, reality has a way of slapping you in the face. The truth is always wilder than anything a screenwriter dares to invent. What follows is a career spanning more than thirty years, in which one man repeatedly toppled other people’s governments.
In 1929, a boy named Gilbert Bourgeaud was born in Bordeaux, France. History remembers him better as Bob Denard — the most famous of the dozen or so aliases he used. He wore it so long that most people forgot his real name.
Denard came from a martial family: his father helped found the French Foreign Legion, his uncle was a navigator. You don’t raise a well-behaved child in a house like that. While other boys dreamed of ordinary futures, Denard craved a life of blood and danger. Peace felt like a kind of torture. At home he was a tiger pacing his cage, claws sheathed, biding his time.
In 1948, at nineteen, he enlisted in the French army and fought in the First Indochina War, then served in Algeria.
In 1952 he left the service and became an anti-terrorism policeman in French Morocco. But a man born for chaos was never going to sit still behind a desk. Instead of hunting terrorists, he joined a right-wing terror group in Casablanca. The job went wrong, and he drew a one-year prison sentence.
After his release he went back to France and tried to make a living selling bathroom fixtures. For a man like him, that was worse than jail.
In 1961, on the floor of a café restroom, he found a discarded newspaper. It ran a story about Belgian mercenaries running riot in the Congo, alongside recruitment ads from mining companies in Katanga. The light went on: this was the life he’d been looking for.
By the end of 1961 Denard was in the Congo, guarding mines and trading fire with local peasant militias. While he was there the Congolese civil war broke out, and he dove straight in. That war was a kind of miniature world war — by some measures the most consequential conflict of the twentieth century after the two world wars, dragging in powers from every corner of the globe. Too tangled to lay out here.
To keep it simple: as a mercenary, Denard first served the legitimate Lumumba government, then switched sides to the secessionist warlords and built a fearsome reputation. It was in this stretch that he and his crew crossed swords with Mobutu and were eventually driven out of the Congo.
In 1968, still smarting, Denard led a hundred men on bicycles from Zimbabwe all the way to the Congo, bent on killing Mobutu. Mobutu’s artillery greeted the bicycle brigade with shells. The bikes never stood a chance; Denard took a bullet in the leg and was crippled for life.
Sounds like a joke, but in Africa the absurd was routine. In 2015 a convoy in Benghazi tried to seize a radio station, kept missing it, and looped round and round until the trailing vehicles gave up and got lost. A Gaddafi aide was sent to take over a Tripoli barracks, but with no one to meet him he took a taxi, got so nervous he left his weapons and ammunition in the cab, and walked into the barracks empty-handed, at a loss. True stories.
Denard’s nemesis Mobutu deserves a word. A wildly controversial figure, he was long ranked among Africa’s three great tyrants of the twentieth century, a man who purged his own officials with enthusiasm.
The clashes with Mobutu made Denard’s name. Through the Congolese wars and after, his group never lacked for contracts from across Africa.
In 1970 he tried to overthrow Guinea; in 1977 he staged Operation Lobster in Benin to topple its government. Over a decade and a half he was drawn into wars in Yemen, Nigeria, Benin, Gabon, Zimbabwe, Angola — from Dakar to Dar es Salaam, his infamy was known to all.
Sometimes he backed the government, sometimes he fought it; sometimes he dabbled in assassination. But he was more than a gun for hire. Behind many of his operations stood the hand of the French state. After he retired, some calculated that one man with a few dozen followers had turned all of Africa upside down.
Denard’s golden years began in 1975. That year he found the promised land of his life — the Comoros.
The Comoros declared independence in 1975. Not many people have heard of the place. It sits in the Indian Ocean off Africa’s east coast, an archipelago of four main islands. As of 2018 it had about 800,000 people spread across roughly 2,200 square kilometres — one of the least developed countries on earth.
A French colony, it gained independence in 1975 under its first president, Ahmed Abdallah.
That same year Denard picked up a contract to go to the Comoros and remove Abdallah. Old hat for a man like him. In August 1975 he joined forces with Ali Soilih, landed with a few dozen men, sent Abdallah packing, and put Soilih in charge. Paid, he returned to Paris and rested for a few years.
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