I speak of honor, because reading this book, I almost nausea. Mr. Guesquière lost the little honor that remained, he lacked modesty, gratitude, honesty. I wish he brings it back a little bit me, for nine soldiers died for his release, but no, Mr. feels no gratitude .. only resentment, blame, everything, especially not face the truth, that which mind, the one that says that in all this, the only responsible is his own pride. I was offered this book, but I'll tell you: I sold it for a symbolic euro to a known second-hand sale site. A bunch of bad faith is no more.