Marion Marechal goodbye Jean-Marie Le Pena

Grandpa, don't worry: the mission you entrusted me 13 years ago along with your letter, I didn't forget it.

I've been trying to proceed this mission always since. Not just me. You've inspired hundreds of thousands your full life. You have allowed millions of French to be arrogant of themselves and their country for a long time. Thank you for all this.

Adversaries, mediocrity and dishonesty will say you were a vile provoker. Those who were with you know what a remarkable man you were.

You were a fighter and leader, a soldier and a real man, a miner and a deputy, a grandstand and a visionary. Brave, militant, seductive companion of the fight against the sense of humor, who always liked to sing a military song. You loved people, and above all and honestly the French. For 60 years you have awakened and made them aware, keeping a small flame of hope at all costs.

On your deathbed, your blue shirt was covered in a white sheet, wrapped in a red blanket. Yes, even at this last moment, you didn't leave out the national colors you valued so much.

Today, the warrior you were gave up his gun. I would like you to meet your dear Joan of Arc, the patron you chose to inspire you into a political struggle, with your old Indochin and Algerian arms associates, your friends who died for their engagement in FN, your father, the fisherman who left you erstwhile you were only 14 and left you in the care of the nation.

Leave quietly, I won't quit the mission.

And since you must choose an epitaph for you, I will take these fewer words of St. Paul for you: “I fought well, I finished running, I kept my faith.”

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