Onésime Galoudec (from Loc Malo, Morbihan)
A fine figure of a brave man, weather-beaten by all the spray and sea winds, nothing in his half-closed eyes, in his slightly heavy features and quiet expression, nothing which speaks of the splendour, the triumph, the love of glory. But there is something else, something better: tranquillity, the calm of duty accomplished, the tradition of a race whom the storm can batter like waves on the rocks. A face which conveys a great deal of meaning, is that of this reservist, one might almost say of this old fellow. He belongs to the old family of seafarers of France, those of Colbert, those of the Vengeur, of cruises in distant seas: that old race which will never die.