Charlemagne-SS Chaplain Monseigneur Mayol de Luppe: Man of Power, Man of God

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President Camacho
From Charlemagne veteran Christian de la Maziere's book "The Captive Dreamer":


The Storm Brigade had its own troubles. One of its best-known officers, Captain Cance, had left, and an entire barracks had gone off to join Degrelle, whose prestige was high and whose troops had a different kind of cohesion. Finally, a number of militiamen had, after several days, become defaulters.

In general, however, it could be said that the amalgamation had taken place quite quickly. In this the prime instigator had undoubtedly been "Monseigneur" Mayol de Luppe, one of the most colorful characters of the division. Prelate to his Holiness, as distinguished from bishop, army chaplain in all those campaigns where religion had flourished in the midst of gunfire-- 1914-18 at the Dardanelles, 1939-40 in the Levant, then attached to the LVF-- he was certainly the ecclesiastic who had worn his soutane less often than any other at that period.

From morning to evening one saw him, notwithstanding his seventy years, riding a splendid chestnut throroughbred that he had come by goodness knows where. Made a Sturmbannführer, he had had a uniform tailored in Berlin from the finest cloth: the getup of a high-ranking SS officer with gold-braided epaulettes. To it were attached three rows of decorations won on the most diverse fronts, the Legion of Honor, plus French, English, Turkish, and Egyptian medals—all nations seemed to have vied in strewing these stars over him. On his chest hung a magnificent oriental cross, in the form of that of Saint Andrew, swaying to the stride of his mount.

He was like a German Reiter from the sixteenth century, a monk who fought in the manner of crusaders of past times, brandishing the crucifix, and, when that did not suffice, unsheathing the sword in order, with great sweeps, to send his adversaries’ heads spinning. The only difference was that, instead of a sword, he carried a revolver at his hip. He evoked, in short, a Renaissance figure by his energy, his affectations, and his culture. In his case, the Crusader’s ardor outdid the Monseigneur’s unction. Once when I saluted him with the words, “My respects, Monseignour,” he replied, “Leave out the respects, my child, and give me your filial affection.” We could not help smiling at this figure, ambiguous and fascinating, who changed masks with the virtuosity of a commedia dell’arte actor, yet whose sincerity was unquestionable. Belonging to one of the oldest French families, he lived at once among his ancestors and among us, in a piquant time lag.

He had done everything to persuade the LVF to join the Waffen SS and Puaud could not have had a better assistant. What is more surprising, he managed to fascinate Himmler and the members of his staff. Hitler had, indeed, arrived at a certain concordat with the different religious sects, with the exception of Jews, but, after all, the SS doctrine in its original purity constituted a kind of religion that excluded Catholicism, even though it tolerated a rather vague deism. I think that Mayol de Luppe both astonished and impressed the leaders of the SS. Furthermore, they realized that his imaginative virtuosity would be a great help to them in fusing the several counter-currents into the mainstream of the Charlemagne Division.

His opinions, in fact, based on daring synthesis, would, if reported to Rome, have made the Pope’s last few hairs stand on end under his skullcap; as it was, the Vatican looked on him with natural suspicion. He linked, without apparent difficulty, Hitler and Christ, on the basis of anti-Communism. With an astounding rhetoric he resurrected the idea of the Christian warrior for whom the cross was replaced by the “Spiegel”, as the SS was called in German military slang, on the jackets of our uniforms.

In the riding school he had turned into a chapel he indulged in flights of eloquence: “The democracies are dead and National Socialism is opening the future to us. It contains the elements of our faith; who dare deny it? God is inscribed on our belts and in the oath we have taken to our German and European Führer. You are aware that in this army you are serving God. Yours must be the strength that allows Him to repulse the powers of evil that rise from those steppes where shivering ghosts vanish forever in the cold and ice…” We had no theatre, but Monseigneur Mayol de Luppe, a figure somewhere between Bossuet and Jean Rigaux, more than made up for it.

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