"Where is my wife?" asked S.A.O. Chief Raoul Salan when the Sante Prison gates closed on him in Paris last month. Slight, trim Lucienne Salan had been an army nurse when he met her in Indo-China in 1938, and when in 1944 Salan finally joined the Free French, she became an army driver. La Bibiche (little doe), the soldiers called the frail woman with the thin legs, the long face, the velvet eyes. But she was harder than she looked, and as her husband moved up the army ladder, she supervised his schedule, his appointments, his travel (avoid airplanes),...
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