Those dudes are always spoiling for a fight. I saw a lot of them in Djibouti as well. There was no one there to wage war against so they fought among themselves. I strayed into a waterfront Legionnaire bar one night and drew a lot of angry stares so I skedaddled. I’ve got a couple of 13th Demi-Brigade t-shirts. Drive out through the desert and you’ll see piles of painted rocks. They march out there and their chefs see that all stones will be overturned and painted. It looks like the far side of the moon.
I meant the 13th Regiment, these guys of the French army, not the Legion.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/13th_Parachute_Dragoon_Regiment