I used to live in Aubagne, the Legion's headquarters city. I spent quite a few evenings smoking pot with légionnaires bragging about their war stories. One was

I used to live in Aubagne, the Legion's headquarters city. I spent quite a few evenings smoking pot with légionnaires bragging about their war stories. One was about as wide-shouldered as high, with huge musculous, brown arms covered with burn scars. He told me his personal speciality was shooting a big machine gun, without tripod, running around Rambo-style, and the burns were from the hot barrel. Another one proudly displayed his scarred belly: "this is when this guy attacked me with his knife, etc, finally I broke his neck" "this is when in Chad I received a 7.62 bullet" "this is when I was drunk and had a fight in Libreville". Funny guys, better have them as friends than enemies :)