Я почему-то всё вспоминаю из книжки про Боба Денара:‘My motive in joining Denard was insane curiosity. I had served for five hard years in Rhodesia and when | finished I wanted to join Denard. At that stage, I would have gone to the North Pole to serve him. You must understand, he had this. tremendous reputation. But it was all a myth. I went there to “ride the tiger” but I ended up with a pussycat. For the other men, it was an adventure. They had nothing in common with each other, they were all there for different reasons, federated by Denard for a certain period of time. After my first week in the Comoros, I understood what it was all about: it was about the worst aspects of French mentality. There was no rigour. After Rhodesia, it was like the Club Med for me. As for regrets? No, but I wonder if I could have done something better. There was so much mediocrity there. Abdallah was a tropical dictator — not the worst, no, but he had a
complex about coming from slave blood. Denard too had a complex about his origins: he blamed them for his failure to climb the ranks in the navy".