Merchant marines are pretty much kick ass.
Back when we had a peace keeping force in Lebanon a friend of mine got off a boat in Beiruit.
There had been a ship or so sunk in the Suez canal to block it and having sailed from India all the way around Africa, he had been at sea for nearly three months and really wanted some dry land under his feet.
There was quite a bit of internecine fighting going on, one could hear mortars and automatic weapons firing and occasionally artillery fire.
By international law, merchant marines aren't allowed to leave a ship armed but he ran into an American National Guard unit from not so far from his hometown and threw in with them, the Guardsmen were under orders to be locked and loaded at all times and were just patrolling around trying to discourage any marauding.
They decided to get out in the country and so made a round trip of fifty miles or more through the hills.
They would come upon these places that were sort of like taverns but many had little curtained booths behind which they would often find men taking their pleasure with young boys.
They would hold the mussel of and M-16 under the men's noses and lead them outside and give them a chance to leave, and when they did would fire a few shots into the air, my friend said those guys looked really funny with their robes all hiked up, sandals flopping while leaping over fences and walls in their haste to depart.
After drinking up the booze and whatever they would burn the places down and proceed on their way.
When they returned to Beiruit they found a Catholic orphanage and gave the abused young boys a new home.