I ran across an old war buddy in North Texas. He was the wrong color, and he was a Marine. I remember him as being in the Army. He was crewed by Military Police when I met him. They'd let me sit in for everybody but the Sarge when their convoys headed for the border stopped in at Tay Ninh. They'd rotate to cover the missing crewman and I'd always man the 60. Just had to remember to lead instead of follow. It even had butterfly grips.