In Viet Nam, we were issued .38's, and the paraloft made bandoleers for us if we wanted them. In addition, most of us carried snub-nosed .38's loaded with star shells, to use like rescue flares if we were in the jungle. We could, however, carry any personal weapon we wanted, and several of us used that as an excuse to indulge in gun-nut fantasies. If we had our own weapons, we always turned them over to the SEAL's armorers to make sure they were good to go.
Funny, but whenever one of our planes was shot down, we would call for SEALs. The very first thing they would do when they got to us would be to take away all of our weapons. There's a message there somewhere........
Funny, but whenever one of our planes was shot down, we would call for SEALs. The very first thing they would do when they got to us would be to take away all of our weapons. There's a message there somewhere........