Reminds me of when I was the ALO for 1/5, Feb. or Mar. of 1968. We were out west of Phu Bai on a company sized motorized sweep. Being road bound we got ambushed; during the first flurry of in and out going rounds, I and most of my TAC Party are laying in the mud and I can't find my radioman. I noticed that my troops are laughing their butts off. Being a really swift, steely eyed Marine Aviator I look back at the 6by we had just bailed off of. There, lo and behold is my radioman, his packboard w/big ass radio is hung up and he is balance on the edge of the truck bed, swinging in the breeze and flying rounds. So, after a good laugh I jump up on the truck bed and lift him enough to let him smash and sprawl in to the ditch. Once again Marine Corps policy dictates that the feathermerchant gets the biggest Load! O.E. "Sonny" James ALO 1/5 '68 P.S. I had the Best TAC Party in Nam!!!!!!!!!!!