I just got back on this after spending 2 years in Colombia (sometimes reminded me of my '68 senior trip) and I still can't eat a lima bean. I think I met you while I was there, having spent all my time in the 1/27. I try not to think about it, but when you're being coptered into drilling sites, you automatically look to see where the patches on the bullet holes are located so you know whether to wear the flak jacket or sit on it.
Well, we may have met, I did spend a lot of time with the 1/27 - and the 2/27.
I always sat on my flak jacket.