I was goofing around one day on the pier where I was stationed on an Army boat while enjoying sunny southeast Asia back in '70. A jeep came roaring down the pier, pulled up alongside where I was standing and both driver and brown bar lieutenant bailed out rushing down to the office at the end of the pier where our makeshift company area was. I looked at the jeep and young brown bar had left his web belt with canteen, medical pouch, holster and fully loaded 1911 and clip pouch slung over the back of his seat. I picked it up and walked into the welding shack, slid it behind some empty tanks, went back to where they sold cold Cokes for .50 a piece, popped a can and hung out. They never came in the shack, that was what we used to relocation.
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