Our 3/4 ton trucks were 1950 Dodges. In the 1970s, the typical truck had 12,000 original miles on, with the Guard getting it brand new in 1951 or so. Probably due to lack of use, and improper break-in, each one of those trucks was a hugh oil burner.
It was SOP to stop the convoy each 100 miles to top off fuel, and add a quart or two of oil. Every one had at least a case of oil in the back to get them to Grayling.
One guy had the engine blow between one stop and the next. The motors NCO was screaming "court martial" until he was shown the eight empty oil cans rolling around in the back of the truck. Instead, they towed the truck back to Detroit, to be stripped for parts.
I was recently going through some paperwork and discovered your note that you sent me which accompanied the knife that was sent. I had set it aside to say "Thank You," but unfortunately misplaced your note until last week. I apologize for my long delay. Thank you for the wonderful gift of the knife. It sits proudly in my desk and I use it quite frequently. Obviously, every time I pull it out, I remember all of the great Americans of the Hobbit Hole and your overwhelming support while the Renegades were downrange.
I appreciate your support greatly as do the paratrooper that I serve with. Above all, I appreciate your prayers. Believe me, they inspired me and enabled me to "bring God to the soldiers and the soldiers to God." (mission of the Army Chaplain)
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." - Philippians 4:13
God bless you,
CH (CPT) Renegade Chaplain Chaplain, 307th FSB 82d Airborne Division
Before I finished typing this message, one of the paratroopers whom I serve with told me to say "Hello!"