I was with an Israeli friend from Haifa who I had met during the tragic 1972 Munich Olympics in Munich. He invited me to come visit him a year later, which I did. When his tank unit got called up, he asked me to accompany him so I could return his taxicab to Haifa.
Instead, we got sent out to pick up his fellow reservists who had caught rides to military checkpoints but needed a ride on to his deployed unit's location. His C.O. found out I had been a US tank crewman and asked if I could help get their 17 tanks ready for the backed-up crews; they had fewer that 1 man/vehicle at the time. I told him getting the 2 Browning co-ax machineguns and the tank commander's .50 would be no problem, and once he got one other gunner available, we could boresight the main guns.
About the third day he came over with a 9mm Uzi, and asked me if I was familiar with them, which I was since the West German Army used the MP2 Uzi as their tanker's weapon. He kind of smiled, gave me the weapon and 5 loaded magazines in a pouch, and told me not to expect and visiting Syrians or Jordanians to be very interested in checking for an American passport before beheading me.
We were on the Jordanian frontier. Aside from those serving with Syrian forces elsewhere, for the most part the Jordanians did not come into the war. 