Right after WWII, my father-in-law was stationed at Fort Bliss and was ordered to accompany a young Army lieutenant to the border at Juarez to assist with a border riot that had broken out. A Mexican army major, with the approval of the lieutenant requested my father-in-law fire his truck-mounted .50 caliber "Ma Deuce" about six feet over the crowd just at dark. With the tracers flying overhead, my father-in-law said it was "nothing but asses and elbows" as the crowd fled.
One riot requires one Fifty. The bigger the trouble, the more Fifties you bring in.
LMAO!,,,”Whiff of the Grape”,,,IIRC,,,
I was last there in ‘66 as an 18yo GI,,,
(drank a whole dollar’s worth of Tu-Kill-Ya!)...;0/,oooooh!