I used to load 19 rounds into my mags, and carry 2 cloth bandoleers. In Hollywood, they carry a mag on their helmet, or a band of M-60 rounds up there(?). In reality, it was tooooo hot to even wear a helmet (and the flak vest we put under our seat to protect our family jewls!) and wore a boonie hat.
When I was on recon, I taped two mags togather to fire 39 rounds in a hurry. I practiced hitting the ground on my elbows to keep the mag from digging into the ground. The idea was to fire as many rounds as posable in the triple canapy jungle. The loud, unstable M-16 rounds would bounce around the jungle like a shotgun. You never saw your target, you just shot at a noise or a flash.
I never walked point, flank, or drag, so I staied in the middle of the patrol. I was too stupid for point, and would get lost on flank... I just needed to stay away from drag! Some times I carried the M-60 or RTO (S**t) The Pric-25 was a bitch!
My partner liked the M-79 with the shot-gun rounds, but one day he sliped on a log crossing a stream.. another combat loss. No one wanted to dive into the water to retreve the M-79. We were humping to our pick-up point nearby.
Taping the mag on something hard wouldn't hurt, but it was not necessary in our AO. Vietnam was a different war for every part of the country. I was in the central highlands, and we had jungle, open planes, hills and mts. that we had to hump.
In basecamp (Camp Enari), things were a lot different from being out in the boonies or the bush. At Earni, when I wasn't out doing an artillery survey I would get other duties. Bunker guard, duty driver, convoy driver, recon patrol, KP, grab a**, BS, drink warm beer, fill sandbags, build bunkers, hump 100lbs bags of cement, ect. If it moved silute it, if it didn't move paint it!
Although, durring the monsoon, it got cold at night in the mts. There were times I wore a halmet, usally while on bunker guard or when an officer was around. Not very often in my experiences in Nom.
We had a 2LT on our OP for about a month, and he got us to build two small bunkers to replace out tent. Then he came down with malaria and I never saw him again.
Thanx Dante'
