A Warwagon Remembers Bruce Dorn, By Pappy Pendley, War Wagon Gunner/Observer Copyright 2002, All Rights reserved.     We were all sitting around the em hooch one night and we heard Bruce Dorn out in front holloring for us to "fall in".
    Formation? We're War Wagons. We don’t do formations.
    But wait a minute1 This was Bruce.
    So we all go outside. I guess there were about eight of us. We decieded we’d go along with him.
    We got into the best military formation we could come up with. He gets us turned around and we start marching. Somebody idiot even starts calling cadence.
    We had no idea where we were going. So we’re stumbling along and he marchs us right down to the Officer's Club .
    We halt. He single files us into the club. Then he breaks us into a column of twos, left face and puts us at parade rest.
    We still have no idea of what's going on.
    Bruce goes behind the bar, we see him lay down some money. Then he comes back and puts a bottle of “Matuse” in each of our pant leg cargo pockets. Then with about 16 bottles of wine in all our pockets he marches us out of the O’Club and back to the company.
    He was quite a guy!

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