By Bud Harton
Over the years, I have read a lot of posts badmouthing the M60 machinegun. I always thought that strange because that wasn’t my experience at all. Back in 1966-68, I used an M60 every day and I would guess that I fired in excess of a half-million rounds through mine.
The video above is of me and my buddy Jim who was a fellow crew chief on another aircraft. On the day the video was made he was flying with me because his aircraft was down for maintenance.
Jim stayed in Vietnam just as long as I did, but he was truly a badass. Once, in a landing zone, when we were both still on “slicks” – the UH-1D troop carriers – one of the aircraft in our flight hit a tree stump on landing and rolled over on the its left side, pinning the gunner and one grunt.
We had landed in a partially flooded rice paddy and while an aircraft hovered up to the rolled-over bird, Jim climbed up on top of the downed aircraft and attached a rope to the cargo hook of the hovering slick and then to the door frame of the downed bird.
Then, while the hovering aircraft strained to lift the Huey up (sort of like grabbing yourself by the hair and lifting yourself off the ground) Jim crawled underneath the downed aircraft and pulled the grunt and the pinned gunner out. The grunt had drowned but he got the gunner out.
Badassery at its best.
But, this is about the M60, or as we called it, the pig. We fired our door guns from a bungee cord that was hanging from the ceiling of the aircraft. We had highly modified our guns and that included adding a half-length of operating rod and putting a couple of nickels or washers under the buffer in the butt stock.
That brought the cyclic rate of fire up to somewhere over 1,000 rounds per minute. We couldn’t tell the exact rate because we had no way of timing it, but I carried about 2,500 rounds in a minigun ammo can on the floor between my legs and it sure didn’t last very long. You couldn’t hear individual shots.
We also twisted off the flash suppressor from the barrels and removed the bipod legs. By “twisted off” I mean that literally. We put the barrel in a vise in the gun shack and used a big honking pipe wrench to twist it off. We didn’t bother removing the locking pin first so once you put the flash suppressor back on the barrel it was only a matter of time until it went down range while you were firing.
In the aircraft, because the guns were ‘free’ — that is, not restrained by a mount and without a brass catcher — we had to make accommodations to keeping the brass inside the aircraft. That was because the brass flying out the right door would sail through the tail rotor.
Losing a tail rotor or even damaging one while flying at 90 knots at fifty feet in altitude is a really bad thing. So, being highly motivated and absolutely dedicated to having firepower on the right side of the ship, we hung the right door gun upside down. Take a look at that video again and watch Jim on the right side.
Here’s a frame from it that shows him firing. Notice his M60 and the rounds ejecting to the left. You can see the front sight is upside down.
All of the gunship door gunners developed incredibly ugly and deformed little fingers.
When we were hard up for ammo, and it sometimes happened we were forced to use the straight 200-round cans consisting of four ball and one tracer. But in good times, we re-armed with 200-round cans (and later 1500 round cans) of 100% tracer. That was tre-F-ing-mendous for starting fires and getting on target with a minimum number of rounds expended. And of course, it was really pretty at night.
We typically laid down suppressive fire while the aircraft was making a gun run at a target on the ground. Sometimes that was at a specific target and lots of times it was along a tree line bordering a field or rice paddy that was soon to become a landing zone. We fired to suppress enemy fire and also to cover our wingman as he made his run.
We normally operated in a race track pattern using two gunships known as a light fire team. (A heavy fire team was three aircraft.) The object, as we started our attack, was to have the second ship start their attack as the lead ship was already breaking out to the left or right. We would then operate at 180 degrees from each other with the inside door gunners firing below their wingman’s aircraft.
That sometime went badly. In the Spring of 1968, I had the door gunner of a wingman who was firing down at enemy troops bounce one of his rounds in a flooded rice paddy and had it ricochet right into the engine oil reservoir of my aircraft. Down we went when the turbine engine blades welded themselves together.
But, this method worked great as enemy troops (or a lot of innocent trees in the jungle) were subjected to a tremendous volume of fire. That’s because we didn’t fire the traditional 6 to 8-round bursts. We fired 100, 200 or even 300-round bursts. Once we started the long descent towards the target, we kept the triggers squeezed and the gunner that was on the inside of the turn kept firing all the way back out.
If we were receiving a lot fire (and because we were always low, you could hear as well as see it) both gunners often kept firing and used the entire 180 degrees available to them. That’s why you often see pictures where a gunship door gunner is standing outside the aircraft on the skid below the fuselage. Using 100% tracers. We could even fire straight back to mark an enemy position so the following wingman could hit it with his aircraft armament.
Shooting long strings of ammo like that generated a lot of heat. You could tell when your barrel was getting too hot because it would start glowing red right behind the gas piston. We always carried as many spare barrels as we could scrounge and that usually meant at least three a piece. But I can remember times when I had up to six.
There were times, though, when you couldn’t stop firing and let the barrel cool. Any enemy position that had a belt fed automatic weapon meant we had to put as much fire on them as possible because it only took one bullet hitting a vulnerable spot (engine, transmission, tail rotor gear box) to put you down right now.
When someone did lock onto us or get lucky, you could hear the rounds hitting the aircraft or the blades. A sudden “whirring” sound meant you had taken a hit in a rotor blade, and the occasional “tink, tink, tink’ meant you had rounds going through the fuselage.
When you heard a “thunk!”, that meant something solid was hit. Time would suddenly stand still and you could see all four of our heads swivel to the center of the cockpit instrument cluster where all the warning lights were located and nobody took a breath until we assured ourselves nothing was suddenly throwing a red flashing light.
When we were firing the door guns like that, the barrel would start to glow red like I described before. But if we had to keep shooting, we ignored it and it would then turn yellow. As it slowly turned white, the barrel would start to droop, your rounds were no longer impacting where you were aiming and the only thing you could do then was flip the barrel release lever up, fire another round and let the bullet carry the useless barrel “down range.”
We fired a lot. During an ongoing operational mission supporting troops in the field (almost every day) it was normal to rearm/refuel two-four times a day. Each time, that meant 1500-2500 rounds for each door gun, 3600 rounds for each minigun and 14 aerial rockets at a time.
During the 1968 Tet Offensive, there were many days when we launched, arrived at the target, expended all of our ordinance and returned to base all within 45 minutes. We normally didn’t even shut down the aircraft while we feverishly reloaded and pumped 1200 pounds of JP4 fuel onboard and launched again.
There were times when I pulled an Intermediate maintenance inspection (after 25 flight hours) every other day and there were times we skipped the inspection due to operational necessities. Those were times when I listened to every little noise the components made especially closely.
So in my experience, the M60 was the perfect weapon for a big chunk of my life. It did everything I asked it to do and when it broke, it could be fixed immediately and gotten back into the fight. Every time I go shooting now, I really miss it.
Great info. Thank you for sharing
nothing would induce the pucker-factor more than seeing red lights flashing on the pilots control panel!…..
Yes,,,
This article brought back a lot of memories.
I myself, had a lot of respect for the M60.
Great story. Thank you. And if no one else has told you yet, Welcome home.
I would never turn down one of those “terrible” M60 machine guns. Just as I would never turn down one of those “terrible” British sten guns.
“I would never turn down one of those “terrible” British sten guns.”
If we get the registry re-opened, a knock-off Sten with an improvement like taking Glock 30-round sticks would be about the cheapest way to get an SMG, like 2-3 hundred bucks…
Registry re-opened? What examples or analogs from the late 18th and very early 19th century of gun registration laws are there? 🙂 It is the new standard, after all.
Give it a bit of time, there are folks right now working on doing just that.
Along with forcing the slave states to allow suppressors and other fun ‘toys’.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bt9I0plRoGs
The low cost Hi Point is the semi auto modern version, of the $10 sten sub machine gun. Both get no respect.
my Sten must have been unusual…little sucker was really accurate!
Great, great post. American soldiers are endlessly inventive. If there’s a problem, they will come up with a way to solve that problem.
Great story. More like this please.
Great Post, Thanks for Your Service.
“Then, while the hovering aircraft strained to lift the Huey up (sort of like grabbing yourself by the hair and lifting yourself off the ground) Jim crawled underneath the downed aircraft and pulled the grunt and the pinned gunner out. The grunt had drowned but he got the gunner out.”
Bad-ass to the *bone*. R.I.P., anonymous grunt.
In 66-68, my old man was there as well. If your bird ever took a drink of tanker gas, it might have been him…
off topic I know… but has anyone ever used a Swampfox BLADE 1X25 prism red dot?
looking at one of them right now brand new my brother got for free as a sample give away. just wondering what people who have used one long term thought about it.
Red dot sights got little cameras in them so the sea eye a can spy on you, and it was free, another red(ha) flag and has probably got two or three cameras in it and a listening device.
I would tell him to wrap it in tin foil and throw it in a Hunter B dumpster if it was me.
That should have been “Swampfox BLADE 1X25 prism red dot scope”
Thanks for your story, I always appreciate them, but above all, thanks for being there for us and thank you for your service.
Wowwww great stories. That is awesome. Thanks for your service
Bud, As a Marine Armorer with 1/9 (“The Walking Dead”) in 1966 1967, I repaired/maintained my share of M-60s. Could you expand on this part in your story, “We had highly modified our guns and that included adding a half-length of operating rod and putting a couple of nickels or washers under the buffer in the butt stock.”? Thanks
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“But if we had to keep shooting, we ignored it and it would then turn yellow. As it slowly turned white, the barrel would start to droop, your rounds were no longer impacting where you were aiming and the only thing you could do then was flip the barrel release lever up, fire another round and let the bullet carry the useless barrel “down range.””
I have wondered how the MG crews changed red-hot barrels.
How brilliant, let ‘Lake City’ do the hot work for you… 🙂
remember that old asbestos mitten?
https://donmooreswartales.com/2019/10/30/marine-cpl-ray-kelley-led-his-machine-gun-team-through-hell-in-vietnam/
member of our church. a real deal character
Thank your for your story! Fascinating in every way.
I started serving in 1986. My experience as a light infantryman was different but I respected the M60. At that time, the M60s required constant maintenance and bore-scoping. The guns were old, not bad.
The M60s needed to be serviced at depot or replaced with new M60s. There was no need to replace it with the M240. In my opinion, the M60 is much easier to carry and use dismounted than the M240.
awesome story thanks for telling it. from one veteran to another Welcome home!!!
i always thank God for the Black/Yellow handles next to my ears in the F-4.
I was a tank crewman in Vietnam from mid-1968 (backfill behind Tet-68) to mid-1969. Our tanks normally had a crew of four: the tank commander, the driver, the loader, and a “gunner” but the gunner wasn’t down inside the turret in what the rest of the Army thought was the gunner’s position — on our tanks the gunner was riding on top with an M60 machine gun, watching the rear.
We never increased the rate of fire on our ’60s — in fact, many of use used tricks to reduce the rate of fire slightly (down from the nominal 600-650/min to something closer to 500/min). To the best of my knowledge, none of OUR ’60s ever jammed, certainly mine never did. About the only cases I knew of where an M60 jammed were when grunts tried to play Pancho Villa carrying belts of machine gun ammo across their chest or around their waist. That gun could take a lot of abuse, but it would NOT handle ammo with twisted links or mud, leaves, and twigs caught in the belt of ammo.
Firing the normal 4-1 mix (not all tracer), we never got our barrels white hot, but red was common in a firefight and we got to yellow more than occasionally.
Fuck Kaylee Hill!
I didn’t have an M60, just my rifle, but we really appreciated those M60s floating on high when we needed help.
Semper Fi !
Just finished reading a short bio of Joe Ronnie Hooper, Congressional Medal of Honor recipient and a whole raft of other medals including 8 Purple Hearts. He did six tours in Vietnam. His life bio is on Kindle. I read it several years ago. He is credited with personally killing 117 enemy troops during his six tours. I think SSgt Hooper had a severe case of PTSD because when he wasn’t in combat he wage a lot of hand-to-hand with John Barleycorn. He was most definitely not a stateside, spit and polish trooper. The short bio is on infidel.com. They also have some other bios of some outstanding troopers. Hooper’s bio is on Kindle and it might even be free. It has been too many years and books ago to remember. I highly recommend reading his bio. Warning, it may make you a bit moist around the eyeballs.
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