I remember the M54A2 quite well. As the XO of HHT 2/11 ACR in 1979, I had several in my charge. One, M54A2, bumper number 444, was the bane of my existence for a while. I first saw it in 1977, when I was a Cavalry Platoon Leader. She was sitting forlornly in the motor pool on a low boy, transported from Grafewhor after the summer '77 tank gunnery. She'd lost her brakes downhill, and in an effort to stop, the driver had slammed it into reverse, ripping out the intermediate axle. I thought at the time what a sorry mess she was, covered in dirt, axle piled in the bed, and the "vultures" had already circled, removing parts to get other trucks back on the road. She sat there for two years, parts slowly being removed to get other trucks off "deadline". Then in the Spring of 1979, I was made XO of HHT, trading a perfectly good Platoon leader's position with Sheridans for a motor pool and a mess hall--and #444 amongst the 50 or so trucks in the HHT. I was given an ultimatum by Major Apler, the Squadron XO, to have #444 up and running in one month, or suffer the consequences since it had come to the attention of the V Corps IG that #444 had become a derelict and somebody was going to "pay" for it. The motor Sergeant told me he'd have it running by the appointed day. Major Apler suffered from gout, and didn't leave his office a lot. When the appointed day came around, I walked out to the motor pool, where the maintenance team had cleaned, repaired and replaced many parts on #444 and she was standing, gently idling. the Motor Sergeant and I hopped in, where I was dismayed to see there were no floor boards in the cab! My motor Sergeant explained they had been used to fix another distressed M54A2 the year before. He went on to say there were also no brakes in #444, and the intermediate and rear axles had no gears. He said -- "Sir, I'll drive #444 up to Major Aplers office, you hop out and have him stick his head out the window, where he can see the bumper number, and I'll hold her on the hill with the transmission (there was a slight rise in front of our HQ where Major Apler's office was). With trepidation, I figured it was the best plan for all concerned, and being relieved would at least deliver me from having to worry about #444 and mice in the mess hall. At the appointed time, we rolled up in front of Apler's office, I hopped out, ran up the stairs and dutifully announced to Maj. Apler "Sir, we've got #444 running again" pointing out the window (I wasn't lying). Apler stuck his head out the window, saw #444 idling out on the curb, turned around and said "Good job XO, now get out of my office and find something else to fix". As I gleefully hopped back into the cab, my feet positioned on the frame, with the pavement visible below the truck, my Motor Sergeant pulled away from the curb and the scrutiny of Major Apler's gaze. My stoic Motor Sergeant then said "Sir, you understand this is the first time and the last time this truck has run since 1977, and as soon as we get it back to the motor pool, we're going to park and hide it until we turn it in as salvage". Which is what we did until Maj. Apler left the Unit. In the meantime, we had fun shuttling #444 between motor pools and training areas as "tow practice". My Motor Sergeant was adept at changing bumper numbers of another better running M54A2 to "444" whenever Maj. Apler was expected in the area. Eventually, we were able to send 444 to the "Can point" (depot level cannibalization point) in Kitzigen for salvage as a "not cost effective--un-repairable over-milage vehicle"). It was then I realized the Army could have a lot in common with "McHales Navy"! I'm going to buy this new M54A2 and paint it up as #444.
VR, Russ