Re: Butter-Bars . . .
A certain Lt. Lundy, from my earlier days in the jungles of Panama (circa 1976-1979), comes readily to mind. You could tell you were in for hell if he stood with his left heel on top of his right foot, hands firmly gripping the necks of the canteens on his LBE belt, staring down at a spread map on the ground. If he was thinking that hard, he was just plain lost, and we were more than likely on the long road to our destination.
On the bright side, he did stop quite a bit to research his map, which allowed plenty of rest time whenever he was leading the way,
Dan