The cat's name was Charlie. My FSG was also a vietnam vet and we found him at a gas station in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. The cat just hopped in our truck and rode with us the next several hours until we got back to our main camp.

I honestly can't tell. It may have been. I never drove any civilian vehicles while I was there. I do remember many of our officers that got assigned some with AC and how annoyed they would get when they had to row down their windows at checkpoints to give the password of the day.