Stories of the Highway Patrol
by Harry C. Wallace, CMSgt [Ret.]
One night, as we patrolled a
section known to be a bit rowdy and where the local beer joints were off
limits, I notice a parked vehicle bearing GI license plates.
I entered the establishment and immediately noticed a First Lieutenant,
SAF-type sitting at the bar making time with a couple of German women.
He was wearing WWII ribbons.
Way too young for those, I thought, plus he wasn't acting the way
an officer should. I asked
him to leave ASAP. He
complied. Before he drove
off, I took his license plate number down for future reference along
with the name on his nametag.
Upon returning to the station that night, I called a couple of the Air Bases to see if they had such a First Lieutenant. All replied in the negative except for one who replied that they had an Airman First Class with the same name [he had been stupid enough to wear his real name tag] who was AWOL. I immediately placed an APB out on the fellow and looked for him long and wide for about a week. Lo and behold, one day I got a call from the gas station next to our station house. The attendant said the fellow we had a wanted poster out for had stopped for gas and presently was in the latrine. You can imagine how fast I ran to that latrine! There he was without either his bars or his superior attitude. I turned him over to the Air Force and was satisfied to learn that he received a special court martial for posing as an officer and being AWOL.
This story previously appeared in Volume # 2, Issue # 2, May 1999 of "THE WHITE MICE"