THE TRIALS OF A HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
by Albert N. Levison
the summer of 1956, while assigned to the Nürnburg HP Station, my
partner [Spc. Drennan] and I had left the station on the 4 PM to
midnight shift. We were
proceeding from Nürnburg to the A-3 Autobahn on Zubringer Strasse, an
8-lane undivided highway. It
was a beautiful summer afternoon and the traffic at that time was, for
all practical purposes, nonexistent.
We had just stopped a Lieutenant for speeding in his C-Plate
vehicle. It was a classic
stop with the civilian vehicle pulled off the right side of the road and
the patrol car a short distance behind.
As I was checking the Lieutenant's documents, something hit me,
knocking me against the driver's door.
The Lieutenant's wife's eyes were about to bulge out, and I felt
a breezy coolness in the seat of my pants.
I had been struck by an old Citroen with Swedish license plates,
which continued down the road at an estimated speed of 10-15 MPH.
was no speed limit for this car but it continued slowly down the road.
Handing the documents back to the Lieutenant, I backed slowly
toward the patrol car. As I
got into the car, I told my shocked partner “Let's get him, he hit
me.” We soon overtook the vehicle, which was still roaring down
the road at the same speed. The
driver ignored our siren and lights, so we pulled along side and blew
the siren again. Again, we
were still ignored. I
observed that the driver was the sole occupant of the car and was
driving with both arms fully extended; leaned back over the back of the
front seat. He still
ignored us, so we pulled ahead to crowd him off the road.
At that time, I observed a plate affixed over his front license
plate. Yellow with three
black balls. He was BLIND.
After turning him over to the German Police, we proceeded to the
Nürnburg US Army Hospital, where I was repaired.
The forward facing door handle had raked across my posterior,
tearing my trousers, drawers and Sgt. Levison.
I next went home, changed my trousers, and we continued on
patrol. The German Police
fined the driver 5 Marks, released him, and I was denied gratuitous
reissue of trousers. If you
can think that far back, how was your day?
This story previously appeared in Volume # 3, Issue # 1, March 2000 of "THE WHITE MICE"