62nd Highway Patrol (MP)
 Germany      1948 - 1958

Stories of the Highway Patrol








I will start by saying that the events in this article are a true experience of at least two Highway Patrolmen.  The names have been omitted to protect those involved.


During my first month of duty at the Stuttgart station, a certain sergeant and I were on patrol together and received a call to investigate a traffic accident.  Arriving on the scene, we found a minor accident between a German civilian and an American soldier who just happened to be a medic at the local dispensary.  There were no injuries and little damage to the vehicles.


During the investigation, the medic was given several breaks on the report in an effort to keep him from getting into trouble since he had been at fault in the accident.  After the investigation was finished, the medic told us that if we ever needed any medical help to call upon him.  He added that should the need arise we were to come to his barracks after hours and that he would be most happy to help us.  This is commonly referred to as “you scratch my back and I will scratch yours”.


It was not long before the sergeant and I found two nice looking German girls one night and took them out for a night on the town.  It wasn’t long, just three days after our night on the town, we found ourselves in need of some medical attention.  We decided that the time had come for us to call upon our medic friend.  The medic was true to his word and we received the best of care.


We found the need to return to our medic friend more than once.  Each time we were well taken care of [all of the shots were off the record of course].  After receiving the shots, the sergeant and I would go downtown and try to drink the town dry before going home.  The next night we were back visiting our medic friend for another shot.  This went on for approximately five days when I finally told the sergeant that I was going back to the barracks instead of going downtown and get drunk.  This time the medicine worked like a charm.


This is a story of just some of the things that you do when you are young and foolish, I am sure that many of us have had a similar experience in our younger days.  To me this seemed funny at the time, today, looking back I see it in a different light.  Thanks to the good medic, we have a chance today to laugh and ponder the things we did in those years.




This story previously appeared in Volume # 5, Issue # 2, Mar-Apr 2002 edition of "THE WHITE MICE"


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