Guarding A Marijuana Loaded Plane.
Guarding A Marijuana Airplane
September 4, 2010 Saturday.
It happened a long time ago when I was a young deputy in the volunteers. I was a commissioned officer in the Mobile Enforcement Division as a uniformed deputy sheriff.
I was a ride along with a senior officer. We received a call, a code to proceed to the sub station where obviously a large number of arrests were taking place. When we arrived there, there were wall to wall criminals , and I mean some very ignorant ones.
They had a lot of money, but suprisingly without much since. They were dealers to put it mildly. They were on board a DC 7 and it was fully loaded with bails of Marijuana. The airplane was filled with millions of dollars worth of Marijuana. They did not know they had narcotics agents with them in their airplane prepared to arrest them.
Narcotics agents are very cool and know everything there is about dope. One of my best friends was a narcotics agent. I loaned him my motorcycle, and he borrowed my leather jacket, and some of my clothes. I gave him some information that would put some major criminals in prison. A very large number of criminals made national news , and were on television news years ago.
I believe half the crew on the airplane involved narcotics agents. Everyone had smiles on their faces, even the criminals. Why I have no idea. The entire sub station was filled with luggage, and valuables that the criminals had in their possession. The criminals wore the finest clothes money could buy, and very expensive jewelry.
I think at the time the arrest happened it might have been one of the largest drug busts that ever took place in the United States. Deputies were all over the area. A lot of folks wore expensive blue jeans and high priced cowboy hats, nothing cheap. Cowboy boots were made of the finest materials money could buy. Bonds were set very high. I heard that the criminals , many of them posted bonds for trials later I believe.
My senior officer and I, and another two deputies had an assignment to guard the DC 7 that was completely loaded with dope. We sat in our police cars with high powered rifles just in case some crack pots would be dumb enough to try to steal the arijuana plane.
Nothing happened of course. However we did get to carry some very special weapons. Years ago the weapons we had in our possession were high tech at the time. There just every day kind of guns probably for special soldiers today. My senior officer had a pretty gun. His rifle was all black. It actually looked like a big toy, but it had some kind of beam device on it. All my partner had to do was to point a laser spot light on whatever he wanted to hit and simply pull the trigger. It took all the fun out of aiming.
The gun was convenient because it was neat for night targets. We were out in the boon docks of and air field.
Two of our other buddies were in another police car. One of them carried his own choice of weapons. The guy never went anywhere without his very large 44 magnum revolver. Boy that was a big gun. My 357 magnum stainless steel revolver was my choice of weapons along with a shotgun. Buck shot has no conscience , it just seeks out and obliterates.
I knew it would be a quiet night. No one in their right mind would take us on even for however many millions that junk was worth in that airplane. All that stinking dope and not once in my life have I ever smoked a single marijuana cigarette.
I have smelled the stuff. I think I threw some away once. One day we caught a guy with a bag of marijuana in his car. I found it in his car during a traffic search. He was just some fool jerk with his pot in his car on his way home from work.
My partner at the time was a cool guy. The violator was definitely a working stiff with a wife and kids. I gave him a very hard look, and gave him a very strict warning. I told him that if I ever catch his sorry self on the highway again with dope that I would nail him to a wall. I said do not let me see you again under these kind of circumstances. I dumped his marijuana out of his little plastic bag. My senior officer looked a bit surprised, but then he was back to normal. The wind just blew the stuff out into the air.
I told the violator to get his self on home, and to put some God darn milk in his family's refrigerator and to stop screwing around. The guy thanked me a dozen times and swore to me that he would never smoke pot again, or buy it. Well I do not know if he was a liar or not, but I figured I would cut him some slack , like they say on television.
In a way I was kind of curious about marijuana. I wondered what was all the big deal about the stuff. Maybe I should have smoked at least one of the darn things to see what the big deal was all about, but I have always made a strict promise to myself never to experiment with illegal drugs. Definitely never try crack cocaine. They say that just using it once can become addictive.
I have seen many poor souls on illegal drugs. Heroin was real bad. I helped put over eighteen Heroin dealers behind bars. I was just a stupid kid, and someone tried to introduce me to Heroin in a big city once. I reported the gloomy junk and miserable stuff I saw to narcotics agents. My information helped in the arrest of major criminals before I even wore a badge. They went to prison.
I had to become a deputy sheriff in the mobile enforcement division. The things I would stick my nose in were dangerous. I also do not like people that ruin the lives of others.
As for that big old Marijuana airplane that was pretty boring junk. Watching the grass grow out on and old air strip and air field was not my idea of such a good time, but at least I got the opportunity to wear my fancy uniform and my stars on my short sleeved shirt.
I am glad it is finished. Now when I look back I no longer think much about stars and guns and thugs or running around to rush blood to a hospital. In a way I miss some things, and in a way I do not. Violence in life can really make you sick after a while. I got tired of putting some of the same criminals in jail.
I was really kind of too soft hearted for that kind of work. I felt sorry for everyone, even first degree murderers. I hated to see people behind bars. I never liked seeing people in cages.
When I once almost lost my mind over my dying mother, I had to wear handcuffs as I was driven to see a psychiatrist at a clinic. For the first time in my life I knew what it was to wear handcuffs. When the deputy found out I was a deputy, he told me he would take the cuffs off of me when I would meet the Psychiatrist. The Psychiatrist told me I was not nuts, just very depressed and troubled over my mother. Mom just plain suffered so much, and that ripped my mind to pieces .The nice officer that drove me to the doctor, also drove me too my car.
I thanked him for helping me. And for the first time in my life, from my own experience at that moment, I realized for a few minutes what is was like to be without any freedom with iron bracelits on my wrists. It is a terrible experience to lose your freedom only for five minutes. Imagine what it must be like to be in jail all of your life.
No matter what anyone says, being without freedom is and awful thing.
People wonder what success means. Success is having your freedom to do as you please. Success is being able to live like a human being to enjoy the beautiful and wonderful colorful world. Success is having a life with some smiles in it once in a while. It is about having and ability to love and share love. It is not about how rich you can become in cash.
I snapped out of my problem, whatever it was, very quickly when I wore those handcuffs for only a few minutes on my way to see a shrink.
The deputy passed right in front of my home. I thought to myself, look what the hell I done got myself into with all my cry baby balony. Now how in the hell will Joann take care of Becky by herself. I worked on becomming sane very fast. I had to be there for Joann. I could not afford the luxury of losing my mind over my dying mother. I had to help Joann, and Becky.
God Bless Everyone.