Sunday, March 28, 2004
Scene from a Western
I was in the Humvee turret gunning on the lead vehicle on a night patrol. We were running up and down the main drag for a while when we pulled onto a neighborhood street. The cartway became narrow and I started eyeing every roof top. Little kids and shoppers were staring at us. Then we started rolling around barricades and I got nervous. We pulled up to a gate where a bunch of stoic looking individuals opened it to let us in. Everyone then got out and starting shaking hands. “This is a friendly neighborhood and a good police station,” one of the veterans said. The local barber then walked down to give us $2 haircuts and the kids got us some sodas. I realized I had just played the newbie straight arrow - it was a typecast role.
I was in the Humvee turret gunning on the lead vehicle on a night patrol. We were running up and down the main drag for a while when we pulled onto a neighborhood street. The cartway became narrow and I started eyeing every roof top. Little kids and shoppers were staring at us. Then we started rolling around barricades and I got nervous. We pulled up to a gate where a bunch of stoic looking individuals opened it to let us in. Everyone then got out and starting shaking hands. “This is a friendly neighborhood and a good police station,” one of the veterans said. The local barber then walked down to give us $2 haircuts and the kids got us some sodas. I realized I had just played the newbie straight arrow - it was a typecast role.
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