Thursday, December 26, 2013
ing our guns off our asses and yawning, and the old cops told stories.
It was a horrible crew of men, men with cop souls, all except Henri and me. Henri was only trying to make a living; so was I, but these men
wanted to make arrests and get compliments from the Chief in town. They
even went so far as to say that if you didn’t make at least one arrest a
month you’d be fired. I gulped at the prospect of making an arrest.
What actually happened was that I was as drunk as anybody in the
barracks the night all hell broke loose. This was the night when the
schedule was so arranged that I was alone for six hours…the only cop on
the grounds; and not that anybody knew it, but everybody in the barracks
seemed to have gotten drunk that night. It was because their ship was
leaving in the morning. They drank like seamen do the night before the
anchor goes up. I sat in the office, in a rolltop chair, with my feet on
the desk, reading Blue Book adventures about Oregon and the north
country, when I suddenly realized there was a great hum of activity in
the usually quiet night. I went out. Lights were burning in practically
every damned shack on the grounds. Men were shouting; bottles were
breaking. It was do or die for me. I took my flashlight and went to the
noisiest door and knocked. Someone opened it about six inches. “What do
you want?” I said “I’m guarding these barracks tonight and you boys are
supposed to keep quiet as much as you can” or some such silly remark.
They slammed the door in my face. I stood looking at the wood of it
against my nose. It was like a Western movie; the time had come for me
to assert myself. I knocked again. They opened up wide this time.
“Listen” I said “I don’t want to come around bothering you fellows but
I’ll lose my job if you make too much noise.” “Who are you?” “I’m a
guard here.” “Never seen you before.” “Well, here’s my badge.” “What are
you doing with that pistolcracker on your ass?” “It isn’t mine” I
apologized “I borrowed it.” “Have a drink, for krissakes.” I didn’t mind
if I would. I took two. I said “Okay boys? You’ll keep quiet boys? I’ll
get hell you know.” “It’s all right kid,” they said, “go make your
rounds, come back for another drink if you want one.” And I went to all
the doors in this manner and pretty soon I was as drunk as anybody else.
Come dawn,
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