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While at the 503rd MP Co, my roommate and I decided that we each wanted to buy switch blades at the little knife store in Friedberg, FRG. I wanted to get one to take back to the States with me before I ETS'd.
After we each got one, I came back to the room and put mine in my wall locker and hid it. Higher-ups frowned upon us having them. They only lead to trouble. They were oh, so, right.
My roommate Ricky thought that they were cool and carried his on his person all the time...while off duty of course. Weeks later there was a festival in downtown Friedberg and Ricky went, and as usual, carrying his knife. That was on a Saturday.
Next morning, Ricky wakes up to tell me he did a "bad thing" last night. I asked him what. He tells me that he stabbed a "Hermann". Hermann is the nick-name that we gave any German National. I say "WHAT??" He says that he stabbed a Hermann and procedes to tell me the story.
Ricky had been drinking (big surprise) and was walking down the sidewalk with a couple of buddies from 2/27 FA when the German guy in front of him turns around and decks him. Ricky tries to get up and the German decks him again. Ricky tells me that he says, "Fu*k this!" and pulls out his knife and stabbs the guy 5 or 6 times and then runs off. As it turns out, one of Ricky's "buddies" had pinched the German guy's girl-friend on the butt while walking behind. She tells him and he wheels around and punches the first guy he sees. That would be Ricky.
Just so you know, the German guy lives. Evidently, no vital organs hit. It was in broad daylight and Ricky was easily identified. Since we worked closely with the Polizei, they knew Ricky and knew that he did it, but for some reason did not come knocking...at least right away.
Here is where I come in. After hearing the story, I ask Ricky where the knife is. He tells me and I pull it out of his pants pocket. He's still hung-over so I open it up, take it to the sink in the latrine and wash what little blood was on it, off. I then take it outside and throw it into the fire pond out back of the barracks. It wasn't until a little later that I realized what I had just done trying to protect my friend. I knew that this wasn't going to play out well and now I have just involved myself.
For several weeks nothing was said and nothing happened. Everybody knew about it except the higher-ups. We would see our Polizei buddies and they would always ask, "Ricky in jail yet?" We would blow it off or just say no. I was sweating it, too. I figured it was only a matter of time and then they would find out I helped him. Believe it or not, nothing happened for almost 6 months. I had already ETS'd and was back in the states when it caught up to Ricky. I heard he went to Mannheim. Not a good place to be as a former MP.
Well, I know it's long, but that's the dumbest thing I ever did. Mike
While at the 503rd MP Co, my roommate and I decided that we each wanted to buy switch blades at the little knife store in Friedberg, FRG. I wanted to get one to take back to the States with me before I ETS'd.
After we each got one, I came back to the room and put mine in my wall locker and hid it. Higher-ups frowned upon us having them. They only lead to trouble. They were oh, so, right.
My roommate Ricky thought that they were cool and carried his on his person all the time...while off duty of course. Weeks later there was a festival in downtown Friedberg and Ricky went, and as usual, carrying his knife. That was on a Saturday.
Next morning, Ricky wakes up to tell me he did a "bad thing" last night. I asked him what. He tells me that he stabbed a "Hermann". Hermann is the nick-name that we gave any German National. I say "WHAT??" He says that he stabbed a Hermann and procedes to tell me the story.
Ricky had been drinking (big surprise) and was walking down the sidewalk with a couple of buddies from 2/27 FA when the German guy in front of him turns around and decks him. Ricky tries to get up and the German decks him again. Ricky tells me that he says, "Fu*k this!" and pulls out his knife and stabbs the guy 5 or 6 times and then runs off. As it turns out, one of Ricky's "buddies" had pinched the German guy's girl-friend on the butt while walking behind. She tells him and he wheels around and punches the first guy he sees. That would be Ricky.
Just so you know, the German guy lives. Evidently, no vital organs hit. It was in broad daylight and Ricky was easily identified. Since we worked closely with the Polizei, they knew Ricky and knew that he did it, but for some reason did not come knocking...at least right away.
Here is where I come in. After hearing the story, I ask Ricky where the knife is. He tells me and I pull it out of his pants pocket. He's still hung-over so I open it up, take it to the sink in the latrine and wash what little blood was on it, off. I then take it outside and throw it into the fire pond out back of the barracks. It wasn't until a little later that I realized what I had just done trying to protect my friend. I knew that this wasn't going to play out well and now I have just involved myself.
For several weeks nothing was said and nothing happened. Everybody knew about it except the higher-ups. We would see our Polizei buddies and they would always ask, "Ricky in jail yet?" We would blow it off or just say no. I was sweating it, too. I figured it was only a matter of time and then they would find out I helped him. Believe it or not, nothing happened for almost 6 months. I had already ETS'd and was back in the states when it caught up to Ricky. I heard he went to Mannheim. Not a good place to be as a former MP.
Well, I know it's long, but that's the dumbest thing I ever did. Mike
The vans were made of magnesium and we were told they would burn to the ground in a few minutes.
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