Double Trouble

As mentioned in a previous story, Whitemouth Manitoba was my first posting upon graduation from the RCMP training “Depot” in Regina, Saskatchewan, and by May of 1977 I was in a very comfortable personal and professional groove. A policeman for four years and married for almost three, Terry and I were very happy and socially active in the community and both of us were fully comfortable in our careers, she as the regional public heath nurse and I as one of three regional law enforcement officers.

Early May in Whitemouth Detachment area was the best time of year, and on this particular Wednesday afternoon the wonderful fresh spring day was sunny and warm. The gloom of winter had passed and the highways had long since lost their inconsistent coats of ice and sandy grit. Drivers could again have faith that a snowy shoulder or black-ice sheen would not alter their destined path along the course of their voyage. Continue reading “Double Trouble”

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Lucky Luis

In July 1981 my wife Terry and I were transferred from Wabowden, Manitoba to the capital city of Winnipeg. At this point in time I have 8 years of service with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police; she and I have been married for 7 years. While both of us worked at our respective careers during this period of time, the three latest postings had her scrambling to find self-fulfilling employment within her field. The move to Winnipeg promised to stabilize our roots, give Terry deeper opportunities and shift our gaze and goal toward expanding our family.

Since my graduation from the RCMP academy in 1973, I had been wearing the RCMP uniform and conducting provincial and criminal code investigations in small towns and villages in the northern and southern regions of Manitoba. My working dress was exclusively a highly visible uniform. My transfer to Winnipeg, a city of 650,000 people,  and to the Immigration and Passport Section (I&P) changed my dress as well as shifted my investigative focus to the enforcement of a federal statute, the Immigration and Citizenship Act.

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Wily Willy

In this story, I have changed all names but one and edited details to protect confidentiality, privacy and investigative techniques. The name, Sergeant Willy Keubler is real. While Willy was not my direct supervisor in the Winnipeg Drug Section, he was one of the Members of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police that I learned from and shared many laughs with. Willy was a big man with an even bigger heart. Unfortunately he passed too soon. He is remembered fondly by me through this story.

In 1986 I was working as part of a “street detail” team in the Winnipeg Drug Section. As a team our job was to act on incoming intelligence from a variety of different sources to either prove or disprove the existence of high-level drug trafficking activity. Probes or mini-investigations were conducted on this intelligence to determine the seriousness and authenticity of the criminal activity. If confirmed, the file was passed onto a project team who would then create an operational plan that would be approved by management. Management would then allocate sufficient financial and human resources to fund the project. Often times, our team was seconded part time to take part in more complex investigations. Such was the case in February 1986.

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Soon Gone

via Daily Prompt: Gone

First love, a very special place
For all of us to know
A time of life not circumspect
We grab the ball and go.
A child perhaps, or two or three
They’re fun to watch and grow
And keep them close and long until
It’s time to let them go.
Close friends and family guide our lives
Our karma from them flow
Pick fruit now from the wisest trees
That make you stronger, Go!
Our lives are short, and fragile too
Ride fast with hope, hang-on
Seek out your blessings every day
Too soon you will be Gone.