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.

Dumpster Diving

“For this story, while the events are true, the names of individuals and cities have been changed to protect confidentiality and privacy.”

I got the call at home on Christmas Eve.  Eve, or evening is the time of day between six p.m. and bedtime, so in reality it was only my eve, as the rest of the family had retired for the night. The girls of course had been in a rush to go to bed, their theory being, the faster they went to sleep, the faster that Santa would arrive and the sooner they could rise for freshly baked cinnamon buns, empty their Christmas stocking and scope out the bounty that was under the tree. Simple needs in a complex world.

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Rescue at Nutimik Lake

Circa 1977 and I have 4 years of service with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. During that time, I have been posted at a three-man detachment at Whitemouth, Manitoba. Whitemouth is the largest of several small mixed farming communities within the East-Man Region of Manitoba, hence the chosen location for the regional police office. Whitemouth also guards the western border of the Whiteshell Provincial Park. Hard working and law abiding, the population in all communities within the region was very pro-police and the local police officers were in turn very pro-community. Generally, the incidents of crime ranged from minor traffic accidents to personal and public disputes, while the “clients” most often encountered were more characters than criminals. For the most part, single man work-shifts were conducted throughout the region covering 16 hours of the day. The remaining coverage was on a call-out basis. Many complaints or calls for service were routed to us through the headquarters detachment in Winnipeg. Any overtime worked was unpaid and rarely rescheduled.

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Handcuffed

The RCMP is Canada’s national police service, whose mandate is to provide federal law enforcement to all Canadian provinces and territories. With the exception of Ontario and Quebec (who have their own provincial police) 8 provinces and three territories also contract “The Force” to offer policing service to provincial, municipal and aboriginal communities. The RCMP training academy (Depot Division) is located in Regina. I was accepted as a 3rd Class Constable to “Depot” in May 1973.

In 1973, employment in the RCMP was restricted to single men only. A rigorous recruitment criterion was used to select young males with a demonstrated work ethic and a personality suited to a para-military environment.

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