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I can't listen to Eagles music ....
My fondest recollection was when I was reassigned to the Marion County Jail (Indianapolis) as the day shift commander after I made Lieutenant (LEO rank) in 1994. A deputy on the main desk asked me to come by on the first day. Ed Sosbe had served with the 1st Cav in RVN as a medic (he's since passed away from cancer due to Agent Orange exposure). Anyway, he tells me that he has someone (a correctional officer) that he wants me to meet. Shortly thereafter this overweight officer in his late twenties/early thirties comes into the room. I'm in my Lieutenant's uniform and this kid is in his correctional uniform.
My buddy introduces the guy (whose name I now don't remember, but starts with a "D", because we had no contact after this meeting) and says that we probably know many of the same people. He says, "Colonel R, I'd like you to meet C.O. "D"; he was in Special Forces in Viet Nam when he was captured by the NVA and held as a prisoner of war. They tortured him with Eagles music which is why we can't play it on the floors, because it drives him crazy." He looked directly into the guy's eyes and then said, "Colonel R is both Special Forces and a Ranger."
Before I could even get a word out of my mouth, the guy turns around and walks out of the jail. Later on I looked up his information in our personnel records and found that he would have been eight years old during the last year of the war. Just shows to go ya ....
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Last edited by UWOA (RIP); 07-14-2013 at 23:02.
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