MUSHY'S MOOCHINGS: AIR POLICE TRAINING – BECOMING A SKY COP

Monday, August 20, 2007

AIR POLICE TRAINING – BECOMING A SKY COP

On the appointed day of transition, a bus picked me up and took me to the opposite side of Lackland, to older barracks and Flights of marching troops in more fitted fatigues and highly polished boots. This must be the “real” Air Force,” I thought as I peered out at my future.

Woody and Tom had been gone for over two days now and an even more lonely feeling crept through my stomach as I stood and walked off the bus. I cannot remember how I knew where to go or how I got signed into the Air Police Tech School, but I ended up in a room with two sets of bunk beds on opposite walls, four wall closets and drawers on another, and a row of large paned windows on another.

This is where I met Frank Boyce, a tall slender young man about twenty-three, from “up state Mississippi”, as he was known to say, especially to those that bragged about being from “up state New York!” He was pure southern breed, with a deep sense of tradition and he did not attempt to hide his dislike of the black or “Yankee” troops around him.

Frank was college educated and had washed out of Officer Training School (OCS) and, as a reward, assigned to spend his four-year enlistment as a lowly “sky cop.” Frank, as would be expected, hated the “stupidity” of the military mentality, but had long since resigned himself to ride it out and then get on with his life.

Frank, for some reason, out of pity I suppose, took me under his wing and over the next two and a half years, I learned a lot about how to function in an adult world – how to order food, fancy drinks, and even to assert myself in the world around me. Frank learned all this from being away from home since age eighteen attending college, and was more than willing to share his experiences with a “country bumpkin” like me.

I only remember one other of my new bunk mates; he was Frank Gordon (too many Franks, but worlds apart) from Marietta, Georgia. I remember the Franks from photos and experiences we had in “tech school”, later at Keesler, and finally in Vietnam. I once tracked Boyce down by phone, living in Nashville, but apparently, he had some live threatening disease at the time and did not want to talk to me. I was a little hurt, having always thought so much of him, but life goes on. He was a true friend then and I miss him to this day.

Life in “tech school” was not much different from basic. There was still the necessity of cleaning the barracks for inspections, pulling KP duty, marching, firing range visits, physical exercising, and classroom instruction. However, everything had a more focused purpose in training you to be a military “cop!”

Some of the duties included cleaning the K-9 kennels, the study of military and civil law, the tactics of crowd control, law enforcement techniques, aircraft security guard responsibilities, and the terrifying judo training.

We all hated judo training with a “purple passion,” but did not dare voice any complaints. The two hours a day we spent were the longest hours of the day, spent in pure fear, often terror, of the instructors, who seemed to be there not to teach, but to inflict pain for their own amusement.

There was a least one broken arm while I was there, and a rumor of a leg being broken in the previous training Flight. You had to stay alert and watch the instructors without being seen looking!

Usually there is a ring formed around an area cushioned by blue exercise pads, with the center used for demonstrations. Circling the ring are three to four other instructors, wearing their professional looking gees, who watched your every move – get caught looking away from the demonstration, or at one of them, and your legs were immediately knocked out from under you! It must be the kind of anxiety animals on the plains feel as lions or wolves circle looking for the weakest. Pure fear enveloped each of us until that class ended.

You just lay there helpless, hurting, and embarrassed as the instructor, with his foot on your chest screamed, “You bett'a keep yo' eyes focused Airman! Do you understand? Everyone looked straight ahead in empathy!

Once the demo is completed, you choose a partner and the two of you begin practicing the demonstrated move, repeatedly, until the instructors feel, you both are performing it properly. Do it wrong, do not apply enough torque, or pressure to a hold or throw, you then become the hapless dummy of demonstration – tossed about like a killer whale toying with a helpless seal.

Suffice it to say, I hated judo training, but I became pretty accomplished at it nonetheless.

The best part of Air Police Technical Training came along about the beginning of the third week, the instilment of pride in yourself, your appearance, the Air Force, and the pride of being a military policeman. Everyone begins to walk, talk, and look like a military person. The laundry shops in the area cater to troops wanting form-fitting uniforms. Everything in your wardrobe is tapered, press pelted, and starched. Your dress shoes and combat boots are highly “spit-shined.”

You spend hours melting your shoe polish, adding a little alcohol, and applying it hot with a cotton ball dipped in water (or spit) to your shoes, hat brim, belt, baton (billy club) holder, and .45 holster. You rub for hours in tight little clock-wise circles until layer upon layer of polish builds into a high-gloss shine – good enough to see your reflection!

When you wear the uniform of an Air Policeman, you strut, showing the world your confidence and pride. Even today, people tell me that I walk proudly, shoulders back (at least until my recent shoulder operations), and this could only come from my military police training.

I learned to enjoy the military during this time, often going to the Airmen’s Club with friends for 3.2 beer (4% or less alcohol), cigarettes, and often a “Tom Collins” a drink made of gin that Frank Boyce introduced me to as being “sophisticated.” Something a southern gentleman would have,” he would say. We would have many more “Tom Collins” after our assignment to Keesler AFB, Mississippi!

However, I must first go back to dreamland, back to Harriman for a mandatory thirty-day leave!

17 comments:

FHB said...

It's cool as hell to watch you grow confident and cocky in this story. I can imagine the bunch of you beginning to bond and see yourselves as the real thing, after all this crud they put you through. I saw a little of that in ROTC, as guys went from the first year to the fourth. And I remember hearing about a "Tom Collins". What the hell was in it?

Scott from Oregon said...

Pops taught my brother and I all the judo he learned in the Air Force just to watch us beat each other up, I am sure of it...

I was, however, not ever handled at school...

none said...

Cool story.

I watched the Army Rangers demonstrate hand to hand at fort Benning once and they really looked like they were beating the crap out of each other.

FHB said...

Did you seen the new show on the history channel where two guys go around the world training in different fighting techniques? They did Judo recently.

FHB said...

Did you seen... Jesus H!

GUYK said...

I went to POL tech school At Amarillo AFB Texas on the high and cold plains. The first few weeks were like basic but the last half was okay..some of us actually learned something besides how to slip a case of Coors in to the dorms past the dorm guard.

I had the opportunity to attend numerous USAF schools during my career and most of them were excellent to outstanding training. The best school I ever went to bar none (and that includes several different colleges) was the USAF Academic Instructor School at the Air University.It was heavy on academics and light on extrinsic discipline..the idea was that if you didn't have the self discipline to pass the course they were not gonna force you. 95 out of 120 finished and I am proud to say I was one who made it.

Sarge Charlie said...

I got to see if I can remember my experience with as much detail, this is good stuff, I do have a few more tails of my life.....

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BRUNO said...

Now that your back in your custom-fit groove here again, I'm stayin' out of your way, and just goin' along for the ride, this time!!!

At least the corners' SHOULD begin to get a little straighter, for the moment.....!

Suldog said...

As I've been repeating throughout this series, Mushy - Good Stuff! I'm looking forward to the next installment.

phlegmfatale said...

It makes sense to me how this kind of training and experience would put a spring in your step for the rest of your days. You're such a badass!

fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.com said...

Whoa, I've always wanted to be a "badass!" I does put a little confidence in you when you know could handle yourself in tough situations.

I added a little karate to it in later years, but right now I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag! The doc says I will eventually get full range back in my shoulder, but I have my doubts.

david mcmahon said...

G'day Mushy,

One cool, cool dude in that uniform! Love the “up state Mississippi” quip - he sounds like a good guy.

These are priceless posts, Mushy ...

Keep smiling

David

Les Becker said...

Ahh... I know Judo training (yes, "pure fear" is good way to describe a class), and I know shoe-shining... I know Tom Collins best, though.

Mushy, I never knew we had so much in common! Great memory-post, yet again. Thank you.

Kevin said...

Keep em coming Mushy! I'm really liking these stories!

PRH said...

Good stuff Mushy...as another former Sky Cop(USAF Security Police 1968-72) I always enjoy the other guys tales.

Working on my 3rd book at this time..."Trouble Maker", about my years in the Air Farce as a SP, from Dover, to Nha Trang, Tan Son Nhut, and finally Griffiss "The Griff" Rome NY.

pat houseworth
Celina, Ohio

http://patsdailyrant.blogspot.com/

http:www.vspa.com

fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.com said...

Okay Pat! I checked you out and added you to my BlogLines list...now we can compare notes!