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Show A6 Mew THE SAMPLER Somothing Sorlouo Confessions of an unwitting (?) shoplifter from tho the being to personifying very person I believed I This is difficult to write. As sort 'Out my thoughts, the sense of shame intensifies. Yet I have no one to blame but myself: I alone sullied my name. I was picked up for shoplifting at the local exchange. There are two reasons I think this should be read. One, to be reminded that none of us is above the law, and two, to try to convey what it is like for a normally person to be the suspect in an illegal act. I am the wife of a retired officer. We have made pur home in the area for many years. I am happily married and the mother of young are a close adult children.-Wand loving family, and I'm thought of as a loving and carI ever-prese- law-abidi-ng . again.. In the office I was treated in a cool and proper manner. No one yelled, everyone was distantly polite. People walking past the window would avert their eyes after glancing at me. I felt like scum. Exposed and Deposed ing wife and mother. Im involved in the community and have a full, rewarding life. I also believe I had become too superior, a tad too pleased with myself. I was unaware of it, but now I wonder if I was on a sort of power trip. Were a large family and often share problems and con- The paperwork took forever, it seemed. My mortification made each minute drag. The forms were explained to me, yet even as I listened I felt as though I were watching this ghastly cerns; my advice is much and often taken. sought-afte- r My elderly parents lean upon me for encouragement. My children seek me out as a sounding board. I think I had begun to believe I was pretty thing happen to someone else; my mind reeled at the thought it was 1. 1 kept thinking of the old lecture my husband and I used' to give our children when they were big stuff. Miscue or Misdeed? While shopping at the PX recently, I saw a woman steal an item of clothing. I looked plished. Free? Not really! The thought- - that I might get into trouble never occurred to me. I was no thief. I was no criminal. How high I was as I walked to my car. And then, in a mat- ter of seconds, my entire world crumbled. I was approached by two security people, who identified themselves and asked me to hand over the items and to accompany them to the managers office. In an instant, I had gone from being a respechuman table, young. "Think before you da things. Think. Once you do something, it is done; it can never be taken back. A part of me wept inside. Why couldnt I simply have walked over to an employee and handed over the items? No, I had to be a show-ofclever, now hindsight showed me how elver I really was. The Military Police arrived and filled out more forms. The officers indifferent courtesy only made me more aware of how far I had fallen. The nice young sergeant, who could easily be a friend of my son, thought of me as a woman without respect or honor. Awareness of the awful trouble I was in overf, : whelmed me. Once the papers were filled out at the PX, we proceeded to the post security police building. More people passed by, more glances, more speaking my name, more disgrace. My rights were read to me. I wrote, barely able to control my hand, a statement and signed it. I was barely free to go. Not free, mind you. Free to leave, I never will be free of my action.. I still have to come, to terms with myself over this. And there are two formal steps yet to be faced. Hard steps to face. into an embankment where it' became airborne and struck a tree. At this point, two of the three young passengers were hurled from the vehicle, one into the tree, the other into the roadway, where the car landed on him, snuffing out his life like a discarded cigarette on the asphalt He was killed instantly. He was the Dear Readers: The following story recently appeared in the Clinton Daily and was written by Corporal Dale Martel of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. It could have been told by any law enforcement never show my face there , missed the curve and plowed (If you always wear seatbelts and never drank alcohol before driving - DO NOT READ THIS. many people whose opinions I value saw me. I know I can e around for someone to tell but there was no one in the area. Angered, then embarrassed for the woman, I wondered how often incidents like that went on. Having shopped for a long time at the PX, I knew and liked many of its employees, and rather felt it was "my store. I knew shoplifting is a major problem in all retail stores. I thought about this for some time and came up with an idea. It began as a lark, a smug adventure tp show how clever I was. Instead it turned into the worst day of my life. The next time I went shopping on post I put two items into my purse. It was easy, as I had expected it to be. Ohr what a feeling of superiority to know that I now could pull off such an act so lightly and so swiftly in full view of the world. Feat accom- dog houoo wasnt. I was a thief. . Picture the most agonizing moment you can remember and stretch it on, and on. My sense of hurt was similar to the day I said farewell when my husband went to war. But that pain was assuaged by pride, a sense of patriotism. Humiliation stunned me. We walked through the building. I was afraid I was going to be sick. I dug my fingernails into the palms of my hands to keep control of myself. I will never know how nt . Parents The Cop Down The Street An Open Letter to lucky one. The girl thrown into the tree had her neck broken and although she was voted queen of the senior prom and most likely to succeed, she will now spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair. Unable to do anything else, she will live and relive that terrible moment over again many times. By the time I arrived the car had come to rest on its top,, the broken wheels had stopped spinning. Smoke and steam were pouring out of the engine, ripped from its mountain by a terrible force. An eerie calm had settled officer anywhere. This is an open letter to all parents of all young people everywhere. I am writing in response to some of the questions you ask me daily. I am not just one police officer; I represent every officer in every city and town. You may know me only as the cop who gave you a ticket last summer, but I am also the guy who lives down the street from you. I am the parent of three children and I share with you the same hope, ambition and dreams over the scene and it appeared deserted except for one lone traveler who had that you have for your child-ren. I am faced with the same problems you have. I share with you the feeling of shame, guilt and disappointment when my boy or girl gets into trouble. I am also angry and sick at heart with trying to do my job and being tagged the bad guy, when all I ever wanted was to avert the kind of tragedy I have just witnessed. The scene was a long stretch of highway with a sharp curve at one end. It had been raining and the roads were slick. A car traveling in excess of 80 miles an hour 1 called it in. He had been sick to his stomach and was lean- ing against his car for support. The driver was conscious, blit in shock, and was unable to free himself from under the bent and twisted steering column. His face will be forever scarred by deep cuts from broken glass and jagged metal. Those cuts will heal, but the ones inside cannot be touched by the skilled sur- geons scapel. The third passenger had al seat and clothing were covered in blood from an artery cut in his arm by the broken bone end that protruded from his forearm just below the elbow. His breath came in gasps as he tried to suck air past desperately blood-fillehis airway. He d was unable to speak and his eyes bulged and fixed oh me pleadingly, were the only communication that he was terrified and wanted help. I felt a pang of guilt and recognized him as a boy I let off with a warning the other night for an open container of alcohol in his car. Maybe if I had cited him then, he would still be alive now. Who knows?, I dont. He died soundlessly in my arms, his. pale blue eyes staring vacantly as if he was trying to. see into the future he would never have. I remembered watching him play basketball and wondered what would happen to the scholarship he would never use. Dully my mind focused on loud screaming and I identified it as the girl who was thrown from the vehicle. I raced to her with a blanket but was afraid to move her. Her head was tiltedat an exagerrated angle: She seemed unaware of my presence and whimpered like a little child for her mother. In , the distance, I heard the mournful wail of the ambu- lance winding ' its way through the rainy night. I was filled with incredible grief at the waste of so valuable a resource, our youth. ; nel of Dugway a greater understanding of operations security, the PMO has decid- ed to sponsor a poster contest with a theme of security dripped off my cheeks. You ask me why did this happen? It happened because an adult, trying to be a "good guy bought or sold to some minor, a case of beer. It happened because you as parents werent concerned about minors and alcohol abuse and would rather blame me for harassing them when I was to prevent this ' only trying kind of tragedy. It happened because, as people say, you believe this sort of thing only happens to someone else. I. would give anything to know who furnished those young people with that booze. .1 spent several hours on reports and now will take , - several' months trying toj erase from my memory-- thei details of that night. I will not be alone. The driver will recover and spend the rest of his life trying to forget. Yes, I am angry, and. I pray to God that I might never have to face another parent in the middle of the night and say your daughter, Susan, or your son. Bill, has just been killed in an auto accident. For your sake 1 hope it doesnt happen to you, but if you continue to regard alcohol abuse as part of growing up, then please keep your porch light on because some cold, rainy night you will find me at your doorstep, staring at my feet with a message of death for you. Iby PM v priate size.: Prizes will be awarded to the first five place winners: !! 1 i- - OFFICIAL RULES Contest is open to all residents of DPG and their de- place-$1- non-residen- tor personnel. Must be at least 13 Posters must reach the Intelligence Section, PMO, Bid. 5438, no later than close of ts years old. All posters must deal with the theme of operations security either Army wide or with respect to the mission at DPG. Posters must measure (the size of standard be typing paper) and may on or on drawn typing paper to cut the appro poster board 8V&-1- 1 a business December 12, 1983. They may be hand delivered during normal business hours or mailed to the following address: Commander, Dugway Proving ground, ATTN: STEDP-SO-I, 84022. Dugway, UT. Sample posters may be viewed at. PMO, Dugway High School, HHC dayroom s Contest judges and staff, members of the Provost Marshal Office are not eligible to enter, however, their depen. dents are. All prizes will be awarded and winners names and posters will appear in the poker. 0. empendents, ployed at DPG and their dependents, to include contrac- and the Dugway Mall, : Each poster must be placed in a sealed envelope with the entrants name on the back. - fourth place , - $15 and fifth -- the reporting of suspicious activity, should be consid- ; Contestants name, ad? dress, and either a home or business phone number must appear on the back of each first palce $100; second place - $50; third place $25; ; awareness. Since the ultimate goal of operations security is to deny the enemy access to sensitive defense inforamtion, the posters should deal with how we here at. DPG can raise our level of security consciousness to the point where we can achieve this on the phone or in the public places, and ered in drafting the posters. These are not the only categories that may be used, any aspect of security awareness may be stressed. tears mingled with rain . Poster contest sponsored In order to give the person The ambulance began the job of scraping up and remov- I ing the dead and injured. stood bv. watching, as hot most stopped breathing. The Sampler. ; Posters will be judged on originality, clarity and con- sent. Posters will not be judged on art, however, to be considered all posters must be neat and drawn in such a manner that the judges can understand them. Winners will be announced . . on December 20, 1983. Any questions may be ad- dressed to the Intelligence Section at 2424. RONNIE OMAN OF PRICE, UTAH D well-thought-- of D D 0 WITH OUR HYPNOSIS PROGRAM D D D FEEL FANTASTIC LOSE 2 to 1 0 LBS. PER WEEK LOVE EXERCISE HATE SWEETS STOP SMOKING! LEARN SELF HYPNOSIS IMPROVE SELF IMAGE D D D Attend a 3 hour class 19th-9:0- 0 Saturday, Nov.21st-7:0Monday, Nov. For Info: 1-373-- 8600 0 a.m. p.m. Classes conducted by Provos Cliff and Dawn Webb. Featured on PM Magazine, KSL Dimension 5, ABC, NBC and CBS. 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