Retired as a Licensed Private Investigator in New Mexico, Arizona and Texas. Formerly licensed in California. Formerly employed by National Investigation Co. as Regional Manager/Insurance Fraud Investigator/Real Estate-Mortgage/Bank Fraud Investigator.
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Former Police Officer/Investigator San Francisco Bay area. Spent 20 years in the Los Angeles area as Insurance Fraud/Copyright/Trademark Infringement/Bank Fraud Investigator.
Best Friends L/Cpl Maldonado. L/Cpl Martin, Fellow Snipers and Grunts.
Best Moment When the Platoon Sgt. stopped taking my name off of the Volunteers for Vietnam list and finally agreed to let me go.
Worst Moment 1) Acting as a Brig Chaser to Treasure Island Naval Prison. The prisoners who were all Marines that had been NCO's and busted down to Private, had gone AWOL, some with only 3 months left in the Corps. They were good Bush Marines but couldn't take the Garrison duty.
2) On Submarine launch day, while I was standing Main gates, a black Limo with out a base admission sticker, and with an inexperienced Squid driver hauling a 3 star Admiral, ran my gate instead of heeding my out streched white gloved palm ordering him to STOP. The driver was required to stop. be identified, cleared for admission onto the base and log the Admiral aboard so that his flag could be run up and his presence on base announced.
After I was forced to lay on the whistle, and scream STOP, the Limo came to a belated screeching halt, the chagrined driver apologetic, and the Admiral, with his cover askance, was seemingly non-plussed. He had seen it all before. The Sgt. of the Guard, meanwhile, was in cardiac arrest wondering what the hell I was doing. But the salty old Admiral, to his great credit, commended us on proper security procedures and after the Sgt. of the Guard had slauted the Admiral about 17 times, we went on to the next catastrophre.
Chain of Command A prior clamity was still haunting the minds of base personnel with the Launch/Sinking of a U.S. Nuclear Submarine at M.I. in 1969. It seems that somebody forgot to close a few hatches and it went to the bottom of the bay, as Anchors Away was playing loudly, while a horrified SecNav, a multitude of dignitaries and a (lsilently laughing) Marine Color Guard looked on increduously. At least that was the scuttlebutt passed around the Guard Posts.
Must be True.
Other Memories Riot duty, Peace protesters laying down across the tracks, blocking the Munitions trains coming from Concord Naval Weapons Station to Port Chicago to load for shipment to Viet Nam.