It seems an MA instructor in San Antonio was teaching Drug Recognition to some students. He had a cigar box with three joints inside. He had them pass it around, with the instructions to crack it, sniff, and open it to see what that smell was. This was so that as the future MAs toured their spaces, they might recognize the smell.
Anyhow, the cigar box passes around once, and when it got back around it only had two joints inside!
"Ha-ha. Very f@#king funny. Now, I'm gonna pass it around again, and this time I want everything back!!"
So around it goes, comes back, now the cigar box has just one joint inside...
"This isn't funny. Everyone put your head down on the desk, when the box is passed to you, open it, put it back if you have it, close it, and pass it on. Keep your head on the desk so no one will see who has it."
This time the cigar box comes back with two joints...
"Dammit... Everyone into the hall."
MA instructor goes down the hall, comes back with a German Shepherd and his partner.
"This is a drug dog. We're gonna do this one more time, then if the dog finds a joint on you, you're gonna be arrested!!!"
One at a time they went into the class, opened the box, closed it, came out again. MAA went into the classroom....and found five joints in the box.....
When I was stationed in Subic Bay back in the 70's, one of our dog handlers had a german shepherd. Just for fun, on weekends he would put on his uniform and ask a few of us to go walk Alava pier with him. Locals that sold drugs to sailors would see us and start throwing their stuff in the water. Good times for sure. On the Midway to give you the smell of hash, the CMAA burned a thumb sized piece of hash in a ash tray. Everyone would be taking very deep breaths and be stoned when we left. 1 time, the rest got cancelled.
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me. Around 1980, I was discipline chief at the legal office, second regiment (Engineers) at service school command, Great lakes.
ReplyDeleteWe had a very bad very bad drug problem, and a new Captain that wanted to cure it.
My next door neighbor, in base housing was a Seabee. It so happens that he just got a new German shepherd dog.
I asked him if he wanted to have some fun.
A few evenings later, I had my staff standing by outside the “BEQ”.
My neighbor, dressed in his ‘greens, with his dog and myself made a tour of the barracks.
The staff counted which windows that the drugs flew out of.
The next day we called in the residents of those rooms, and sent them for drug screening.