In 1970, when I was a young farm boy just minding my own business, Uncle Sam
decided he needed my services, so he sent me a letter that began "Greetings
From The President Of The United States". As a draftee, I had no say in what
my MOS would eventually be, and I was given the job of Military Policeman, and
soon found myself in Viet Nam. I was stationed way up North, outside of the
city of Hue, at a place called Camp Eagle. The Camp was primitive. Our MP
Station/Jail was a homemaid wooden stucture without electricty or running
water. The cells were made of chicken wire. That meant, that I, as the desk
clerk, had to escort each prisoner, under guard, out to the outhouse every time
nature called. We would unlock the cell, and march behind the prisoner with a
loaded .45 Cal pistol while he went to the outhouse. Then we would march
back inside.
I said all that to say all this. If you will notice, there are no facilities
inside the Mayberry City Jail. I guess that would mean that Barney, as the
deputy, would have had to march the prisoners somewhere to the facilities.
Although, I have no idea where that might be, as I never saw so much as a
Port-A-Potty anywhere on Main Street.
Makes a feller wonder. Where do you think they went?
Orville Hendricks - Selling Butter and Eggs in Mt. Pilot. In Viet Nam we
were eternally gratefully for the Stars and Stripes newspapers in the outhouse,
even those of us who could not read.
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