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Thursday, October 29, 2009


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Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

Here in my room at the Old Soldiers' Home, I'm fortunate enough to have a Kenwood TR-2500 two band hand held amateur transceiver, and I normally only use it to monitor channel 148.800, which is used by the Security and Investigation Division (i.e., "S.I.D.") of the Armed Forces Retirement Home.

When driving my pickup truck, I employ a Kenwood TH-78A two band hand held amateur transceiver, which I also use to monitor S.I.D. on 148.800.

A lot of the radio calls I hear consists of security patrols reporting on boiler pressures, or some resident needs assistance because they accidentally locked themselves out of their room.

Due to the aged and infirm population at the Old Soldiers Home, by far, the most frequent calls are ambulances needing escorts, as they respond to emergencies here at the Old Soldiers' Home.

In the commonly used radio operator's "Ten" code, the code, "10-44", means "Permission To Leave", or in other words, the gal (and it's almost always a female) working at the Main Gate needs a patrol to come relieve her so she can go use the latrine.

So, it always amuses me when I hear her call the desk sergeant and say, "I need a Forty-Four".

Yes, I reckon we all need a "Forty-Four"!

If they're giving out "Forty-Fours", then I want them to bring me one, too, and also to include some ammunition for my "Forty-Four"!

Anyway, the reason I'm writing this message, is we had some VERY unusual radio traffic today.

During the wee hours this morning, while almost everyone else was sound asleep, I heard the Main Gate report that a vehicle had sped through there, without stopping, and was now trespassing on the grounds of the Old Soldiers' Home.

So, the desk sergeant dispatched a couple of patrols to seek and intercept the unidentified subject (i.e., the "unsub").

The patrol(s) did stop the vehicle and then escorted them to the Main Gate, ordering them to leave.

There might have been more to it, but that was about all I heard over the radio.

Because of my poor location, I miss a lot of radio traffic.

Our patrol officers are unarmed, which I think is an extremely asinine policy, especially in our violent environment, so for those unarmed patrolmen to intercept a strange vehicle during the middle of the night was either very courageous, or very foolhardy.

Well, after being up all night long, I was sleeping all day.

When I sleep, I always run two large fans, and the noise from those fans makes it difficult, but not impossible to hear calls on my amateur radio.

So, today, as I'm lying in my bunk, tossing and turning, I'm vaguely hearing some rather unusual and interesting conversations by S.I.D. over the radio.

Apparently, some sort of crime or offense had been committed, and they were trying to catch somebody here in the Sheridan Building where I live.

They mentioned that Secret Service agents were in the Sheridan Building and that some guy was standing on the roof of the Sheridan Building.

They did mention one individual's name, Charles Clark(e?), but I don't know what it was about.

Then, this afternoon, I heard the desk sergeant at S.I.D. announce that, as a result of the incident that happened earlier in the day, Charles Clark(e?) had been terminated from his employment, and a security patrol was assigned to escort him to the Main Gate, insuring his immedate departure

A rather unusual day here at the Old Soldiers' Home, wasn't it?

Thank you.
Official Bard of Clan Henderson
Washington, D.C.  20011-8400

NOTE: "My unpopular and controversial personal opinions are independent of my Scottish clan."

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