In all fairness to the OP, when I was hired on at my original Agency, I was given a Model 10 & a badge, walked into the surplus uniform closet (which doubled as the Evidence Room) and handed a bad fitting uniform or 2, given a ratty old gun belt, a Barney Fife holster, a rusted pair of handcuffs and an ammo bandolier that held 6 tarnished and gummy .38 HP rounds that the last carrier had cut a cross in the tips of. I was told if I wanted more bullets, that I would need to go buy some. Shoes were on me, too.
I was told to come to work the following Monday, and that I would be riding along with an FTO for a month.
That night, I bought a pancake holster, pinned my badge on my belt and walked into K-mart wearing my badge & gun to buy my shoes, socks & bullets.:eek:
(BTW, Sivertips were actually "silver", not tarnished aluminum looking:rolleyes
When I came to work, they introduced me to another Cop who had been working for 3 months as a Cop and handed me to him.
I was on my own in 3 weeks, trying to figure out how in the Hell the Plymouth Duster could have won a Contract. I later discovered that the Cruisers we had were surplus state cars, sold at Auction with 90k miles on each of them.
I didn't go to any Police Academy for another 7-8 months.
However, I did pick up and read the City Ordinances and State Law books whenever I came into the station or was stuck in the dispatch office on midnights. I also self-sponsored myself to the Street Survival Seminar's for the first 2 years... and I believe that was within the first 4 or 5 years they had been started.
I was hired in '82.
I really thought we were behind the times, back then.
Apparently the OP is reallly behind the times.
...and we didn't have no Internet back then... :cool:



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