Friday, March 25, 2011

The Young Constable's "Commendation"

* a collection of stories and memories, in no particular order, from the life and times of John Clarke, who served as a policeman in the Australian Police Force, a great practical joker, he also had a great affinity with people and wildlife, was a champion swimmer, snooker player, loved golf, still loves fishing and is also an artist. I hope you enjoy his recollections - cheers, karin (his daughter)
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The young constable is one of the Century's innocents.  He has no malice in him.  He goes about his business in a quiet and private way, it's just that life's circumstances and strange and weird incidents have a habit of catching up with him. The young constable's father was amazed when he reached the age of 21, and why this is so, we just don't know except we must think that similar stories to those related here must have been occurring during the YC's  lifetime prior to him reaching his majority. Whenever I'm absent for a time one of the first questions I need answered on my return is whether any further Young Constable stories have occurred in my absence. These are some of the stories about the Young Constable that come to mind.  I have written them down as they are too good to allow them to be forgotten.
John Clarke
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THE YOUNG CONSTABLE'S COMMENDATION

The YC was on duty in the station at Kings Cross.  A weirdo came in and wanted to give himself up. The YC told him where to go.  The bloke came back three times and got told each time.

The last time one of the other Police thought he looked familiar and looked across the foyer to the most wanted posters, and yes, you guessed it - here is the bloke featured as MOST WANTED.

The YC and his mate took off up Darlinghurst road, spotted the bloke who had by this time changed his mind about giving himself up and the YC eventually ran him down tackled and arrested him.

The YC was eventually was commended for his brilliant Police work in recognising the wanted man and making the arrest.

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