This is story from a long time ago, a time now often forgotten. Its long but I think worth a read. I hope you enjoy it.
During the Vietnam War my duty station for a while was Ft. Polk Louisanna. Active military wasn't too well thought of in those days and neither were motorcylist and I was both.
Riding the backroads one day with my wife on the back, a car pulled out in front of me. I laid on the horn, hit the brakes in an emergency stop, and put the bike as far off the road on the berm as I could. I couldn't go too far for it was swamp on that side and a sheer drop down to the water.
The car came on. The car was moving slowly but to me time was almost standing still and everything was in slow motion. I know many of you have been there before. I knew I couldn't stop in time but prayed I had enough room to miss him on the berm. Luck wasn't with me as the cars front tire left the pavement onto the berm. I put the bike in the grass rim on the berm missing the car with the bike but its fender caught my wifes leg. She fell off the bike screaming in pain.
Now the car hits the gas like the devil is on his tail. Anger and worry rushed though my head and I lost it throwing my helmet into his back windshield shattering it as I jumped off the bike to my wife. I attended to my wife as her leg started swelling like an over inflated football. A resident of the area soon showed up saying he had seen the whole thing and had called the cops. This was before cellphones.
Soon a sherriffs deputy showed up lights and siren going. He takes my quick statement and the local is agreeing that was what happened. I give him the license number of the hit and run. The officer started walking to the car telling me he was calling an ambulance for my wife. Now a few yards away, he stops and then says, "Hey, you military!" "Yes." I said. "Hell with this. You got free medical. This ain't my problem." With that he got in his car and drove off leaving me with my wife in my arms.
The local took off running. I had no idea why and all I could think of was what was I going to do now. It was obvious to me I couldn't count on help so I lifted my wife onto the bike. I had her hang on as I romped on the Kawasaki for all it was worth. Forget the speedlimit. In my mood, I wouldn't have stopped for anybody till I was home again on the fort and around my own kind.
Sure enough on the long straight stetch just before the forts gate I picked up yet another local this time bent on givng me a ticket. I wasn't stopping. As I neared the gate I flashed my headlight (yes bikes could do that back then) signaling the guards I had a medical emergency. They apparently saw my wife slumped over my back with her leg stretched out and waved me through. They stopped the police cruiser at the gate.
The guys at the ER were waiting on us when we arrived. My wifes leg wasn't broken but a major blood vessel had ruptured and her leg had to be lacerated to relieve the pressure. My CO and the MPs showed up and I gave my statement. I could see the anger and dissappointment in their faces as I told my story.
I never heard another thing from any official from that day, one way or the other.
This was me during my military days.
I hope you enjoyed the story and maybe understand a bit more about the commradery those who served have as well as how we feel about those serving now as well as those that would give them a hard time over a war they didn't chose but chose to serve.