It came as a big shock to the entire army when that General accepted that he had tampered with his public birth records at the time of his first appointment. He had painstakingly altered his birthdate to make it look like he was 3 years younger. The difference wasn’t noticable unless you did a thorough inspection, then it was obvious. When I was preparing to go to school the maximum age limit was 23 years old. Now it is not uncommon to see people in their thirties attending college. He as too old to qualify so he changed his birth records so that he could get in.
He was considered to be an upright and tough General, who was a hard task master. He took no nonsense and loved to train his command with a firm hand. He always set a personal example and was himself very tough physically. But for this one mistake, his career had been unblemished. John was a conscientious worker. He was always on time to office. He worked hard, even extra hours if necessary, so that nothing was put off for tomorrow. Everyone loved and respected him in the office; however he had a very unhappy personal life.
It was the result of a mismatched marriage. His wife was very dominating and demanding. She expected him to take her out every day. She called his office and demanded he come home early or she would go back home to her parents. She would even ring up his boss every second day and tell him to send John home early on some pretext or the other. One afternoon, his wife phoned him, threatening to bring him into a court of law. She said that their public marriage records were missing and she was certain that he had destroyed them to get rid of her.
The tale I’m about to share occurred a couple years ago. A friend and I had attended a party and were just returning home. I was behind the wheel of my vehicle driving, and he was riding passenger. As we approached his house the flashing lights of the police cruiser behind us were unmistakable. I pulled over and waited for the officer. To our surprise, the officer pulled his firearm and yelled at us to get out of the car slowly while showing our hands during the process. We were extremely surprised, but we complied with the officer’s wants. I was surprised because my name is nowhere in the police-records of our city.
As it turned out, the cops mistook me for a dope dealer. Afterwards, they informed me my vehicle fit the description of a dealer’s car to a ‘T’. We enjoyed a good chuckle later as we proceeded to where my friend lived.
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