The recent article about Deputy U.S. Marshal Willard King brought to mind years ago running warrants as a "guest" with a local U.S.. Marshal (Metro The Chaser March 13). The marshal was my friend and a fellow lay minister with me at the U.S. Navy Chapel on Nebraska Avenue, NW who had invited me to tag along one night for sport with his fellow marshals. We ended up the adrenaline-packed evening with the capture of the District's very first car-napper and I recall thinking that as the law-abiding how much we owe these dedicated professionals for doing what they do with the enthusiasm they demonstrate, because they sure are not in it for the money.
The greatest epiphany of the long and busy night (including a high-speed through the 9th Street Tunnel) was at the self-conratulating fraternal gathering of the various metropolitan and federal officers at the capture's conclusion.. The gathering included dozens of officers in uniform of course, but the surprise was the great number of officers in plain clothes mufti, including what appeared at first glance to be a bum on his BMX, homies in their hoodies, and even some of the homeless. But instead they were all of them in law enforcement, an amazing and comforting realization. My hat is off to them all.
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