In 2008, I taught my first Border Patrol Class for Calibre Press. In the ensuing years, I’ve facilitated approximately 20 more; all along the southern border of the United States. Six years ago I was oblivious to what our Border Agents actually do. Without much thought I presumed they stood at checkpoints, glanced at IDs, waved to people entering the country and said “thanks for visiting.” The people I thought they were protecting us from were nothing more than poor, illiterate, hardworking individuals hoping to find work in a farmer’s field or a San Diego McDonalds drive-thru. Then I went for a ride-along with Border Agent John Ramos, a supervisor in the El Centro sector way out in the California desert, about an hour west of Yuma, Ariz. It was nighttime and there I experienced darkness like I never had before: there were no street signs, no street lights, no paved roadways and no immediate backup. And there were snakes. READ MORE: lawofficer/article/lifeline-training/protecting-our-borders
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 12:29:14 +0000
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