I was transferred to Rosh Pinna Station. There I continued my traffic efforts but they caused some resentment. Firstly the Station Sergeant was put out because every time I attended court it upset the schedule of patrols, which meant a little more work for him. Secondly, the public resented anybody other than a Traffic officer handing out tickets. Notwithstanding, I continued relentlessly.

On one occasion I stopped a jeep carrying one more person than the license permitted. I told the driver I intended to issue him a ticket for overcrowding. He replied that the extra person was only his baby, indicating a very attractive eighteen year old girl, and that they were on their way to spend Hanukkah with family. I said I would not give him a ticket this time if he would ask me to babysit when he got back. I wished them a happy holiday and they were on their way, laughing and promising I could baby-sit next time they needed a sitter.

One night my friend Higgins was Duty Officer and finding an Arab Guard asleep on duty put him on charge. As this was one of the Arab policemen who supplied Arak to the Sergeant, the Sergeant tried to persuade Higgins to drop the charge. Higgins refused to do it. Soon after the Sergeant threatened to put me on charge for being improperly dressed, when he saw me with the top button of my uniform open unless Higgins dropped the charge against the Arab. Higgins told me the situation and asked my opinion. I told him to press the charge and leave the rest to me.

I confronted the Sergeant. The first thing he said was he would press the charge against me if Higgins did not comply; it just went to show to what depths he had sunk.

I surprised him by saying I had told Higgins to press the charges and insisted he press mine as I wanted the opportunity to report in detail the reason for the charge, the Arak supply arrangement, the poor morale at the station, my immediate request for a transfer to Traffic Division and many other truths which I cannot put in print.

He was dumbfounded. It would appear nobody had spoken to him like that before, he sat there in a stupor. I just turned and walked out.

Two weeks later I received notice, which said, due to my activity in the Traffic area and my success rate in traffic court I was to be transferred as a Traffic officer in Nazareth.

Before I left for Nazareth I went to a nearby Army Camp to arrange a soccer match with the N.C.O. in charge of their sports program. He invited me into the mess to meet others involved. Four of us played darts, the loser was obliged to buy a bottle of Johnny Walker Scotch whiskey. We would drink the bottle and play the next game. As the whiskey was only two shillings and six pence, there was little strain on the pocket, although to play darts day after day, would certainly put a strain on the liver. I had one more game, paid for the whiskey even though I won and beat a hasty retreat while I still could. Goodness only knows if there ever was a soccer game, I sure don't.

An amusing instance happened just before I left Rush-Penna. It was strict police policy at this time that to marry a native, either Arab or Jew, meant dismissal from the force but love or loneliness ensured that it happened now and then. One such married policeman lived at Rosh-Penna and he told me that his Arab wife joined about ten other Arab women for a chat every morning. When he asked her what they talked about, she replied "They all boast of the remarkable prolific powers of their husbands."

He, very uneasily, asked "What do you say?"

To which she replied "I tell as many lies as they do."

(A year later, as everybody was being evacuated from Palestine, I met the Sergeant from Rosh-Pinna on his way home, again demoted to Constable. What a pity that he had allowed drink to ruin his life. This latest demotion is what his pension would be based on.)