It was during the normal morning onslaught of vehicular traffic entering the gate, most of whom were probably running late. I normally have my ID in hand, the window rolled down and by arm extended out as I approach the gate guards / civilian officers, and, as a result zip right on through.
This morning I wasn't in the groove, so I had to stop while I fumbled with wallet to extract the ID. It allowed the two officers standing there, sufficient time to give my hooptie the "once-over."
Suddenly, one of the guards exclaims, "HEY!!! You CAN'T bring THAT in here!!! THAT'S a WEAPON!!!". I was stunned! What the heck?!?!?! Did I forget to disarm off base and now I'm sitting here with my CC showing!?!?!?! I turned my gaze away and looked down at region where the seatbelt would normally cover any CC that I have and... nothing!!! I then looked at the officer with a stunned, deer-in-the-headlights look!?!?! "Excuse me?!?!?!", I said. "THAT'S a WEAPON!!!" he repeated. By this time, the officer closest to the car had stepped back.
My first thought was, "Darn! I'm going to get shot and I don't even have a gun to defend myself with... all I have are these couple of..." and then it hit me. He was referring the the knife that I had jammed between the passenger and driver seats. The large wooden handle on an "Old Timer's" knife.
Without thinking, I grabbed the handle and pulled the handle, along with the sheathed knife out from between the seats and held it up, while, at the same time the officer farthest away is stepping back and saying "DON'T PULL IT OUT!!!" and out of the corner of my eye I see the closest officer is now crouching down in a more defensive posture, "pre-at-the-ready" would be the best way to describe the stance.
I set the knive down on the passenger seat and pull out the UCC logo knife that is tucked in the visor. "I've got this one too!", I say, thinking that I might as well save them the trouble of locating the 8 knives staged throughout the cabin. I set that one down on the seat as well and look over at the officers.
THOSE ARE WEAPONS!!!", the now easily apparent junior officer states, somewhat taken aback. I was about to launch into my "Weapon implies intent, these are simply tools..." speech but thought better of it, as traffic was now building up behind me.
I said, "I didn't know that you couldn't bring knives on base. The only sign I saw stated that personal firearms are not allowed. Heck, I bought the larger knife here on base at the BX." The first officer said that it was obvious by my demeanor that I wasn't intentionally trying to violate any regulations. I asked if he wanted me to pull over and lock them in trunk where they won't be able to jump out and cut anyone while I got a haircut at the barber shop.
The rookie said, "You can't bring those on base!"
The first officer laughed and said, "Just drive up the road, pull over, and place them in the trunk without attracting any attention." I said that I would do so as discreetly as possible.
I realize now, looking back that I should have froze, with my hands on the wheel and not move without instructions from the officers. It could have turned out very ugly if I had been dealing with 2 rookies.
