My Days with CID

My Days with CID
By Paul Dale Roberts, HPI Ufologist
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From 1973 to 1976, my first enlistment in the US Army, I was stationed at Merrill Barracks in Nurnberg, Germany.  I worked as a M.P. (Military Policeman) for a while.  One day a special agent for CID (Criminal Investigation Division) - D.S.T. (Drug Suppression Team) named McFarland introduced himself to me.   McFarland's code name was Big Mac.  Big Mac liked my street wise smarts and the way I carried myself. Big Mac asked if I would work undercover narcotics.  The perks of this job is that I could grow my hair long, I could grow a beard, I could wear civilian clothes all the time and get paid going to nightclubs looking for drug dealers.  Also, CID would pay for my hotels, meals and allow me to travel throughout Germany on various cases, all paid by the Government, taxpayer's money.   At the time the drugs that were being passed on from German nationals to G.I.s were LSD; black opium hash; tripping green hash; blonde Lebanese hash; brown bombers (a barbiturate); quaaludes; cocaine.  Another problem in 1974 Germany is that the Khaki Mafia existed.  The Khaki Mafia originated in Vietnam and was controlled by a dirty sergeant major and possibly a dirty colonel.  The Khaki Mafia was involved in drug dealing, drug running, prostitution and black marketing.   I agreed to take on the position and my code name was Porkchops.  There was a time that Porkchops became very well known in one area of Germany and I had to call myself "Lambchops".  Another place in Germany, I was very well known and my nickname changed quickly from Porkchops to Frisco.  One day I asked Special Agent White why I received the code name Porkchops and SA White yelled out...."you're a fuxxing Puerto Rican right?  They eat porkchops!"  I said..."no, I am not Puerto Rican, I am part Mexican though!"

Some of the cases that I was involved in are listed below.  Also, listed below are some of the misadventures. 

In one of my cases, I went after a drug dealer that was selling heroin.  I usually made 3 buys to solidify a case.  I was going for my 2nd buy with this drug dealer and his strung out on heroin girlfriend sat in a chair in front of me and shot up some heroin in her arms.  Then she looked at me and said it was hot in the apartment and started ripping off her clothes.  Before I knew it, she was completely naked in front of me, nodding out. Then all of a sudden she vomited on her breasts and stomach.  I almost vomited.  I made my purchase of the heroin and got out of there.  I was happy when I made the 3rd purchase and busted this guy for selling heroin. 

During one of my cases, I was walking the streets, taking down license plate numbers of patrons of a bar that was well known for distributing narcotics.  While taking down a license plate number, I heard a loud splat. I ran to where the noise was and saw a large woman laying in the sidewalk with a huge amount of blood pouring from her head, she had jumped from a 4th floor hotel room.

On another case, we were watching a drug deal that was going down in a parking lot and 3 MPIs (Military Police Investigators) that were working with the DST team, were sitting in trees and watching the drug deal with binoculars.  Then the deal went down and an MPI we called Tiny (well, he wasn't Tiny, he was a 300 lb man, that stood at 6'4") and he started barking like a dog and another MPI was yelling....CID!!!  The drug dealers thought the barking was real police dogs and instantly surrendered. One drug dealer yelled...."please I don't want to be bit!  Call your dogs off of me!"  The CID special agents laughed and told the drug dealer, there are no dogs here, that was Tiny pretending he was a dog!

Many times, I had to infiltrate a unit and I would always dread this, because I would have to shave off my beard, cut my hair and wear an Army outfit.  CID would give me a fake MOS, like a Battalion clerk or something.  I would get fake Article 15s for not cutting my hair and the First Sergeant would yell at me for not cutting my hair and another fake Article 15 was given to me.  The Battalion Captain would know that I was working undercover.  I would make 3 buys from soldiers dealing narcotics in the Battalion and when I busted a whole lot of soldiers, CID would select a day to call out everyone in formation and then have me call out last names of soldiers I busted.  A line of CID officers would then handcuff the soldiers and place them in the paddy wagon.  The soldiers I busted would be shocked that I was an undercover narcotics agent, because they said I was so "cool". 

Nuremberg; Furth in Wald; Bamberg; Crailsheim; Bremerhaven; Munich; Berlin; Hamburg; Cologne; Frankfurt;Stuttgart; Dusseldorf; Mannheim; Heidelberg; Furth. Of course, there was many other places I visited in Germany.  I took a cruise down the Rhine River and saw the Lorelei.  I went to the Dragonfest in Furth-in-Wald and walked the Volksmarches, visited the Black Forest.  Took a boat ride around Lake Constance.  What is unique about that boat ride is that you go around the lake and you are in Germany, then Switzerland,  then Austria and back in Germany again.  You hit the borders of 3 countries by cruising around the entirety of the lake.  Saw the Alps and while walking up the Alps, my hat flew off my head and floated to a nearby mountain.  Visited Garmisch - Partenkirchen. 

While going to nightclubs in Germany and searching for drug dealers, disco was a big thing in Germany.  I watched the disco dancers dance and before I knew it, I had all of the disco steps down.  When I had a 3 year break from the Army, I became the disco king of Sacramento, Ca.

While working undercover in Crailsheim, I was to seek out Red.  A gorgeous German girl with flaming red hair.  I found her at a nightclub.  I had a cover story, I pretended to know her deceased husband.  She was intrigued and invited me to her table.  After talking with her for a while, we left in her Mercedes Benz, she had 2 African men bodyguards and they sat in front of the car, while one drove.  Red and I, were in the back seat and the song..."Drifting on a Memory by the Isley Brothers" was playing.  Everything became so surreal.  I became entranced with Red and when we arrived at her mansion, we became intimate.  In the morning Red was gone and her two bodyguards went through my trenchcoat and found my CID ID card.  They said I need to be more careful and that they were going to let me go this time.  Red was a drug runner that brought in narcotics from Amsterdam to Crailsheim.  Red had told me that she would have taken care of me and I could live in her mansion, before she knew I was a narc.

My nickname was Porkchops. Other special agents were nicknamed:  Big Mac; Taco; Savage; Michael "Fuggi" Fuginetti; Doctor Love; Fast Eddy Isenberg.  During some point of time, some of the CID agents became dirty cops.  One of those dirty cops was Fast Eddy Isenberg.  The dirty cops were involved with prostitution, black marketing and some drug running.  I notified officials in Washington D.C. and they flew in two internal affairs special agents to investigate the allegations.  Some of the special agents lost their positions.  Isenberg became a war museum tour guide.

One of the biggest mistakes I made was when I was in the back seat of a vehicle driven by two German girls.  Both girls were drug dealers.  They had an ounce of heroin hidden in a bush and they told me that if I handed over my .45, they would show me the ounce of heroin and of course I would be paying for it.  I took out the bullets of my .45 and handed it over, they showed me where the ounce of heroin was hidden.  I was wired up and gave the code words..."this is beautiful!"  Out of nowhere agents were everywhere and the girl with my gun pointed my empty out .45 at Isenberg and Isenberg almost shot her and I yelled, the pistol is empty!  Isenberg was so pissed, he slammed me into the car and yelled at me..."I almost shot her...why did you give her your gun?"  I told Isenberg..."if I didn't, she wasn't going to show me where the dope was!"  Isenberg slammed me into the car again.  Lesson learned: You never hand over your gun to the bad guy.  I had to testify against the two girls at the place where they had the WWII Nuremberg Trials (Trials against the Nazis). 

On one night, an undercover MPI had blood all over him.  He got jumped, because his face was burned (known).  His identity was known by the drug dealers and they beat him to a pulp.  I was so mad that happened, I went to the nightclub where he got jumped and paced outside of the front door staring at everyone, holding my .45.  I finally calmed down and walked away from the nightclub, before anything could go down.

Many of us undercover MPs stayed in what was called The Hole.  It was the basement of the CID building.  After we worked on our undercover assignments, we would go into the hole and have a few drinks and talk about our adventures and mis-adventures.  We would bring in girls into the Hole to party with.  Also, the mess hall for MPs, MPIs and CIDs were open all night and we would always have late night breakfast. 

While working undercover at the Holiday Club in Nuremberg, I was doing a bit of disco dancing.  My dancing was so good, Ursula Thiess the actress who was sitting in the nightclub was impressed with my dancing, she sent over her manager to invite me to her table.  Ursula bought me a drink and her manager was trying to explain to me who she was and how important she was.  I was young and didn't get it.  Finally Ursula left with her manager and that was the end of a possible friendship.

Another celebrity I met was Miss Black America 1974.  She came to visit a unit that I infiltrated.  I took a picture with Miss Black America 1974 and afterwards I got busy buying drugs off various soldiers in that unit.  Many times I would have to testify at Article 32s and court martials in regard to the drug dealers I purchased drugs from.

I made a deal with a Khaki Mafia soldier that turned C.I. (Confidential Informant), he became my C.I.  He set up a big deal with some Khaki Mafia head honchos and there was CID agents lined up and down the street waiting for the Khaki mafia car to meet me and the C.I. in my undercover car.  The Khaki Mafia head honchos never showed up and we waited all day for them. The location was Bamberg.    Later that night, I went to the Hit Club in Nuremberg and we made a purchase from two patrons and the Hit Club lived up to its name.  One of the drug dealers hit Fast Eddy Isenberg over the head with a wooden cane.

While working undercover at German carnivals, there would be a ride in which they played loud disco music.  A bunch of us undercover agents would start line dancing (doing the hustle) outside and German photographers would take our pictures.  Then the girls came and we all started doing the bump and the photographers went crazy taking pictures of us.

On a major drug deal, I went to Bologna, Italy with a sergeant major, he drove us to Bologna.  At Bologna I went to the Dome (club) and met up with two air force soldiers and worked their connections.  No busts were made, but had a fun time partying with them.  At the Dome Club, all of the Italian women would dance together on the dance floor and all of the men would stand on the outside.  If an Italian girl liked you, she would tell you to come down to the dance floor and dance with her.  So I stood on the outside of the dance floor and an Italian girl summoned me to the dance floor.  I had such a good time in Bologna, I spent all of my money in Bologna and spent every dime I had.  I had to get back to Nuremberg, so I hid in the bathroom on the train.  I heard the ticket man knock on the bathroom door several times.  When we arrived in Nuremberg, the German police (Kripo) and my fellow MPs were waiting for me.  One of the MPs yelled and said..."Porkchops, why didn't you pay for your train ticket?"  I yelled back..."I ran out of money and needed to get back to Nuremberg, I didn't want to be AWOL!"  The MPs had a good laugh.  I eventually had to pay the ticket for that train.  The German Kripo cited me.

While investigating a case in Hamburg, I met a German girl that provided me with information on various drug dealers.  I liked her and we became intimate.  I noticed there was a good chunk size hole in her buttocks.  I asked her how she got that hole.  She told me she was kidnapped by some Middle Eastern men and brought to the middle east to become a prostitute/sex slave. They kept her drugged at all times, but one time she was sort of straight in the head and tried to escape.  They caught her and cut the chunk of tissue from her buttocks to teach her a lesson.  Her father a former Nazi hired some mercenaries and the mercenaries went to the Middle East and bargained with her captors and managed to bring her safely back to Germany.

Undercover as a Pimp.
One day S.A. White gave me a book, it was called Iceberg Slim.  S.A. White told me to read it, because I was going undercover as a pimp in Munich.  My target was a pimp that was selling bad heroin that may have been responsible in the deaths of 13 soldiers.  The heroin he was selling was laced with strychnine.  My outfit was a black fur coat, black velvet jacket underneath with white furry collar, black platforms, velvet black fedora, black gloves.  I was to play the role as a pimp and I had 2 undercover MP females dressed in scantily clad clothing, mini skirts, etc.  As an undercover cop posing as a pimp, I went to the nightclubs the pimp frequented.  He noticed me and we began talking.  Before I knew it, we instantly became friends.  I did a performance with him, with my 2 undercover MPs poising as prostitutes, by chasing them around my black Mercedes Benz (unmarked vehicle) with a clothes hanger yelling..."I don't care if it is cold out there, you make me sum money, let me check your purse!"  I dumped one of the girl's purses on the ground and then chased them around my vehicle again holding a clothes hanger.  One of the undercover MP girls whispers..."we're going to kill you, when we get back to the CID office!"  The drama I created was actually very comical and the pimp that I was targeting had a good laugh.  I managed to make 3 buys of heroin from the pimp and CID and German Kripo took him down.  He was given a life sentence.  CID was so happy that I took this pimp down, that they allowed me to take a needed vacation.  I went back home to California and a girl that I was corresponding with name Cathy Orange invited me to her home.  The only clothes I brought with me were the pimp clothes, that I thought was in fashion in California.  When I ate dinner with Cathy and her parents, I was a strange sight to see and Cathy's parents couldn't stop staring at me.  After dinner, Cathy sent me home and had nothing more to do with me, she was no longer infactuatuated with me and stopped writing me letters in Germany.  I used the pimp clothes one more time, I wore the pimp clothes to the 4th Annual Hooker's Ball in San Francisco and a news agency filmed me dancing, they loved the outfit.