Originally posted by flop-shank:
Cmort, Alton Coleman left this world far too easily. If we ever meet, I would love to hear the story. What makes you think you ran into A.C.? Did you recognize his picture when he got busted and think something along the lines of, "holy S--t, that's the guy!!!!!"?
Here's the long version. I haven't told it in a while:
In the early to mid-'80s, college friend and I were officers stationed at Ft. Knox. Another college friend was an NCO in the Missouri National Guard. He had always been big into scouting, so he organized a Military Explorer post with the support of his Guard unit. They operated out of Jefferson Barracks. He used to invite his college buddies, most of whom were either active duty or reserve military to act as the OPFOR for the FTXes.
My friend and I head out in his '82(?) Dodge Charger hatchback, loaded with bolt guns (Kar98a, Commission '88) for shooting blanks, as well as an HK93 and handguns for security. We stopped for dinner in St. Louis. Getting back into the car, I noticed that the door wouldn't latch. I kept slamming the door, but it wouldn't stay shut... then the strike plate fell off the door. We drove to a dealership, but seeing how this was Friday evening around 5:00pm, they couldn't get anything done until at least the following Monday, when we were supposed to be back at Knox. We procured a length of clothes line and TIED my door shut.
We get down to Jeff Barracks (wearing our home made OPFOR uniforms) and start getting organized. In the middle of things, the father of one of the kids suddenly decides that he doesn't want his kid handling an M16 or shooting blanks... after knowing for AT LEAST the better part of a year that it was a military Explorer Post and that's what they did. This threw all plans out the window. The major or colonel who was responsible knuckled under and agreed that although the boys would have M16s, they wouldn't have bolts or ammunition. At this point, several of us put our feet down and told our friend that although we really wanted to help him out, we were all Army officers and flat out weren't going to allow some capon to bully us into shouting "bang, bang". He fully understood.
On the way back to Knox, we stopped at Jerry's(?) for dinner. Around midnight, my friend and I headed out for Kentucky, while another friend and a guy from his reserve unit headed out for Chicago.
The trip back started out uneventfully. Somewhere on I-44(?) I just started to nod off when a pickup truck passed us, going about 75-80mph. A second later, a little Datsun or Toyota passed us on the shoulder, going at least as fast. This got us concerned.
A ways down the road, we saw the pickup pulled over on the shoulder with a bunch of pissed off looking people standing around. A short distance past that, we saw the Toyota driving on the shoulder. As soon as he saw us, he sped up and started pacing us as though he wanted to race. When we didn't take the bait, he cut us off a little and disappeared.
At this point, we figured that something was going on and that it wasn't good. I got my friend's HK93 out of the back, put in a loaded 40 round magazine and chambered a round. We didn't see anything for another 5-10 minutes so I unloaded the HK and put it back in the bag. Sure enough, a few minutes later I saw our "friend" again rolling along the shoulder.
This time the guy sped up, cut us off severely, then began slowing down in front of us weaving from side to side as he slowed down so that we couldn't get around him. He was obviously trying to force us off the road.
I got the HK back out of the bag and reloaded. I told my buddy to wait until the guy got right on his front bumper, then hit the dome light. As soon as that happened, our "friend" got to see a couple of guys in "foreign" uniforms, one of them pointing a semi-automatic rifle at him. At that point, all of the highway markers crowded into the center of his windshield as he made the jump to lightspeed. He then turned out his lights in an unsuccessful attempt to "disappear". He had to be going 90mph as he rapidly receded into the distance. We stayed on alert for a while. I saw tail lights off in the distance. Sure enough, it was our "friend". We wree driving at normal highway speed, but we slowly gained on him. He must have suddenly noticed us in his rearview mirror, because he went to lightspeed again. This might have happened one more time, but after all these years, I'm not sure. Eventually, he disappeared for good.
Right around this time, serial child rapist, child killer, carjacker, and murderer of adults, Alton Coleman was doing his mid-west tour. I don't think that he carjacked and murdered a woman (and maybe her husband) in Ohio until AFTER our incident took place. The whole thing is suspiciously familiar, from the attempt to force the truck off the road, to aborting when there were too many people in it, to trying to force us off the road. We found out later that our friend heading back to Chicago ran into the same guy, almost shooting him with his 1911 when he tried the same tricks.
As I said, I don't KNOW that it was Alton Coleman, but I wish it HAD been, and that he'd pushed things just a little farther. At least one person would still be alive.