Around '61 or '62 in a little burg near Port O'conner, Texas Hurricane Carla was coming. I was so broke I couldn't pay attention, sent my wife and kids inland with some neighbors and went to the Police station and went to work
getting others to safety. 17 foot tides, shrimp boats up on the street, wind gusts to 175 mph. Poor folks we evacuated to the HS Gym from shanties came home to find their houses still there. Well off folks had some tornado damage to some brick homes in the newer parts of town. I was just an Aux. Cop, after the storm I went full time as a regular.
We hauled a few pets along with the poor folks we evacuated to the Gym, all
survived any danger, thank God! Cop life was boring, no racial hatred, just the occasional wife beaters in Friday night, drunks, and ordinary law breakers, I went on to better things.