I have a friend who started his law enforcement career as a border agent many years ago. He said it was like a hazing—agents had rotating assignments to go out and spend days in the wilderness along the border. They had to basically set up a primitive camp and spend the nights watching for drug runners and smugglers through infra red scopes. It was lonely and dangerous. He said it was also heart-breaking to discover women and children who were in no way prepared for the trek, but were desperate to escape to a better life.
He does not refer to that time in his life as “the good ol’ days.”