My Grandad was, and the 60's. Lots of interesting stories he's told, including some quite gruesome ones. Most of them amusing though.
Ranging from a member of the public finding him in full police uniform in a skip behind a jam and preserves factory picking out sachets of jam to take home, to having to slowly slide a deceased elderly man in a body bag down a flight of spiral stairs like a helter skelter because there was no other way to get him down.
Another good one I remember well is he was in someone's house with his sergeant after they responded to a domestic call, the guy picked up a knife, and the sergeant said to hit him, so he did,and he crumpled into a bookshelf which fell on top of him...
Also some horrible stories like a time he was called to a house after a young boy drowned in the pond, many years later he picked me up from my mechanics shop and I remember my mechanic and my grandad stopping dead and staring at each other because they realised at the same moment that one was the father of that boy who died in the 70's, and the other was the attending officer...