The poor kid was in tears. He begged me for an ambulance through the sobs. I had to tell him no ambulance was coming, and then, to look away. It was the first time I had ever fired my gun on duty. I remember the sense of relief when my gun went off, laying to rest any...
Ah, high school. Those were the days. Unless, of course, they weren’t. Some of us look back on high school with fondness for the good times gone by, while others look back with regret for all that could have been — like Al Bundy or Uncle Rico. Whichever camp you...
It was Tuesday morning. I was one month away from my 23rd birthday. My wife was three months pregnant and at home with our two-year-old daughter in our tiny one bedroom apartment on the second floor of a converted barn. I had been at work since 6:30 a.m. I worked in...
Hands kill — not mean words, bad attitudes, or angry eyes — the hands. This is why we care about where the hands are, what they are holding, and what they are doing. If we can’t see them there should be alarm bells going off in our head. It’s Officer...
Recent Comments