go, ‘What do you mean?’
She says, ‘We heard three SWAT guys were shot.’
And I go, ‘Yeah, yeah, we’re okay. I’ve been shot. I’m okay sweetheart but I’m on the other line, let me call you back.’
And she’s like, ‘What!?’
So anyway, all that stress and all that concern is nothing. But low and behold, now homicide – who normally investigate our ‘officer involved’ shootings – comes out there to investigate this thing, even though we’re the only ones who got shot. We purposefully didn’t fire back because we knew there were kids in there. We restricted our action – didn’t do anything – just rescued our own guys.
A Violent Crime detective comes up to me afterwards and he goes, ‘Hey, did any of you guys fire any rounds?’
And I go, ‘No.’
The guy in the house was shooting with a 40 cal, so we all got hit with 40 cal. The detective says, ‘But we found a 9mm casing at the scene.’
And so I go, ‘Dude the only people that had 9’s would have been me and my ATL. I guess if anybody had fired a sympathetic discharge, it would have been me, because I got shot. But I didn’t know I had been fucking shot. We didn’t fire no 9mm rounds. Everybody else had two-two’s and two-three’s. None of us fired.’
He goes, ‘Okay, cool.’
We come out of hospital. When I went down, the bullet grazed my left leg. It hit my groin flap but it was low enough that it pushed the flap up, grazed my left leg and stuck. I’ve still gotthe bullet in here, between my femoral and femur, still in my leg. I finally get released that night – we all got released that night – and I’m at home now.
I’m at home and the fucking homicide detective calls me. He says, ‘Hey, do you think I can come interview you?’
I go, ‘Are you fucking kidding me? Now? I just got home. Okay, if you need to fucking come here, come, but I’ll tell you what, I’ll meet you outside. I’ll come sit in your car. I don’t want to concern my kids.’
So he comes and he starts interviewing me about the same thing.
He says, ‘Did you guys fire any rounds?’
I say, ‘No, nobody on my team fired any rounds into that structure. We restricted our actions. We fucking could have, but we didn’t.’
So the investigation, instead of investigating this shit-bag who shot three of us, they fucking glossed right over it and their focus of the investigation is on SWAT who they believed fired back and is lying about it. So now Homicide goes on this big fucking investigation about this spent round.
It turns out that what happened was, when the officer took the round in his low-ride holster with the magazine, it hits one of the bullets, put some burning ember in there which then ignites a round, fires it, pops it out of the mag-holder and hits the other officer in the back. So here was a mission where we did the exact right thing, sucked up bullets, did everything that is right and then we’re still fucking being investigated.
Later we end up going to court with a brand new judge who was a thirty-year public defendant. He chastises us on our excessive use of force! Dude, I swear to God! We did everything right! The local news media picks up on it and talks about how excessive we were. They say, ‘Imagine being woken up in the middle of the night! This guy’s a family man; he’s trying to protect his family.’
The truth of the matter was, we had more concern for this guy’s kids than he did. He was a fucking dope dealer who was pimping out his own wife!
That’s when I realised that this job fucking sucks. I only do this job because of these guys – my guys – you know what I mean? And because of the old adage, ‘if not us, than who?’
Right after that, we had a hostage rescue where we rescued a baby. Let me tell you, you come running out with that baby in your arms and it’s then that you realise, ‘this is what it’s about’. It’s not about the bullshit.
****
A few years ago on Thanksgiving we get
She says, ‘We heard three SWAT guys were shot.’
And I go, ‘Yeah, yeah, we’re okay. I’ve been shot. I’m okay sweetheart but I’m on the other line, let me call you back.’
And she’s like, ‘What!?’
So anyway, all that stress and all that concern is nothing. But low and behold, now homicide – who normally investigate our ‘officer involved’ shootings – comes out there to investigate this thing, even though we’re the only ones who got shot. We purposefully didn’t fire back because we knew there were kids in there. We restricted our action – didn’t do anything – just rescued our own guys.
A Violent Crime detective comes up to me afterwards and he goes, ‘Hey, did any of you guys fire any rounds?’
And I go, ‘No.’
The guy in the house was shooting with a 40 cal, so we all got hit with 40 cal. The detective says, ‘But we found a 9mm casing at the scene.’
And so I go, ‘Dude the only people that had 9’s would have been me and my ATL. I guess if anybody had fired a sympathetic discharge, it would have been me, because I got shot. But I didn’t know I had been fucking shot. We didn’t fire no 9mm rounds. Everybody else had two-two’s and two-three’s. None of us fired.’
He goes, ‘Okay, cool.’
We come out of hospital. When I went down, the bullet grazed my left leg. It hit my groin flap but it was low enough that it pushed the flap up, grazed my left leg and stuck. I’ve still gotthe bullet in here, between my femoral and femur, still in my leg. I finally get released that night – we all got released that night – and I’m at home now.
I’m at home and the fucking homicide detective calls me. He says, ‘Hey, do you think I can come interview you?’
I go, ‘Are you fucking kidding me? Now? I just got home. Okay, if you need to fucking come here, come, but I’ll tell you what, I’ll meet you outside. I’ll come sit in your car. I don’t want to concern my kids.’
So he comes and he starts interviewing me about the same thing.
He says, ‘Did you guys fire any rounds?’
I say, ‘No, nobody on my team fired any rounds into that structure. We restricted our actions. We fucking could have, but we didn’t.’
So the investigation, instead of investigating this shit-bag who shot three of us, they fucking glossed right over it and their focus of the investigation is on SWAT who they believed fired back and is lying about it. So now Homicide goes on this big fucking investigation about this spent round.
It turns out that what happened was, when the officer took the round in his low-ride holster with the magazine, it hits one of the bullets, put some burning ember in there which then ignites a round, fires it, pops it out of the mag-holder and hits the other officer in the back. So here was a mission where we did the exact right thing, sucked up bullets, did everything that is right and then we’re still fucking being investigated.
Later we end up going to court with a brand new judge who was a thirty-year public defendant. He chastises us on our excessive use of force! Dude, I swear to God! We did everything right! The local news media picks up on it and talks about how excessive we were. They say, ‘Imagine being woken up in the middle of the night! This guy’s a family man; he’s trying to protect his family.’
The truth of the matter was, we had more concern for this guy’s kids than he did. He was a fucking dope dealer who was pimping out his own wife!
That’s when I realised that this job fucking sucks. I only do this job because of these guys – my guys – you know what I mean? And because of the old adage, ‘if not us, than who?’
Right after that, we had a hostage rescue where we rescued a baby. Let me tell you, you come running out with that baby in your arms and it’s then that you realise, ‘this is what it’s about’. It’s not about the bullshit.
****
A few years ago on Thanksgiving we get
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