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Big police drug raid at a house. I was on patrol in uniform, assigned to watch the front yard. The team in tactical uniforms and
a battering ram bash in the front door and rush inside to catch the bad guys. They somehow missed a side stairwell and side
door, and that’s where one of the drug addicts inside woke up and staggered out into the sunlight. “That’s really weird,” I thought,
seeing him stumble out toward me. “Usually they grab onto the guys in there and not send them out to me alone..” And then I
realized that the team inside had missed him and he was a leaker, soon to be escapee. I figured I should do something about
that. Now I knew the guy – besides heroin he also like doing high school girls, which I did not approve of since he was closer to
30 than 20. I looked around; no witnesses. I charged and tackled him onto the paved driveway hard enough to satisfy me. Cuffs
went on and then the tac team came out and noticed I had their guy in custody. Dude went off to jail and then prison. He got
out just a couple years later of course but I will always relish our private little moment together on the pavement.
The time a local resident - a old retired FBI agent – called the police department, asking if maybe we might have an extra
handcuff key he could maybe perhaps borrow? Because reasons? I helped him out. My suggestion to everybody is that if you
have handcuffs in your house, you should probably also have at least one or two handcuff keys.
Drunk angry idiot brandishes his new toy to a traffic flagger. It was a bb gun that looked like a super realistic for-reals revolver.
Flagger thought it was a real gun. Of course the police did, too. When we called suspect/gunman out of his house to come talk
to us he didn’t take seriously our commands to keep his hands up and be compliant, he was joking around slapping his hands
saying “let’s do this” as he walked up to us a fast pace. Rather alarmed, the police response was to give him an abrupt pig pile
police tackle. Ribs were broken. His. We didn’t feel bad about it. In most other places and times, he would have just been shot
for approaching us like that and stupidly ignoring our commands to stop. He was not really the brightest fella.

