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I never had a handcuffed prisoner escape from my custody. From the back of my patrol car.

I never arrested and booked a guy into the jail who was wearing an elf costume. Or a boy scout leader shirt.

I never pulled over a driver only to see him take off suddenly, and then shoot himself in the head while being pursued.

I never heard a fatal gunshot and saw the victim a minute later in a grassy field with the top of his head blown off, still so freshly
dead that the diaphragm hadn’t gotten the memo yet and was still trying to breathe for the half-headless body.

I never negotiated with a hostage taker.