I cant sleep, I worked my regular third shift last night, I am to jacked up to lay down...let me clarify something as well... I am not the kind of jacked up that I am really excited and giddy about something. I am honestly bothered by this incident. Let me tell ya bout my night...
Around bar close 2:00 AM we had a call of a fight in progress in front of one of our bars. I hear another unit arrive on scene just prior to me getting to it. A few seconds later I hear that unit is in a foot pursuit with a subject. I see the chase and the guy gets about a block down the street and I bale out of my car with the other officer close behind and we take the guy down to the ground. Pretty sweet takedown... unfortunately we were just getting going.
Suspect is described as 25 year old white male, 6'2 220LBs not a LB of fat on him, drunk as a skunk, slick with sweat, bleeding, strong and mean as hell.
The fight is on and using every tactic including physical strength we cant get this guy cuffed. We have a dog pile on him... but he gets up a few times to his knees with me and the other officer hanging on him. I get a couple good blasts of OC in his face. Both me and the other officer are giving this guys knees to the side and nothing is working. At one point the guy gets up on all fours and I give him a good knee to the side. We roll over on the other officer. At this time a couple other officers arrive on scene.
The other officer originally with me yells GUN GUN GUN!! and we realize that the suspect has his hands on the officers gun. on the bottom of the pile. As several officers force the hand away I crack the guy in the side of the face with my elbow... we finally get the guy cuffed up. Just when the Taser arrives, we only have two on the street.
My partner originally in the fight has a broken wrist. It happened when we rolled. I am skinned up and sore, but ok.
Suspect starts ranting about how he is going to kill us all and how he does not want to live anymore.
I did not tell anyone really, I have been in fights and stuff as a cop, but I have never had a real real problem handling a guy, being a big guy myself. This was the worst fight I have been in... This whole incident has me kind of questioning the big what if's... has me kind of questioning whether being a cop is really worth all of this...
You ever have days you come home and wonder why the hell you keep doing this job...
Around bar close 2:00 AM we had a call of a fight in progress in front of one of our bars. I hear another unit arrive on scene just prior to me getting to it. A few seconds later I hear that unit is in a foot pursuit with a subject. I see the chase and the guy gets about a block down the street and I bale out of my car with the other officer close behind and we take the guy down to the ground. Pretty sweet takedown... unfortunately we were just getting going.
Suspect is described as 25 year old white male, 6'2 220LBs not a LB of fat on him, drunk as a skunk, slick with sweat, bleeding, strong and mean as hell.
The fight is on and using every tactic including physical strength we cant get this guy cuffed. We have a dog pile on him... but he gets up a few times to his knees with me and the other officer hanging on him. I get a couple good blasts of OC in his face. Both me and the other officer are giving this guys knees to the side and nothing is working. At one point the guy gets up on all fours and I give him a good knee to the side. We roll over on the other officer. At this time a couple other officers arrive on scene.
The other officer originally with me yells GUN GUN GUN!! and we realize that the suspect has his hands on the officers gun. on the bottom of the pile. As several officers force the hand away I crack the guy in the side of the face with my elbow... we finally get the guy cuffed up. Just when the Taser arrives, we only have two on the street.
My partner originally in the fight has a broken wrist. It happened when we rolled. I am skinned up and sore, but ok.
Suspect starts ranting about how he is going to kill us all and how he does not want to live anymore.
I did not tell anyone really, I have been in fights and stuff as a cop, but I have never had a real real problem handling a guy, being a big guy myself. This was the worst fight I have been in... This whole incident has me kind of questioning the big what if's... has me kind of questioning whether being a cop is really worth all of this...
You ever have days you come home and wonder why the hell you keep doing this job...
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