Nothing
I wish I had something good to post about but there just hasn't been much lately. I've been busy running from call to call but nothing real memorable.
I guess I shouldn't say that - Two days ago a Marine who had died in Afghanistan was brought home to rest. Prior to the start of my shift two Officers met him at the airport and provided an escort to the funeral home. I started my shift and quickly cleared a call so I could make it to the funeral home to greet him. Most of the Marines on duty in the police department were present at the funeral home.
On a lighter side though: Normally since the town is divided up with an Officer taking each 'area' any code runs we do are fairly short, lasting only a few minutes before we get to the call. Last night was busy with little calls and a Dispatch advised of a suicide threats with a knife. I had just arrived on a call but hadn't stepped more than five paces from my car so when no one else piped up I offered to go - across town. Luckily at 2130 hrs on a Sunday night there wasn't too much traffic. A trip that would normally have taken 20-25 minutes I completed in just under 10 minutes. I didn't even push it hard. I'm tired of pushing myself and my car to the limit for some of these BS calls. Its just too risky to drive to the max each time someone feels like hurting themselves or there is a "Man Down on the corner of First and Main st". Its always someone looking for attention and some drunk passed out. I'll run the code and I'll push it, but no longer will I push it to the max for those calls.
Two nights ago I did get a call that I pushed it to the max for: It's strange how the mind works. When I was a recruit it was very difficult to pay attention to the call I was working and the radio and everything else. Now I'm finally getting to the point that I can hear my designator get called out while I'm in mid-sentence and I can hear the change in tone of other Officers that indicates something is amiss. I went to a call, took the report and moved down the street to type in a few quick notes before leaving. The guy called Dispatch and asked me to call him back since he had another question. I call the guy back but he doesn't have his hearing aid so I'm yelling into the phone to explain some stuff. While I'm yelling I somehow register that a nearby Officer is going to an arctic entry-way of a nearby bank for a drunk sleeping. I finish the yelling conversation and almost have the notes finished when that Officer requested another unit code. As calm as that Officer is, even as he requested us code, I knew he was fighting. I put the car in gear and tore off, probably to the amusement of some children who were playing in the snow nearby. Another Officer asked where he was and I knew he was at the bank - perhaps I got the name of the bank wrong but it was good enough for that intersection, everyone knew which bank (I think I used the old name of the bank from several years ago). Its an awkward intersection to get around so I cut through a supermarket parking lot, then around the back of the supermarket so I wouldn't have to contest with pedestrians and grandma's backing out. Two other Officers beat me there and there wasn't much so do at that point. But I saw the drunk guys head sticking out and he was still resisting despite three Officers explaining things to him. I dropped down and executed a thigh lock which basically pins the subjects head to the ground and locks him up. They can wiggle arms and legs but the thigh lock keeps their head and torso pinned down removing a lot of the strength from the wiggling arms and legs. Looking back though I was surprised how it registered where he was without even thinking about it when he called out.
One more night and I'll be taking a week off.

