Don't worry, the government will protect you

[Bailey Guns]

Call me curious... where in the face... :#

Would've went right thru my right eye but I was wearing glasses at the time. It pushed the lens out of the wire frame and the point of the Phillips went thru the skin just on the outside of my right eye and popped out in the hairline in front of my right ear. It was basically a contact situation inside a vehicle. I didn't have room to draw my gun. That and I was trying really hard to control the guy so I didn't get stabbed again. Once out of the vehicle he no longer had the screwdriver but continued to attack me. I beat the holy hell outta the guy with my ASP. The doc counted 30-something strikes, pretty much from his shoulders to his shins, in the ER.

Side note that made me feel much better: When rescue got there one of the guys asked if the suspect's arm was broken in the accident he'd been in. I said I didn't think so because he was fighting like a sonofabitch with both hands. He walked me over to the ambulance and said, "Look at his arm."

It's been a while so I don't remember which arm...but, he was still handcuffed and both bones were broken in one of his forearms and when I cuffed him (completely dark...I couldn't see a damn thing) I had twisted that broken arm 180° from where it should've been. I just remember thinking (after a brief "oh shit" moment) - "I hope you feel that tomorrow, m'fucker."

[cstone]

Two types of officers: those who keep the photos and those who don’t. We had a couple of crime scene guys that were very proud of their photography. Some very gruesome photo albums.

I never kept photos because I was afraid my wife or kids would find them someday. I remember once being told by my wife that until the blood tests came back clean there wouldn’t be any relations. She was always afraid I would bring home some Hep ABC, AIDS, or some other exotic strain of something foreign. At work we used to laugh at the blood borne pathogens warnings. Seems like every couple days someone was bleeding on you or you were soaked in some other body fluid from one of the finer class of people we encountered. No one at the hospital could legally tell us what we had been exposed to but we were constantly being tested just to see if we would come up positive. My wife was just afraid I would bring something home and she didn’t relish the idea of orphaning our kids.

Good times. Be safe.

[Bailey Guns]

I'm with your wife on that. I'm tempted to force my wife to undergo a high-level decon procedure every time she walks in the house from work. It creeps me out to think of what she might be carrying inside our home just on her shoes after walking around a hospital all day. I hate hospitals.



"Sorry, sweetheart. You know the drill."