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Guest Post: Lesson Learned

Mike Worley
Mike Worley

 

By MIKE WORLEY  –  Louisville Mystery Writer

Author of the Angela Masters Detective Novel Series

9462 Brownsboro Rd  #226

Louisville, KY 40241

www.mikeworleybooks.com

Sometimes lessons come from the most unlikely places. It was my second week on patrol, working the night shift. My FTO was not only a training officer but the most senior officer on the shift. As such, he had much the same authority as a sergeant. About 3:00 a.m. we were driving through the warehouse district when we came upon a dog lying in the street. The animal was alive but appeared to have a broken hip. He lay there on the pavement, unable to move.

Clint stopped the car and turned on the overheads, then walked up to the stricken dog. I stayed in the car, listening to the radio, but I could see that the dog seemed to trust my sometimes gruff FTO. After a minute or two, Clint returned to the car and picked up the radio mic.

“Boise, 107. Show us out on 9th at Fulton. We have an injured dog in the roadway. Request humane society ambulance.”

“10-4, 107,” came the reply. “We’ll have to call them out from home. ETA will be at least an hour.”

“10-4, Boise. Show us out.”

We sat in the car, the ‘bubble-gum’ red and blue lights flashing against the surrounding buildings. Clint quizzed me on various procedures and, at ten minute intervals, he walked back up the check on the dog.

We had been on the scene for a little more than twenty minutes when the radio crackled. “107, Boise, theft just occurred at ..” The dispatcher gave an address on the other side of our patrol area.

I reached for the microphone to acknowledge the ‘just occurred’ call, but Clint grabbed it out of my hand. “Boise, 107, did you not copy that we are out at 9th and Fulton?”

“Affirmative, 107. Humane is enroute. Shall I show you responding to the call?”

“Boise, this is 107A (making it clear the transmission was coming from the senior officer). Give that call to someone else. We are not leaving this location until Humane gets here.”

“10-4, 107A,” came a chagrinned reply.

Clint could sense that I was looking at him with a ‘have you lost your mind’ look.   “Mike, unlike most of the people you will encounter in this job, both ‘good’ and ‘bad’, a dog will never lie to you. We’re staying here.”

 

Mike Worley served 32 years with the Boise, Idaho, Police Department. He retired as a captain in 2001 to become the chief of police in suburban Meridian, Idaho. After two years in that position, he retired from active law enforcement, but continued working with police officers as an instructor and course coordinator for the Southern Police Institute at the University of Louisville. Today, he is retired but writes detective suspense novels. He has written five books in the Angela Masters Detective Novel series, including “Retribution,” “Grand Jeté,” “Entitlement,” “Ghost,” and “Fire Storm.” Mike lives in Louisville, KY.

Entitlement – First Place in the 2014 Public Safety Writers Association Published Fiction category

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Ramblings, To Carry or Not to Carry

My apologies but there will not be photos with this week’s Rambling post due to computer issues.
–Thonie
By Hal Collier, LAPD, retired
Hal is a thirty-five year veteran of LAPD. We are pleased he is sharing his stories with us.
This may be political and of little interest to non-police but it’s a true concern to anyone who ever wore a badge. Due to the recent deaths of individuals in Ferguson, Missouri and New York,a threat to cops all across the country has become apparent. Some media posts have actually suggested that people go out and kill cops, even retired cops. Two New York police officers were shot to death as they sat in their car!
Ok, I live in Los Angeles, not a small town without it’s share of crime. When I was an active member of the LAPD I carried my loaded handgun off duty all the time. The reason was not so much to stop a crime but to protect myself and my family. I once carried a loaded gun to a wedding. Heck, I saw crooks on every corner back then.
After I retired I carried my gun for about a year then slipped into that retired mode. I only carried it occasionally and it depended on where I was going and what clothes I was wearing.  Huh? Clothes?
Yea, try concealing a loaded handgun under a tank top and tucked into your shorts. You might as well slip a red brick into your waist band. I once put my six shot .38 caliber revolver in my waist band to pick up a take-out order. While standing in the restaurant lobby my gun slipped down my pant leg. I had visions of being prone out by the local cops.
There were occasions when my wife carried my gun in her purse! She was a pretty good shot but I’m not sure how my department would have felt about my wife shooting a thug with my gun. 
Ok, back to today’s dilemma. After retirement and a few years of easing out of the cop mentality, I stopped taking my gun everywhere. I always know where it is but I only take out my gun to clean and oil it. I also check to make sure the bullets aren’t turning green.
Last week my wife informs me that we need to go to the credit union for some Christmas cash. No problem, our local branch is at the LAPD Police Academy. I’ve been to the academy about a half dozen times this past year, without my gun. 
I suddenly remember the stories of people targeting cops, even retired cops. I shift into my cop mode: I’m leaving the bank at the police academy with a pocket full of cash. I’ve got cop written all over me, I’m loading up. 
My wife looks at me as I slip my fully-loaded 9 MM auto between my legs as I back out of the driveway. I’m wondering if I should have brought another fifteen round magazine of ammo. As we leave the credit union I’m watching for cars following us. We make it home, but I’m wondering, should I now carry all the time or slip back into my retired mode? 
Once a cop always a cop!  Let the bad guys guess when I carry my gun!             
                                                                                                                          Hal