Dynamic

A 'Dynamic' entry is what you see S.W.A.T. officers doing in movies. It is a fast paced, smash the door, run in and throw the bad guys to the ground, turbo charged, adrenaline pumping, violent act. The idea is to use surprise and speed to gain a tactical advantage on a shit bag's home turf. I was always told that dogs will turn tail and run as you rush in, even big nasty toothy mean bastards. So, no shit there I was, helping an Immigration Officer with a high risk felony warrant. We had to find a shit bag in a trailer house. Gun out. Stack on the door. It is open so we let our selves in. Immigra turns right so I turn left, room clear, now a hall way so I rush to the end. There is a piece of plywood in the doorway and behind that a dog. I pause for 1/2 a second and then hurl the wood across the room. The dog scooted past me like a streak. Guess they were right. I find shit bag under a pile of clothes and hook him up. This is why I love to do my job. Who else gets to do shit like this?

Plugged

Carry ear plugs with you at all times. Nothing is worse than starting your shift and getting called to shoot a deer and then being deaf for the rest of the night. Can't hear my radio, can't talk on the cell phone and can't hear what the little old lady is saying as you take her complaint. After going a night asking everyone to repeat themselves I tossed a set in my kit. Only problem is that the kit is in the car and low and behold I found myself out in the brush next to another deer that needs the 'final solution'. So I go another shift with out the aid of my hearing. Now there is a set in my pocket and when ever I forget them I end up shooting something...

Need Sleepy Time (part II)

The engine is running. I grip the steering wheel and attempt to focus on the darkness that I am plunging into. I don't know how long I was out but now I can't see a thing. Slam on the brakes. Can't see the road. Don't know how fast I am moving. Not long til I hit something hard. I brace myself and wait. And wait. Then it strikes me. I am parked. The car is in park and the headlights are off. Too tired to drive so I stopped, turned up the 2-way, set the alarm for 20 minutes, and took a power nap. Now I turn on the lights and put the cruiser in 'D'. Where the hell am I? I know this county inside out but have no idea. I turn right. The 2-way crackles and I respond with a guttural utterance. Now everyone knows. 3 miles of gravel road before I finally get it figured out. I need coffee before I kill myself.

Need Sleepy Time (part I)

Researchers say that you can not 'bank' sleep to use when you need it. That sucks for the Law Dog on patrol all night. Regularly, we spar with the Z-Monster and some times he wins. I have tried to condition my self to stay awake and alert while working the graveyard. The radio helps, frequent stops to take short walks, and a cup of coffee will keep me going for 2-3 hours. One of the problems I have is that if I nod off behind the wheel I speed up. So, 'No shit there I was' driving home one early morning. The Z-Monster was giving me the beat down I was out. The squad begins to accelerate and reaches a cruising speed of 110 mph. I don't know why but that is how fast it always levels out at. Visions of Crushing Crime, free ammo, and a huge buck fill my mind. Huge buck? It is usually a fleeing suspect...That is when I see the largest damn white tail deer ever to stand in the middle of a road way. I pull on the wheel and miss the bastard by inches. Noticing that the speedo is showing 110, I throttle back and roll the window down. I am awake now.