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    Quote Originally Posted by SIXTO View Post
    Now for the happy part; the troopers were finally able to make contact with the family, and the toddler was safe with grandma all night. Drunk momma dropped him off with her so she could go party with her friends. I've never been so happy and angry at the same time.
    Thank God this story had a happy ending. I cringe at some of the things you and other LEOs have been through. I don't know if I could do it. I admit, I'm too sensitive about some things. Drunk driving and children getting hurt for any reason are just a couple of them.


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    Yeah... theres something that makes you connect when you have a kid that is the same age as one you are looking for or tending to. I worked a wreck where a bunch of kids were drinking all day at the local swimming hole and overturmed a jeep on the way home. No one in the Jeep had a seatbelt on except the passenger in the front, and everyone got ejected but him. Trouble was, the jeep rolled over his head. Every one else was OK, bruised up and scratched up but not hurt to bad. There were all cousins.

    As he layed there in the middle of the road breathing out bright red frothy blood and I found out that he was 19, same age at the time as my son, I realized that this kid was about to die just because he had made a mistake, and for some reason it really bothered me. I kept thinking that it could have been my son laying there. We requested a Medivac and blocked off the road for the helicopter landing. I helped put the kid in the helicopter and I noticed the blood pressure monitor on him was reading 70 over 50. I knew right then he wouldnt make it.

    I couldnt sleep that night for thinking about it and wondering if he lived or died. I found out at church the next morning that he didnt make it.
    I would rather stand against the cannons of the wicked than against the prayers of the righteous.


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    I've had a few like that too hotguns. I've had more fatal crashes involving kids 16-20 than any other age group. Every one of them I could smell the alcohol in the blood that was spilled on the street.
    "Just blame Sixto"

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    yeah

    my old EMS department was responsible for all of the coroner's runs...

    some things you never forget

    I do remember the one suicide I wound up in bed with...

    guy loaded 4 rounds in a bolt action 30-06 sat down in bed and ate a round (it never exited) we went to put him in a body bag and somehow I found out the hard way that it was a water bed... and not wave less either... rigor had set in and well I wound up pinned under a dead guy - I am so glad that there was no exit wound...

    I have always wondered what he was planning on doing with the other three rounds...


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    OK, This is a morbid question that I already know the answer too, please dont BS on this one if you dont know first hand...

    The death rattle, aint it freaky? Or how about the death smell... not the rotting flesh smell, but the smell of death itself. It freaks me out just thinking about it.
    Some guys dont notice, dont care or just ignore it, but we all know its there.
    Those are the signs when you just know its over... do you ignore it and just keep pushing on?
    "Just blame Sixto"

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    At the murder I worked a few months ago, one of the part timers therre was a full time EMT with the Fire Dept,he was on the Rescue Unit.

    We were the first responders, and it was obvious to me that the guy was dead. He had so many entrance and exit wounds from being shot that doing CPR would have been futile even if he wasnt already dead. I had to convince him NOT to start CPR, because once you start it you cant legally stop until a Doctor calls it.

    I could tell that he wanted very much to do more for the guy, but it was too late. What finally convinced him was when we rolled him to check damage, a bullet entering the victims chin had exited out the base of his skull, and a little section of brain sorta rolled out onto the grass. That convinced him that we didnt need to do anything else except secure the scene.

    I really beleive that I saw him expire. When I got to him his eyes were wide open. As I was looking at him trying to figure out what was what, his eyes closed and then opened half way. His whole body just sort of relaxed and settled and his eyes started glazing over. He didnt make any sound though, probably due to the fact that his lungs had been swiss cheesed.
    I would rather stand against the cannons of the wicked than against the prayers of the righteous.


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    we used to keep on pushing... never had anyone die in my ambulance on my watch.

    they were either dead when we got to them or the died at the hospital, but yes the smell is unmistakable



    the ones I hated the most were dead in beds (older often neglected folks - not found for weeks or even months (esp. in summer) (or in winter when everyone thinks that they went south) and deaths from fires - I can never get that smell off...

    lots of the guys used to smoke after those kinds of calls, I used to put vicks vapor rub on my mustache inside a surgical mask (lots of vicks)

    I had a hospice patient I picked up to take to a "Dr. Appointment" she was in "agonal breathing" I knew she was dieing and our protocols required that we take her to the nearest ER - the family on scene says "she has a DNR" (this was just after Ohio passed the DNR law) no one had tested it and the service I was with at that time was privately owned corp.... I told family I would stall - they called hospice nurse to scene... two hours later we got to take her to Hospice and she passed away a couple of hours later...

    my youngest daughter's cat recently got sick and died - he waited for her to come home from hanging out with her friends... so if any of you saw me walking out back at midnight with a shovel and a small box... he had that same labored, tired breathing


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    On patrol in the parish (county) one night we were sent to a very small town that was noted for having several grungy little bars in a row. I don't remember the exact reason we were sent, but anyway when we got to the location there was a vehicle out in the gravel parking lot, and a body laying face-down nearby. No one was around, not a person at all. The guy was dead, by the pool of blood under him, you could tell he had bled out. We called back to the SO and got everything in motion. So the coroner arrives and he has the photographer take all the necessary photos, then he wants to turn him over on his back for more photos. So we turn him over. Now I've seen enough knife and puncture wounds, and I don't know if any of you have ever heard of the expression, "he was cut, long, deep and continuous", but I saw long, deep and continuous that night. This guy had been cut from just under his chin, deeply, straight down through his neck, as far down as the killer could cut deep. The photographer was shocked at the amount of exposed neck anatomy. I got the guys wallet and was looking at his I.D. and I kept reading his name, over and over to myself, it was familiar. I kept looking at his body, and looking at his I.D. and finally realized I KNEW HIM, though I didn't recognize him at night, dead, face down.
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    Death by Viagra

    I got a S-7 (dead body) dispatched to me one afternoon.
    I get to the victim's house, and a white female was screaming I didn't kill him over and over.


    Apparently our young man had just got out of the hospital, suffering with chest pains.
    So to celebrate surviving a hart attack, he hired a call girl and two tabs of Viagra and proceed to die with a smile on his face and his pants around his ankles.
    "A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on."
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    Several years ago, on a Friday night, my sons (aged 16, 13, 12) were out in the back yard playing paintball with several friends. The backyard was shared with our church's property. So, they would roam over the 4+ acres, including the buildings, even 'sniping' from the top of the roof.

    This particular night, my wife and I were in the family room. We had pulled out the sleeper sofa, and were watching a movie, along with our oldest son's GF.

    About 11:00, the 12 yr old comes running in sweating and breathless (dressed in black from head to toe), yelling, "Dad, the cops are here and want to see you!"

    I go outside to find 3 or 4 police cars (marked and unmarked), along with 3 or 4 officers (uniformed and 1 in all black), and all the kids rounded up. The LEO in all black is giving these kids up the country. Clearly very angry about something.

    It turns out, my oldest son, AgentMel, had spotted the unmarked when it first arrived. He went over, paintball gun in hand, and when the LEO got out of the car, AgentMel said, "Hey, buddy. How's it going?"

    LEO: I'm not your buddy. Put down the weapon.

    Agentmel: This is a paintball gun.

    LEO: I don't care. Put it down and get everyone else over here.

    So, the kids are rounded up.

    LEO: What are you all doing here?

    Agentmel: It's okay, we have permission.

    LEO: From who?

    Agentmel: From the preacher.

    LEO: Where is the preacher?

    Agentmel: He's in bed with my mother.

    Once LEO figured out that the preacher was Agentmel's dad, he was not happy.

    About that time, I walked out of the house (parsonage) on the church property, to see this LEO ripping these kids verbally.

    I don't know how that LEO felt about that night, but we have laughed about that all these years.

    That's my boy!
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    Quote Originally Posted by miklcolt45 View Post
    LEO: Where is the preacher?

    Agentmel: He's in bed with my mother.


    That's great! There is no other way for him to say it, but it sounds bad no matter what. I'm still laughing.

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    Quote Originally Posted by ron8903 View Post
    Apparently our young man had just got out of the hospital, suffering with chest pains.
    So to celebrate surviving a hart attack, he hired a call girl and two tabs of Viagra and proceed to die with a smile on his face and his pants around his ankles.
    Hey, you know, if you gotta die... that ain't such a bad way to do it. How old was he?



    On another note, I just wanted to say, I thank all of you sincerely for sharing your stories - this thread really gives us an idea about all of the different hats an officer must wear, all of the problems you guys have to deal with daily.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Pete Zaria View Post
    Hey, you know, if you gotta die... that ain't such a bad way to do it. How old was he?



    On another note, I just wanted to say, I thank all of you sincerely for sharing your stories - this thread really gives us an idea about all of the different hats an officer must wear, all of the problems you guys have to deal with daily.

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    He will get no older than 35
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    Good story there Dave...

    Reminds me of the time that we had a "cows out" call.
    We had a new guy on shift, but he was far from being a rookie. He had in fact retired from the NYC PD's Bronx Division. City copping was all he ever knew and he was as clueless about living in the country as they come.

    Mike was his name and he was actually a great guy, loved a good joke and was fun to be around once you got past that New Yawk accent. He had met his wife while he was stationed at Little Rock Air force Base when he was in the Air Force as a young man in AF Security and from there he turned into a NYC cop. He talked his wife who was from Arkansas, into moving with him to NY. She agreed, wanting a change of pace and to see the big city.

    Anyhow, when he retired, she had all of the big city experience she could stand and insisted on moving back to Arkansas to be closer to her parents and sisters. So they moved back, got their dream house in the Ozarks with some land and she got a job at the local hospital. After about 3 months of sitting at the house doing nothing he got bored.

    He walked into the Sheriffs Office, met the Sheriff, introduced himself and applied for a job...that wasn't even posted yet. Timing being everything, as luck would have it, the day before one of our Deputy's turned in his notice as he was offered a higher paying job at another S.O. So the Sheriff agreed and once his background checked out he was scheduled for a certification class.

    Things went well, but it was like a totally new world to him. Imagine coming from a city where the most rabid anti-gun fanatics live, to one where purt near every truck has a gun it the back window. He got a crash course on life in the south ,but he was eager to learn.

    So we are out one night, hes a few miles away, and a "cows out" call at such and such place goes out. He figures hes pretty close,so he takes the call. Only thing is...he didn't have a clue as to how to respond. So he calls me up on our talk-around channel for instruction. I tell him that its a pretty easy thing, to just walk up to the cow while speaking softly and to gently grab its tail. Then to pull lightly and the cow will back up right into the gate and into the pasture from whence it came.

    The thing is, there were a total of 5 Deputy's out that night and since we had just finished eating at one of the local restaurants we were all still pretty close. All of them checked in route, just to see how this would go down.

    I got there a couple of minutes behind him. Sure enough, there were 3 cows out on in the ditch because the gate was open....around here a not too uncommon occurrence. So I hit the flashing lights and turn my spotlight on the gate, because its just now starting to get dark.

    What I see is absolutely hilarious. The grass was wet and here is the New Yorker grabbed on to the tail of a nice sized cow, who has other ideas, and it looks like he is water skiing behind it, skidding along the grass holding on for dear life and trying to keep his footing at the same time. I casually ask how its going and as he sails on by he says" he wont stop, he wont stop, I cant get him to stop..".

    Luckily, the cow, seeing that the gate is lit up by the spotlight, runs right through and back into the pasture. I tell him to let go as soon as the cow gets to the gate so as not to confuse it. He lets the cow go and smacks into the fencepost which knocks him down into the rather muddy entrance. "That was great" I said. "It would have been perfect if you would have let go a bit sooner." "And it aint a 'he' its a 'she".

    Now usually the way it works, if you can get one cow through the gate, the others will naturally follow.Shining the spotlight on the gate kind of encourages them a bit. The other two cows were already heading that way, but they were taking their time about it. I suspect that they would have made it on their own after a few minutes but me being the friend that I am, I suggested that he "catch" the other two and put them up before we got another more serious call.

    As he was walking up to cow no.2, another Deputy walks up to me. He had seen enough to ask what in the heck was going on. "No problem:" I said. "He is just Cow Surfing".

    Deputy No. 2 looks at me crazy like, like he had done a hundred times before.

    "Just watch this" I say with a little smirk on my face....

    Within a minute, the shift Sergeant pulls up and walks up to us both. He asks why we are just watching and not helping. I told him that the NY Deputy had never had a "cows out" call and didn't know that there was such a thing. He did hear me give instructions to him on the talk-around channel though.

    So the cow catching Deputy grabs on to the tail of cow no.2, who begins mooing so loudly that we could barely hear each other speak.When I mean loud, I mean ear splitting. He asks for help. The Sergeant very coolly tells him that its best for one man to put them all up, lest the cows become confused.

    Right about then, as the Deputy is skiing to the gate trying not to fall down, all of the food that that poor creature had eaten in the last week shot out hitting the Deputy right square in the chest. He let the cow go, and in doing so lost his balance and fell headfirst into what little had made it to the ground. I think. Us three Deputies were laughing so hard the we were tearing up. The Sergeant was doubled over with laughter, holding onto the hood of the car, until he fell, rolling on the ground laughing. It would rank high as one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

    I told him that he was pulling the cows tail a bit too hard. " if you pull too hard" I said, "they cant stand the pressure."

    Mike was a good sport about it. He went home, cleaned up, changed uniforms and returned to his shift. He even thanked me for putting up cow no.3 for him, since he was "indisposed"as he called it. We told him that he for the most part did an excellent job, and that sometimes these things just happened. Being the trooper that he was, he never even questioned it...

    but he did question why the dispatchers when putting out a "cows out"call,would ask him if he could "handle the pressure" whenever he told then that he would take it.
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    120, 120 go, 120 roll over to the horse-pit-tail and see Doc. Morgan. 120 Rodger. We head on over toward the hospital Bill was riding tonight with me,had a new "under sheriff" and she had decided to go with a two man units during the day,,wasn't going to argue, made back up easy.

    We roll up and see Doc.Morgan and some guy in a suit standing at the back door smoking, guy turns out to be the new "Mental Health" expert for the county, Doc says we need to take him along and hands us paper on a Ms.Josephina Smith{cover name}"Ms Smith is an endangerment to her self and family"

    The three of us load up and roll off, now its a 35 minute drive as the crow flies to her house and Bill gets to talking with the MH guy, seems hes from Jersey and had come out to way after school, rides going good he's oohing and ahing at the farms and an-i-mules along the way,we turn into a small housing unit shy of the county line , typical every thing build along one road in and out branching off into dead end roads.

    "MH" guy allows as all we have to do is drive down to the end of Wiclow street on the right and it will be the fourth house in left side. We make the turns roll up to the house , and stop, nothing special about the place looks to be a nice neighborhood,

    We are just marking out when MH jumps out and walks up to the door and starts pounding on it, Bill just about came unglued," YO DILBERT, STEP AWAY FROM THE DOOR!!!".

    We both jump out and walk up to him Bill grip's his arm and yanks him out of the way. Now this whole time nothing is happening inside the house no noise at all, Bill knocks on the door and yells out its the Sheriff department come to the door.

    Front of the house all so has a window off to the left, but its more like one you would find in a kitchen , about shoulder height, I slide along the wall and go to the left side of it and look back in, you can see straight through the kitchen into the hall way and see the bottom of the stairs,, and there low and behold is what appears to be a young woman long brunet hair and BUTT BALL NECKED, WITH A MEAT CLEAVER!!!!, I called Bill over to show him,and we start scratching our heads.

    MH is getting a little p-oed Get in there and get her before she hurts some one" Bill responded "Well hell we're some one"

    120 dispatch, 120 go, We have a small problem,naked woman with a meat cleaver holed up inside the home. THE RADIO COMES ALIVE!!!

    120 wait one,, a minute latter , Under Sheriff- 120,120 go do you have a valid mental health pick up? Yes ma'am we do. 120 then kick the door in and get her. 10-4 120 out.

    I turned to Bill and he is just shaking his head, " Dave we are going to end up shooting that woman""

    Bill I got an idea, does that door have a dead bolt on it? {Bill} No.
    Kay you start banging on it again and I'm going to slip around the back and see if I can find a way in,,make allot of noise and I get in behind her and thump her with Mr.Texan... {BILL} Kay go for it.

    He starts banging and hollering for her to come out, MH is watching through the window, "Bill she isn't moving ,just keeps digging into the wood with the knife".

    I can hear every thing going on in the front and have found a set of patio doors in the back. Looking in I can see any sticks or locks in the track, so ease the ole buck knife out and slide it into the lock work and pry back on it. I hear Bill scream my name and look up into a naked womans face with a BIG DAMN KNIFE!!! Scared me so damn bad fell right back on my butt.

    Bill kicks the door and comes running toward the back, He's yelling at her drop the knife, she turns looks at him and just passed out.

    We all get inside and MH goes to get her some cloths to put on,,not sure of the phrase but I believe its referred to as catatonic, she was as stiff as a board couldn't bend her at all.

    We wrapped her in a blanket and placed her in the back of the wagon and off to the loony bin we went.

    They had to give her some kind of shot to relax her there,,turns out she was just 17 years old and married to a Marine killed in RVN two weeks earlier.

    MH knew about it and forgot to tell us,,"Oh thats not important for you to know" Bill hit him so hard it knock him slam over a railing and into some rose bushes.

    "Damn Bill,thanks for kicking the door, was afraid I was going have to shoot her", "No problem amigo she was to scare to do any thing really, should have seen her eyes"

    Six weeks latter we where told her family form Beaufort{Sp} came and took her home, all for the better I'd say
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