[maxiball]

I was working N.E. zone with a partner.
My partner was a vietnam vet and had about one year more police work under his belt than I did.
A female voice came over the radio pleading for help saying "they got the cop".
Turned out this was a township dollar a year wannabe cop.
He was looking for a run-a-way juvinile girl when the girls boyfriend got the jump on the copper and took him hostage.
The girls mother witnessed the affair and called for help over the police radio.
Me'n partner responded to the address which was about 2 miles out of town.
Being a dumb rookie I parked right in front of the house where the girl, boyfriend and hostage copper were.
We exited the crusier and got a small hail storm of bullets from a .22 rifle and the cops .357 maggie.
We didn't have hand held portable radios back then so communicating was a little difficult.
I managed to get the car door open enough to pull the radio mic outside with me as I used the crusier for cover.
The s.g. was of course, locked in the trunk!
I yelled for partner to grab the shottie as everytime I moved I got shot at.
No repsonse from my partner who jumped in the ditch when the shooting started. Gulp!
I managed to say at least a little something intelligable over the police radio.
A cop was taken hostage, I was under gun fire, and I couldn't locate my partner.
I heard running foot steps in the street.
I looked and in the yellow light of the one street lamp that I managed to park under, I could see partner running away as fast as he could!
Sumbitch!
I was alone, two miles out of town, armed only with a Police Positive and getting shot at everytime I moved.
I hunkered down getting the engine and left front wheel between me and the source of gunfire.
I figured out pretty quickly the hat badge, shiny hat brim, uniform badge, was reflecting light from the steet lamp so those came off rather quickly.
So did he shiny belt buckle and paton leather Sam Brown belt.
I kept the useless revolver and 12 rounds of extra ammo.
I could not get to the even more useless shottie in the trunk.
To spare a looooooooooooooooooong story suffice it to say things got worse.
We did not know the copper escaped when the two criminals started shooting at me.
He went out a back door and ran into a swamp where he hid in chest deep water.
A nearby village managed to call out two off duty coopers who came to the village h.q. to get a sniper rifle and gas gun.
My dept. sent out ONE man with gas grenades.
My hero crawled up to me saying "grab a grenade and come with me".
Nope! I was safe where I was and the grenades were the rubber baseball type that would not break a window anyway.
My hero crawled up the the suspect house, pulled the pin, stood up yelling like John Wayne, threw the grenade which promptly bounced right off the window right back at hero when it burst.
Hero got gassed real good then the crooks started using him for target practice.
He was pretty quick tho, evaded the bullets, jumped head first over a fence and right into a pile of junk complete with broken glass and sharp junk metal.
He got cut up for his troubles, gassed pretty good, but not shot.
I stayed where I was, perfectly content to watch bad go to worse.
The local village off duty coppers showed up with a 'sniper rifle'.
It was a 94 Winny with side mount scope in 30-30.
Good 'nuff I suppose for the time.
Our two off duty village heros managed to fugure out how to load the 37mm gas gun and fire a round at the window, missing it completely.
The gas shell landed in the grass and blew up, gassing both village cops!
They managed to get another shell in the gun, and put that one right thru the kitchen window.
The canister, a burning type, rolled under the gas stove and right against the main gas line.
Yes it did.
Yup. Sure did.
The burning gas cansiter ignited the gas line and burning gas shot right up the inside wall of the house.
The crooks came out pronto where we "subdued" them and dragged them out of the way of the now fully engulfed house.
The township volunteer fire brigade showed up in time to save the basement.:D :D :D :D
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"This is the police. Please come out with your hands up. You will not be harmed.":D

[Mike Weber]

Good story now tell us about the aftermath, What happened to the hostage taker?

[maxiball]

The run-a-way teen age girl, 14, was part of the abduction of the copper and did fire some shots with the .22 out the window of the house.
She went to bad a badteenager home till she was 18.
At least that was the sentence.
The fella was a juvie also, just turned 17, so he too was sent to a school for wayward boys.
If memory serves me right the girl got released to her mother when she was 16.
The best part of the whole ordeal was the fact that no one got seriously hurt and the gas canister burned the house down.:D

[Antlurz]

I'm guessin' you took your AWOL partner out for dirinks afterwards?

Ron

[maxiball]

I'm guessin' you took your AWOL partner out for dirinks afterwards?

Ron

Actually he went back to H.Q. when the ordeal was over and went home at shift change.
We had a "discussion" about his tactics in the locker room the next day.

[2quads]

Sure seems like you have seen a lot Maxi from all the posts of yours that I have read. I have seen some things that I would rather forget, but not like you. Anyway hope you are doing OK now with your injury. Although I know from experience that they never go away.:down:

[Antlurz]

Although I know from experience that they never go away.:down:From the mouth's of babes. (5 months head start... :lol:)

Ron

[maxiball]

2quads:
The injuries have only gotten worse over the years.
The injuries to the psyche have healed (with help) as best they will get.
I spent this past Sunday, Monday and Tuesday in the hospital.
In my mind there is little difference between a hospital and a county jail.
I was getting sick at my stomach, dizzy, sometimes falling down.
My doc thought strokes.
Tests said no.
Pulse rate was 40 to 50 b/p/m which is way too low and may have caused the dizziness, but the numbness in the tongue and face sounded like T.I.A. strokes again.
At any rate it was fantastic to get out of that hell hole.

[buttebob]

I have a friend in Charleston, S.C. who, when I left Charleston in 1994 was a Lt. on Charleston County Sheriff Dept.
Shortly before I met him he answered a call to a bank robbery. On arrival at the bank, the shift commanders car was parked out front. Procedure was for the first to arrive stay outside until backup arrived. On seeing the commanders car with the commander inside the bank my friend assumed it was over, and started in the bank. As he walked into the bank two black males and a black female walked out of the bank and passed him. He caught movement as they passed and one of the males grabbed him from behind with an arm around his neck and shot him three times with a 22 pistol. He pulled his service revolver, a 357 loaded with 110 gr Silver Tips, stuck it behind him into the mans ribs and pulled the trigger. The hammer caught on his shirt. He jerked it free and pulled the trigger again, it fired, dropping the robber, who died from the shot. The other two ran and got away. They caught the other two later. The woman much later. I think it was at least 5 years later that the woman was turned in by her boyfriend. She was living up north, and he got mad at her and turned her in for the reward. My friend survived, and years later he was taking a shower and felt a bump on his shoulder. He squeezed it and one of the 22 bullets popped out. They didn't remove the bullets from him.
A different kind of story. I worked at RPM Gunshop on John's Island, just south of Charleston. John's Island is a rural area that grows mostly tomatoes. The Fire Dept on John's Island has a reputation for destroying a car if they answer a car fire. One night a house across from the gunshop caught on fire. The owners rushed and got almost all of their furniture out of the house and put it in a pile away from the house. The John's Island Fire Dept arrived to put out the fire and ran right through that pile of furniture. I think they saved most of the house.

[maxiball]

:D :D
Hilarious!:up: