Late one night in early November of last year, I came home after spending almost two weeks at sea aboard a submarine on sea trials. I arrived home nearly at midnite, parking my beat-up, old commuter car (an 86 Chrysler LeBaron GTS, affectionately known at various times in its life as "The Iaccoca Cruiser," "Rocket-Car" and now as "The Shawn Bomb") out in the street, off to the far side of my house. I'd called home on my company cell phone as soon as I got topside to tell my wife I was on my way home. I could see from my parking spot on the street, thru the kitchen bay window, that the living room lights & TV were on as my wife awaited me.
It was raining hard & I thought about leaving my gear in the car to retrieve in the morning. Then I realized my shaving kit & toothbrush were packed in my ditty bag & I decided I didn't want to have to come out into the rain to get my stuff in the morning. I ended up getting soaked as I gathered up my stuff from the car in the pouring rain. The last thing I did was hit the electric "all lock" button on the driver's side door before I went into the house.
After getting inside & unpacked, I enjoyed a rum & coke that my wife had lovingly poured for me, before settling down and turning-in for the night. Because my hours were so wacky at sea aboard the boat, I was having trouble falling asleep. I reckon it was a little more than a half hour after I crawled into bed that I heard the noise. A "tink" sound that seemed to come from the kitchen area. My wife had heard it too. It sounded almost like piled-up dirty dishes gently shifting in the sink. The key word is "almost." Intuition told me something just wasn't right & I decided to get up and investigate.
I keep a Surefire 9P flashlight stored in a GunVault on my nightstand. I entered the combination & got my flashlight. I put on my eyeglasses & robe, moved to the hallway & paused to listen. I was expecting to hear one of our cats jump down from the kitchen counter and scurry behind the couch, as she always does when she knows she's been caught doing something she's not supposed to do. I heard nothing but the roar of heavy rainfall.
Sensing there wan't any threat, I decided to leave my Glock 19 in the GunVault. However to satisfy a nagging doubt I decided I was going to look for the source of the noise. I figured this would be a great opportunity to do some flashlight tactics training too.
From behind concealment, before proceeding into the living room area I shot several quick, short, intermittently timed bursts of light from my 9P into the room and along the path I intended to travel to make sure it was clear of gear adrift, & to verify that the coffee table was where I expected it to be. (Once prior I'd stumbled into the coffee table in the dark because I wasn't where I thought I was.) Everything looked OK, & I moved to a new position near the kitchen. I paused & listened but heard nothing. Again, from behind concealment, I shot several quick, short bursts of light into the kitchen, holding the 9P at random elevations & saw nothing amiss. I entered the kitchen & checked the sink to see if what was in it could have caused the noise. It was empty. I'd also not heard either of our two cats scurrying through the house to evade me as I moved about. Something wasn't right!
I shone a burst of light under the dining room table & spied the big cat comfortably settled into one of the dining room table chairs. Her body language told me she'd been there awhile.
Although I'd previously checked before entering, I shot a quick burst of light into the living room to see if the smaller cat was perched in her usual nocturnal location on the back of the couch, peering out the picture window to watch for nighttime animal activity in the backyard. (She has an annoying habit of howling when she sees another cat outside.) She wasn't there.
I then turned my attention to the outside. I didn't want to turn on the back light because previous experience had shown me that the floodlights would reflect off the heavy rainfall and obscure my vision beyond the rear deck area (like turning on a car's highbeams in the fog). Therefore I shot several beams of light out the back window to see if the wind had caused anything to shift on the deck & to see if there was anything of interest farther into the yard and out to the woods. (Our backyard abuts a swampy "green belt" that's full of mature Alder trees, which have a nasty habit of snapping at the trunk & crashing to the ground when it's rainy and windy.) I could see nothing amiss.
Next, I investigated out the kitchen bay window in the same manner & saw nothing that could have caused the noise I'd heard.
I opened the door going out to the garage, where our old, floppy-eared german shepherd sleeps at night, & noticed she wasn't lying on her mat. She was awake, on her feet & rounded the back of the wife's Amigo from the far corner of the garage to greet me. It looked like she'd been playing with her toys. Hmmm..., could this have been the source of the noise I'd heard? Yeah, probably, I thought. I tossed her a dog biscuit & shut the door.
Just to be safe, I decided to sweep the girls' bedrooms before crawling back into bed. Checking my youngest daughter's room first, I briefly splashed light from my 9P onto the ceiling & found the small cat curled up on the bed, looking like she'd been there for a long time. Everything looked ok. A check of my eldest daughter's room, which overlooks the front yard, revealed clothes & other belongings strewn on the floor but nothing wrong. Because she has a bad habit of not securing her windows fully (the front one especially), I strobed the beam of my 9P at them to verify status.
Feeling better that everyone was okay & the house secure I slid under the covers next to my wife. A nagging doubt lingered. My wife asked if I found out what the noise was & I told her, "I'm not sure. I think it might have been the dog playing in the garage. But I'm not satisfied with that explanation. I just didn't find anything thing that would have made the kind of noise we heard."
The next morning as I unlocked the driver's door of my car to go to work, my gaze focused on the registration and insurance papers that were strewn on the driver's side seat. Hmmm..., I thought, I must've bumped the visor last night and knocked this stuff loose. When I opened the door I suddenly realized my car had been ransacked: the glove box & center console were open, their contents scattered about, & the front passenger bucket seat was locked into the fully reclined position. The car-prowler had entered through the passenger side rear door, the one door that has a sluggish electric lock solenoid. When I hit the "all lock" button to lock the doors the night before, I was in too much of a hurry to get out of the rain to verify all the doors were locked. The passenger side rear door apparently didn't lock and that's how entry was made. The thief had stolen my company cell phone. I'd left it on the center console, plugged into the charger. That was all that was missing, as there was nothing else of value I kept in the car. I realized I was lucky I hadn't left my gear in the car overnight as it would be anybody's guess would have happened to it. I called the phone company to cancel service (yep, the bad guys were already using it to make calls), the Sheriff's office to file a report, & my boss to tell him I'd be late & that my cell phone had been stolen.
As the day wore on we learned that several cars on my cul-de-sac were broken into, including my neighbor directly across the street. However the string of cars that were broken into stopped at my house. Farther down into the cul-de-sac, no cars were broken into. It appears my flashlight antics the night before had scared off the bad guys. They'd probably seen the light from my 9P as I moved throughout the house.
I figured the car-prowlers were most probably kids. Who else would be dumb enough to come down a cul-de-sac, where it's difficult to flee because there's only one way in and out.
I scolded my dog, "Cherokee, you stupid mutt! Here I feed you and care for you and you don't even bark to alert me when somebody's outside the garage door tampering with my car! A fine watch dog you are!" Suddenly an old Far Side cartoon pops into my head, the one with the dog owner talking to his dog "Ginger," and all the dog hears is "blah, blah, blah, Ginger." I chuckle to myself.
Okay, so what's the deal with this long winded story? It shows that things don't always happen like we want and expect them to happen. Sure, if I have to defend my family at home against intruders, my plan is hunker down with my family & let the bad guys come to us. But things in life aren't always black and white. My situation was from the gray area: What was that noise and where did it come from? I know I do a lot more of that kind of activity with my flashlight and Glock, maybe two or three times a year, than I do defending my family from hoardes of intruders.
Yes, a flashlight can allow an attacker to pin-point your location. However a flashlight offers more advantages than disadvantages. The key to exploiting the advantages & simultaneously minimizing the disadvantages is knowing & executing proper flashlight tactics, regardless if the flashlight is weapon mounted or handheld. In my experience those who focus on only the disadvantages are ill-informed and have little to no training or experience with good flashlight tactics.
Cheers, y'all!