And what about someone like me back in my day--long hair, beard, tattoos, biker garb--who's got five guys on me while we're on the ground cussing, fighting and rolling around, and I yell, "I'M A COP!!! Help me out!"
Can't identify me, unless I ask the guys I'm fight with for a time-out so I can badge you so you can make POSITIVE identification, so do you let me just get my brains stomped out or stabbed or shot?
I got into that exact same situation on a backroad in Alabama one night, except it was with three guys. My gov't car was behind the suspects' car and I had my grill lights and kojak going. A citizen stopped and fired two shots in the air, which stopped the fight.
He yelled at me, "I've got a permit!"
I asked him how he knew who to yell at and he told me, "Three guys on one, I figured you were the cop."
Geez, this place is becoming a haven for keyboard commandos that would be better off going to school instead of skipping class to play on their parent's computer.
I always love how those who openly profess they would do nothing because THEY by-god come first and foremost before anyone and everyone else, always resort to the "commando" retort. Best they can do, I suppose. . .
I'm still shaking my head in utter disbelief that anyone who works behind a badge would simply walk past a fellow citizen in imminent danger of being seriously hurt or killed and do nothing simply because they're "off-duty" and then disparage anyone who believe helping out is the moral and proper thing to do.
Jeff