Okay, no fussing. This is a feel-good thread for the LEO's (Low Earth Orbit?) of this board.
I have some cop encounter horror stories, I have some cop encounter horror stories when I was the horrible cop. I also have some I Love the Police Stories, and I want share one of them.
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Somewhere around New Years Day, mebbe it was new years day, 1981 or so. The Dog was merrily making his way back up to WV from Baton Rouge where he had been for xmas visiting friends. It was an abnormally cold holiday season in the south, pipes bursting all over the place as the temps in the deep south approached zero some nights. All in all pretty miserable.
The dog was merrily putt-putting his way east across interstate 40 towards Va from Nashville somewhere west of Knoxville when his 63 vw bug started to bellyache about something. It was near midnight, and in those days I40 was not what it is today. Sometime in the wee hours it ran out of power entirely and the dog pulled off the road at the top of an entrance ramp with no services, bundled up as best he could and walked across the interstate to the westbound side and attempted to hitch a ride back to last truck stop he saw some 20 miles back.
It was not to be, the little traffic there was, was comprised of 18wheelers moving like southern freights in open country (which they were) and the blast of cold of every passing truck was just too much. The dog caved and piled back into the back seat of his little bug and cocooned up best he could in his sleeping bag to await daylight.
Sometime in the night, a cruiser pulled up behind him and hit the bug with a spotlight, paused, and then moved on. The dog was grateful, he didn't want to come out of the sleeping bag to explain why he was camping on an interstate right-of-way.
Suddenly, there was an intense rapping on the glass that just wouldn't stop. The dog managed to free his head from his sleeping back and everything was light, he was confused, he was disoriented, then he heard the voice. "Anyone in there? Are you Okay?"
It was day light, hours later. The dog was so cold he could hardly speak let alone move. Someone was trying to get into the car, but it was locked, and they were banging on the glass and yelling, "Anyone In there?".
The glass was covered with about 1/2" of frost on the inside, so no one could see in, and the dog couldn't see out. The voice said "Unlock the door, this is the Police".
The dog fumbled foward and grabbed the door latch and opened it, and there in the whipping cold, was a Sgt of the Tennessee State Police. A cop, a pig, who with a look of shock on his face said, "Oh my God!, son, get back here into my cruiser right now."
It took the dog a few moments to get unravelled and with the troopers help, he stumbled back to the cruiser, (right front seat) to thaw out.
The Sgt got in and began to apologise profusely for it seems that he had been the car in the night with the spotlight, and just couldn't belive that anyone would out on a night this cold, so he hadn't bothered to get out and check the vehicle because it was so cold and he saw no sign of any occupant. But he hadn't gotten out and checked. So it had gnawed at him that he hadn't /made sure/. So at the end of his shift he came back and saw the frosted up windows and freaked out. There was someone in there. Not usually a big deal, but you see, dear reader, that night it had been a record 15 below with wind gusts to 40 mph. Someone could have easily frozen to death because the trooper -in his mind and heart- hadn't /made sure/.
We drove off up the interstate a few more miles to the next truck stop where he bought me breakfast, had his son-in-law take his tow-truck out and fetch my little bug and take it to a heated garage to thaw out what was obviously a frozen fuel line.
He shared a lot of things with me, like what was wrong with Pot. (this was before the war-on-drugs upped the ante). Pot he said was evil because on a night as cold this one, beautiful gals were home in bed by themselves, and the guys who should be sleepin with them to keep them warm were huddled up smoking that damned dope somewhere.
He kept saying he should have had checked, I could have spent the night at his house on the couch in front of the fire and his wife would have fixed us breakfast. Then we could have gone out and fetched my car.
By noon my car was running again, I made what thanks to all I could, remembered the drygas after that, and left for home.
He was an old timer, had white hair, and as a trooper had no doubt seen and done some real sh*t in his day.
As far as I am concerned he was as good a man as God ever let walk the face of this earth. And he wore the badge. Because of men and women like him, I love the police.
True story.
I have some cop encounter horror stories, I have some cop encounter horror stories when I was the horrible cop. I also have some I Love the Police Stories, and I want share one of them.
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Somewhere around New Years Day, mebbe it was new years day, 1981 or so. The Dog was merrily making his way back up to WV from Baton Rouge where he had been for xmas visiting friends. It was an abnormally cold holiday season in the south, pipes bursting all over the place as the temps in the deep south approached zero some nights. All in all pretty miserable.
The dog was merrily putt-putting his way east across interstate 40 towards Va from Nashville somewhere west of Knoxville when his 63 vw bug started to bellyache about something. It was near midnight, and in those days I40 was not what it is today. Sometime in the wee hours it ran out of power entirely and the dog pulled off the road at the top of an entrance ramp with no services, bundled up as best he could and walked across the interstate to the westbound side and attempted to hitch a ride back to last truck stop he saw some 20 miles back.
It was not to be, the little traffic there was, was comprised of 18wheelers moving like southern freights in open country (which they were) and the blast of cold of every passing truck was just too much. The dog caved and piled back into the back seat of his little bug and cocooned up best he could in his sleeping bag to await daylight.
Sometime in the night, a cruiser pulled up behind him and hit the bug with a spotlight, paused, and then moved on. The dog was grateful, he didn't want to come out of the sleeping bag to explain why he was camping on an interstate right-of-way.
Suddenly, there was an intense rapping on the glass that just wouldn't stop. The dog managed to free his head from his sleeping back and everything was light, he was confused, he was disoriented, then he heard the voice. "Anyone in there? Are you Okay?"
It was day light, hours later. The dog was so cold he could hardly speak let alone move. Someone was trying to get into the car, but it was locked, and they were banging on the glass and yelling, "Anyone In there?".
The glass was covered with about 1/2" of frost on the inside, so no one could see in, and the dog couldn't see out. The voice said "Unlock the door, this is the Police".
The dog fumbled foward and grabbed the door latch and opened it, and there in the whipping cold, was a Sgt of the Tennessee State Police. A cop, a pig, who with a look of shock on his face said, "Oh my God!, son, get back here into my cruiser right now."
It took the dog a few moments to get unravelled and with the troopers help, he stumbled back to the cruiser, (right front seat) to thaw out.
The Sgt got in and began to apologise profusely for it seems that he had been the car in the night with the spotlight, and just couldn't belive that anyone would out on a night this cold, so he hadn't bothered to get out and check the vehicle because it was so cold and he saw no sign of any occupant. But he hadn't gotten out and checked. So it had gnawed at him that he hadn't /made sure/. So at the end of his shift he came back and saw the frosted up windows and freaked out. There was someone in there. Not usually a big deal, but you see, dear reader, that night it had been a record 15 below with wind gusts to 40 mph. Someone could have easily frozen to death because the trooper -in his mind and heart- hadn't /made sure/.
We drove off up the interstate a few more miles to the next truck stop where he bought me breakfast, had his son-in-law take his tow-truck out and fetch my little bug and take it to a heated garage to thaw out what was obviously a frozen fuel line.
He shared a lot of things with me, like what was wrong with Pot. (this was before the war-on-drugs upped the ante). Pot he said was evil because on a night as cold this one, beautiful gals were home in bed by themselves, and the guys who should be sleepin with them to keep them warm were huddled up smoking that damned dope somewhere.
He kept saying he should have had checked, I could have spent the night at his house on the couch in front of the fire and his wife would have fixed us breakfast. Then we could have gone out and fetched my car.
By noon my car was running again, I made what thanks to all I could, remembered the drygas after that, and left for home.
He was an old timer, had white hair, and as a trooper had no doubt seen and done some real sh*t in his day.
As far as I am concerned he was as good a man as God ever let walk the face of this earth. And he wore the badge. Because of men and women like him, I love the police.
True story.