“Let him bleed until he passes out…”

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Big’un@Big_un

July 04, 2023

“Let him bleed until he passes out…”

I was working in the northern most patrol area. Unusual for me. This patrol area contained million dollar houses (in the 80’s) and areas being ‘Gentrified’ because of the ‘Relatively’ new Metro Subway station.
I was used to working farther down south where the all of the bars and ‘working girls’ were located.
This area had Chinese ‘Tongs’ or gangs, black gangs, prostitutes, Lawyers and politicians. The ‘Beltway’ or US I495 (The 495 for you Californians) was the northern border of the patrol area. Then the City Of Alexandria.

It had already been a stellar night.
It was midnight shift, 2100-0700.
I had only been ‘On the street’ about an hour when I stopped by a local ‘Stop and Rob’ (7/11). To get my first dose of nightly caffeine.
The store appeared empty, and the door was locked.
I took out my ‘tonfa’ (side handle baton), and rapped loudly on the double doors metal frame.
I then waited a couple of minutes.
This store was on a busy neighborhood street.
Not a good thing.
I called dispatch. “Scout…. 220 Adam”
“220 Adam, go!”
“I’m at ——- could you please contact the manager, tell them the door is locked and the store appears empty.” I then provided dispatch with the managers name and phone number from a placard in the window. (No cell phones yet)
Dispatch responded about 3-4 minutes later. The manager was quite a distance away as was the district manager. This was a 24hr store. I was given permission to force the door if I could do so with out major damage.
Whatever…
I took my tonfa, hooked it through the right doors metal handle, and pulled.
Luckily the dumbass didn’t properly secure the left door of the double doors (the stationary one) when he locked it.
With a little creaking, the two doors began bowing out in the middle, where the ‘bolt’ locking the door was located.
The bolt, and the hole into which it was secured, bent and gave way with a satisfying ‘snap!’.
Well, these doors won’t lock anymore…
The glass was still intact though.
“Scout…. 220 Adam.”
“220 Adam go!”
I’m entering the store and conducting a search.”
“10-4 220 Adam”
That would or should cause 210, and 230 Adam to slowly start heading my way.
If the crap hit the oscillating rotator, they would be faster to respond.
I drew my revolver, and entered the store.
I slowly walked the entire common area looking down each aisle.
I then entered the ‘cooler’, nothing.
I went into the ‘back’ storage room, which also appeared empty. There was a single door, in the rear of the storage area.
It was the bathroom, I checked the door, it was locked.
“Scout… 220 Adam”
“220 Adam go!”
“I’ve searched the premises with no success. I am now at the bathroom door, which is locked. I am going to ‘force’ the door.”
“10-4 220 Adam”
With that, I raised my right size 14, and kicked the door.
It burst open forcefully and slammed into the sink.
I found the clerk.
He was on the floor, in front of the commode.
It appeared as if he was sitting on the toilet (fully clothed), and fell forward on his knees, with his head resting on the floor. His pants full of shit.
He had a belt around his left biceps, and a hypodermic still in his arm. The hypo contained a mixture of his blood and whatever substance he was shooting up.
They like to push and pull the plunger to mix the heroin with their blood prior to pushing the plunger all of the way.
It’s a very weird sexual thing.
He was cold, he’d been dead for about an hour.
“Scout… 220 Adam”
“220 Adam go!”
“Please be advised that the clerk has been located and he is deceased. It appears as if he overdosed, start ‘ID’, and ‘The Coroner.”
I would wait around until an employee arrived, ID was finished processing the scene, and the body was removed.

It was now around 0100 hrs.
I was called to assist a rescue squad with a individual thought to be on PCP.
I arrived and observed a fire truck, a crash truck, and a rescue squad (Ambulance).
I hit the lights, exited the cruiser and walked over the “Brightly Lit” scene. Firemen will use any damn excuse to play with their toys…

I stood there and observed a white male in his late 20’s to early 30’s. Stoned to the gills.
The boy had ‘tried’ to knock on the center pane of a nine glass pane door.
He had forgot his keys…
Well, PCP does strange stuff to folks. He put his whole arm through the glass…
That probably wasn’t the bad part.
Taking it back out was the bad part.
Sliced it from his elbow to his wrist.
Badly..
He was bleeding to death, standing there.
He wouldn’t get into the Rescue Squad.
He refused.
The EMT had his (Mr. Sunshine’s) right forearm wrapped in a sheet.
So I was just watching, then a Battalion Chief noticed me. He demanded that I ‘do’ something before ‘Mr Sunshine’ bled to death.
“What do you suggest?
I can shoot him.
I can smack him up side the head and split it wide open.
Although, I can’t make him get in the vehicle unless I arrest him… What has he done?”
That was not the correct answer as I would later find out, not that I was wrong…
I just made him look like an ass.

“Why don’t you let him bleed until he passes out?” I suggested
That statement had the aerodynamics of a cinder block.
I received dirty looks from all present…
I guess that won’t work.

I’m intelligent, I like to think…
I looked around and realized Mr. Sunshine sure as hell didn’t own any of these places. A 1950’s neighborhood whose original owners were in their 60s.

“Hey Bright eyes!!! Over here!!!”
I clapped and snapped my fingers…
“Gary! Gary!” He stammered at me.
“Well Gary, whom do you live with? Whom were you trying to get, to let you in?” I asked (yes, that’s how I speak)
“Mama…” he said
“Holy Crap Gary!!! Do you want Mama to come home and find you dead in a damn puddle of blood here on the street?!?”

Yeah…
I was loud.
I might have yelled a ‘wee’ bit.
That shit didn’t go over well with the Battalion Chief either…
Gary got with the program though.
His stoned ass got in the Squad.
I then followed them to the Hospital.
When they got him into the Emergency room, I thought “All right! Hot fresh coffee and I can sit here and write this abortion up.”
Nope…
“Help!!! Help!!!”
::sigh::
Big man to the rescue.
Gary was being a dumbass.
Surprising huh?
I grabbed Gary, inquired as to where he ‘needed’ to be.
I placed him there as though he were a babe…
OK, it wasn’t that sweet, but I wasn’t TRYING to hurt him.
When I bounced his ass off of the floor, I knocked the air out of him.
I then got him on the gurney, I suggested to the nurse that we get something ‘To Secure’ him for treatment.
The nurse produced leather restraint cuffs, we began securing him so they could work on him.
I pulled down his left sock to apply a ‘restraint cuff’ and a metal 35mm film canister fell free.
Now we know why he wouldn’t get into the Rescue Squad…
Well, what do we have here?
I’m not a chemist, I have never played one on TV, but I know what Angel Dust or Killer Weed (KW) smells like.
I WAS a child of the ‘70s.

I sent it to the lab.
45 days later…
Guess what it was?
PCP, Angel Dust, KW, the boy was ‘dusted’.
I walked over to see the magistrate and obtained a Warrant for Felony possession of a controlled substance.
“Do you need assistance with the service?” The Lt. asked as the Sgt was doing some paper work…
“Who me?!?” I laughed “No Sir, I’m good.”
I was young and still sometimes stupid.🤨
I arrested Gary without incident.
90 days later and his lawyer was trying to get it continued again.
The judge was ready to grant a continuance, but I stood and said “Your honor, that date will not work for me sir, I have VAARNG Summer Camp then.”
“Really?!? What unit?” He asked
“29th ID Sir, I’m a SSgt, and the TOW Plt Sgt.” I responded
“Well what do you know? I was in the 29th Inf Div in WWII! We’ll just try this now.”
For some reason, Judges just loved me.
Well, it didn’t go well for old Gary.
His lawyer made a rookie mistake.
He asked a question he really didn’t know the answer too.
“Officer, were you threatened by my client?”
“Why, no sir, I had no real issues with Gary.”
He ‘Thought’ he’d had just gotten his ‘Perry Mason’ moment.
“Then why did you search him!!!”
He did everything but point his finger at me.
“Why…. No sir! I never searched him!!” I responded
“Well then!! How did you supposedly obtain the substance in question?!?!?”
😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂😂😂
I replied, innocently “Sir, they were trying to save his life, it was a busy night, I had to assist the nurse in securing him for his own safety.
I found the phencyclidine (that’s right, I can say it) as a result of this attempted care.”
BOOOOOOM!!!!!

Gary went to jail…

I’m a libertarian, he didn’t hurt anybody, he was an adult, but, that’s the law, and it was my job.
So I sent his ass to jail…

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Its almost the sixth anniversary...

Some of you may have looked at my photos and thought; what young looking handsome man… He couldn't be old enough to retire …

Thank you Mama

Anyway, I am 60 and I retired at 55 in July of 2017. I was given a retainer for two more months in order to be on call. I couldn’t always get a reliable Internet connection and I can’t take someone’s money for nothing, so I shut that down in Sept 2017…

So you are thinking, what day in July did you retire? I didn’t really retire in July 2017. I quit going to work then…

I retired Thursday, around 1:35 PM, December 15, 2016…

Life was good for @The_CINC and I.

It was shortly before Christmas 2016. Tiny dancer, our surprise baby was a junior in college. We had a 4K sqft house on 7 acres, 40 miles south of Washington DC. It was our second house in 33 yrs of marriage. We had lived there for over 20 yrs. The final house payment was due Nov 10, 2017.

The CINC was at the highest point you can achieve as a civilian Govt Employee without going into the Senior Executive Service. When she was offered SES, the CINC had gotten to the point at which it would have meant more work, more time away from home, for no more money (because of the pay structure) for at least five to seven years. We also knew we wanted to Retire, so it made no sense to invest the time required for an SES position.

She worked for OSD, DOD, WHS (The office that runs the Pentagon, they are the ‘Landlords’) for 34 years. At one point she ran a division that had a yearly budget of $1 Billion.

She would be eligible to retire in April 2017. We really hadn’t decided what we were going to do. My top-secret NSA/DOD clearance was supposed to be coming through anytime. One of my specialties was encrypted secure communications.

I was a subcontractor for IBM and they were paying $50,000 for my vetting. It had been 2 years because I was a traveling consultant that didn’t associate with my neighbors… I was gone all of the time and I couldn’t see any of them from my house anyway..

Once that clearance came through, I could double or triple my salary which wasn’t small in the first place.

Here we were, at the top of our earning potential, few bills, house almost paid for, kids all gone…

Life was good…

Then Thursday, around 1:35 PM, December 15, 2016, happened…

I was in Birmingham AL, working at the US HQ, of a regional US bank that had been acquired by a Spanish bank. I was digitizing and updating their manual and electronic bank and treasury transactions. I had been on this contract for three years. The last 10 months or so I had been mostly remote, working from my lazy boy.

They wanted me to come in for some end of the year meetings and Christmas parties.

I flew in Monday mornings, getting to the office around 10:00 AM. I would work 10 hours Monday, 12-14 Tuesday and Wednesday, 6-8 Thursday and then catch a flight home around 4:00 pm Thursday. I would have 40-45 hours in 4 days by the time I caught my flight home.

I was sitting at my ‘station’, there weren’t really ‘cubes’, just tables with 3-4” dividers that had plugs. It was basically a giant open room, semi closed at each end by meeting rooms. My seat was near the meeting rooms. Behind me to my right was a large opening which led to a spacious elevator lobby.

The bank of elevators were the divider for another large working area. If you really tried, you could easily get 150-200 people in the elevator lobby.

I had just come back from lunch. I was trying to wrap a few things up before heading to the airport. A woman calmly walks behind me and says “Does anybody know first aid?”

I stood up “Excuse me?!?” She pointed to the elevator lobby behind her.

So I walked that way to see what was happening…

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As I entered the elevator lobby I saw an extremely obese man laying partially on his back. A woman by his side rubbing his hand looking concerned. Another man near his feet watching. I looked around, there were about 10 gawkers.

“MA’AM!”

I startled the woman to look at me…

“We have to treat him for shock”

First thing I could think of, get him flat on his back, elevate his feet.

"Go get that footstool"

That gave her something to do and think about.

I looked at the gentleman "Find me something to keep him warm."

I got him on his back. He must have weighed 400 Lbs.

I ripped his shirt open, put my head on his chest.

No Breathing, no heartbeat.

I took his pulse at his carotid artery to make sure.

No, pulse, his face was white, blue lips, his eye lids were partially open, his eyes were already clouding over...

He was already dead.

I looked up for a second...

At least 175-200 people were watching me...

I could hear people sobbing..

Where the hell did they all come from?

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If you've never really done CPR...

The first time will gross you out. I broke every bone in his chest away from his sternum. It sounded like I was crushing a bag of potato chips.

Another gentleman, kneeling beside me asked "Shouldn't you do the breaths?"

I was doing this for show. I knew he was dead. I have seen and handled many dead bodies. He was already dead, he wasn't coming back.

I looked over at the decedent's face, my compressions were forcing his lunch out of his mouth.

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I simply stood up, and walked away.

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I was going to the airport.

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I followed the gurney down to the lobby, one of the EMTs on the guy's chest still giving compressions.

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