Originally posted by Cow Poke
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The Attempted Hit...
I've always been an adrenaline junkie, and the police department provided many opportunities. When we had a motorcycle patrol, I was in... when we formed a SWAT team, I was in... when there was hostage negotiation training, I was in... I always tried to take advantage of any additional training or seminars or certifications or special assignment opportunities.
When we formed a multi-jurisdictional drug enforcement team, I was on it. At the time, for some reason, drugs were coming from a cartel of sorts out of Chicago, though we were obviously much further away in Texas. We were doing the appropriate "catching the little fish" and turning them to catch the "bigger fish", and with the help of a really scroungy DEA agent (think Maynard G Krebs) who was EXCELLENT at his game, we were getting close to a syndicate in Chicago.
One of the "midstream" guys we caught was absolutely adamant that he would "do the time" and "I ain't no snitch". I remember him sitting there studying our faces, saying "I'm gonna remember you, and you're gonna regret ever messing with us". A high dollar lawyer appeared, and managed to arrange bail, and "Bugsy" was free to go, pending a trial later for possession of narcotics for sale.
Then one night, following a long double shift (I had worked 8-4 and 4-12) I went home to my apartment across the street from the PD. This was the "basement apartment" I spoke about, before I got married and we "upgraded" to the 3rd floor. I was absolutely worn out, and got home, took of my shoes, shirt and pants, and just collapsed on my bed, but I was "too tired to sleep". Back in those days, TV stations "signed off" after midnight or 1 AM, so TV was not an option, and I just lay there trying to get to sleep.
Finally, about 1:30 AM, I decided I was stinkier than tired, and decided to take a shower. I took a nice long hot-as-I-could-stand-it shower to clear my head (congested during pollen season) and relax my muscles. When I got out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and was drying off, when I heard the distinct sound of glass breaking, followed by five loud gunshots - sounding more like shotgun than handgun or rifle. (yeah, I was rather an expert in that area)
I ran to the drawer in the kitchen (right next to the bathroom) to grab my backup gun (my duty weapon was in the bedroom from which all the noise had come) and quickly "cleared" my apartment - front door was closed and chained, check - nobody in the living room, check - had already checked the kitchen when I grabbed my backup gun ---- that left my bedroom.
I turned on the light, and immediately noticed the smell of gunpowder freshly spent, the broken window just above my bed (the "basement apartments" had windows about 5 feet off the floor, and outside, those windows were at ground level). Smoke from the gun blasts was dissipating, and there were four large "torn up places" in my bed where I had been lying.
Somebody was pounding on my door yelling "Are you ALRIGHT?" as the neighbors had been awaked by the gunshots. I could here sirens as officers were converging on my apartment. One of my neighbors started yelling "65 Ford Fairlane, light blue", and the first officer on the scene assumed that was the hit vehicle, and put out an alert. Taking a deep breath, and trying to calm down, I turned to Larry, and confirmed - you saw the vehicle? He confirmed "I looked out my window (his apartment was directly above mine) and I saw two men run and dive into a light blue 65-ish Ford Fairlane and zoom off". So, obviously, at least 3 persons.
WIDE AWAKE now, and adrenalin flowing, I got dressed (civvy clothes), grabbed my duty weapon, and jumped into a patrol car with a senior officer, who was determined to find the shooters.
It turned into an amazingly quiet night, little to no traffic, no leads or trails to follow. Seemed to go on forever, quiet, fighting to stay awake...
About an hour before sunrise, a neighboring PD on our frequency called our PD, asking "you're looking for a light blue 65 Ford Fairlane?" Our dispatch confirmed. He asked, "would you settle for a 66 Ford Falcon, light blue, occupied 3 times?"
My senior officer responded "worth checking out, heading your way", and we roared off to the neighboring city limits, getting location, finding out that the vehicle was parked next to a boat shed, under a big tree. The owner had seen it, and called the police, who suspected it might be "our guys", and did an "observe and report only". Sure enough, their SWAT officer, using "starlight optics" night vision equipment (very primitive compared to what we use today) confirmed "occupied 3 times, all appear asleep".
One of our officers (A class III Gun Dealer) actually had an authentic fully functioning licensed WWII Tommy Gun with the 100 round drum, and he quietly worked his way to the front of the vehicle, aiming the Tommy at the bad guys through the windshield, while the rest of us approached from the rear and sides. A couple of guys with M-16s were on both sides of the vehicle, all mindful of "line of fire", and he sun was just about to come up. The driver was the first to open his eyes, and as he surveyed the scene, he smartly and slowly put his hands on the top of the steering wheel, indicating "no fight". One of our guys at the passenger window nudged the guy in the passenger seat with the nose of his M-16, and that guy also woke up to a not-so-pretty sight, and slid his hands up. The guy in the rear apparently saw what was going on and was pretending to be asleep, slowly reaching for one of the numerous long guns laying on the floor board in the back seat. He looked up in time to see two M-16 muzzles poking in his open back window, and also decided to "hands up".
Long story short, all three were taken into custody without incident, and taken to County Jail for processing.
Still running on about 36 hours of no sleep, I rode with my senior officer to the County Lockup just to get the satisfaction that booking went well and they were actually in the slammer.
I was getting some really bad coffee, when my senior officer came over to me and said, "Poke, you gotta take a look at this".
He led me over to the table where the wallets and personal possessions of the three men were laid out for processing and recording, and pointed to a newspaper clipping from one of the wallets. It was a picture of me and one of my Sheriff buddies (and another guy I didn't know at the time) from the multijurisdictional taskforce, receiving a commendation for a big drug bust a few months prior. I have to admit I had a slight shiver run through my spine as I saw the red magic marker circle around my head in the picture, as well as a circle around the head of my Sheriff's deputy buddy.
I looked at my senior officer, speechless, and probably somewhat ghostly, and he said "FBI is already on the way, these guys are serious Chicago Mobsters".
Sometimes, law enforcement is NOT so much fun!
(ever since that incident, it was in my mind that maybe law enforcement wasn't such a good thing for a family man)
I've always been an adrenaline junkie, and the police department provided many opportunities. When we had a motorcycle patrol, I was in... when we formed a SWAT team, I was in... when there was hostage negotiation training, I was in... I always tried to take advantage of any additional training or seminars or certifications or special assignment opportunities.
When we formed a multi-jurisdictional drug enforcement team, I was on it. At the time, for some reason, drugs were coming from a cartel of sorts out of Chicago, though we were obviously much further away in Texas. We were doing the appropriate "catching the little fish" and turning them to catch the "bigger fish", and with the help of a really scroungy DEA agent (think Maynard G Krebs) who was EXCELLENT at his game, we were getting close to a syndicate in Chicago.
One of the "midstream" guys we caught was absolutely adamant that he would "do the time" and "I ain't no snitch". I remember him sitting there studying our faces, saying "I'm gonna remember you, and you're gonna regret ever messing with us". A high dollar lawyer appeared, and managed to arrange bail, and "Bugsy" was free to go, pending a trial later for possession of narcotics for sale.
Then one night, following a long double shift (I had worked 8-4 and 4-12) I went home to my apartment across the street from the PD. This was the "basement apartment" I spoke about, before I got married and we "upgraded" to the 3rd floor. I was absolutely worn out, and got home, took of my shoes, shirt and pants, and just collapsed on my bed, but I was "too tired to sleep". Back in those days, TV stations "signed off" after midnight or 1 AM, so TV was not an option, and I just lay there trying to get to sleep.
Finally, about 1:30 AM, I decided I was stinkier than tired, and decided to take a shower. I took a nice long hot-as-I-could-stand-it shower to clear my head (congested during pollen season) and relax my muscles. When I got out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and was drying off, when I heard the distinct sound of glass breaking, followed by five loud gunshots - sounding more like shotgun than handgun or rifle. (yeah, I was rather an expert in that area)
I ran to the drawer in the kitchen (right next to the bathroom) to grab my backup gun (my duty weapon was in the bedroom from which all the noise had come) and quickly "cleared" my apartment - front door was closed and chained, check - nobody in the living room, check - had already checked the kitchen when I grabbed my backup gun ---- that left my bedroom.
I turned on the light, and immediately noticed the smell of gunpowder freshly spent, the broken window just above my bed (the "basement apartments" had windows about 5 feet off the floor, and outside, those windows were at ground level). Smoke from the gun blasts was dissipating, and there were four large "torn up places" in my bed where I had been lying.
Somebody was pounding on my door yelling "Are you ALRIGHT?" as the neighbors had been awaked by the gunshots. I could here sirens as officers were converging on my apartment. One of my neighbors started yelling "65 Ford Fairlane, light blue", and the first officer on the scene assumed that was the hit vehicle, and put out an alert. Taking a deep breath, and trying to calm down, I turned to Larry, and confirmed - you saw the vehicle? He confirmed "I looked out my window (his apartment was directly above mine) and I saw two men run and dive into a light blue 65-ish Ford Fairlane and zoom off". So, obviously, at least 3 persons.
WIDE AWAKE now, and adrenalin flowing, I got dressed (civvy clothes), grabbed my duty weapon, and jumped into a patrol car with a senior officer, who was determined to find the shooters.
It turned into an amazingly quiet night, little to no traffic, no leads or trails to follow. Seemed to go on forever, quiet, fighting to stay awake...
About an hour before sunrise, a neighboring PD on our frequency called our PD, asking "you're looking for a light blue 65 Ford Fairlane?" Our dispatch confirmed. He asked, "would you settle for a 66 Ford Falcon, light blue, occupied 3 times?"
My senior officer responded "worth checking out, heading your way", and we roared off to the neighboring city limits, getting location, finding out that the vehicle was parked next to a boat shed, under a big tree. The owner had seen it, and called the police, who suspected it might be "our guys", and did an "observe and report only". Sure enough, their SWAT officer, using "starlight optics" night vision equipment (very primitive compared to what we use today) confirmed "occupied 3 times, all appear asleep".
One of our officers (A class III Gun Dealer) actually had an authentic fully functioning licensed WWII Tommy Gun with the 100 round drum, and he quietly worked his way to the front of the vehicle, aiming the Tommy at the bad guys through the windshield, while the rest of us approached from the rear and sides. A couple of guys with M-16s were on both sides of the vehicle, all mindful of "line of fire", and he sun was just about to come up. The driver was the first to open his eyes, and as he surveyed the scene, he smartly and slowly put his hands on the top of the steering wheel, indicating "no fight". One of our guys at the passenger window nudged the guy in the passenger seat with the nose of his M-16, and that guy also woke up to a not-so-pretty sight, and slid his hands up. The guy in the rear apparently saw what was going on and was pretending to be asleep, slowly reaching for one of the numerous long guns laying on the floor board in the back seat. He looked up in time to see two M-16 muzzles poking in his open back window, and also decided to "hands up".
Long story short, all three were taken into custody without incident, and taken to County Jail for processing.
Still running on about 36 hours of no sleep, I rode with my senior officer to the County Lockup just to get the satisfaction that booking went well and they were actually in the slammer.
I was getting some really bad coffee, when my senior officer came over to me and said, "Poke, you gotta take a look at this".
He led me over to the table where the wallets and personal possessions of the three men were laid out for processing and recording, and pointed to a newspaper clipping from one of the wallets. It was a picture of me and one of my Sheriff buddies (and another guy I didn't know at the time) from the multijurisdictional taskforce, receiving a commendation for a big drug bust a few months prior. I have to admit I had a slight shiver run through my spine as I saw the red magic marker circle around my head in the picture, as well as a circle around the head of my Sheriff's deputy buddy.
I looked at my senior officer, speechless, and probably somewhat ghostly, and he said "FBI is already on the way, these guys are serious Chicago Mobsters".
Sometimes, law enforcement is NOT so much fun!
(ever since that incident, it was in my mind that maybe law enforcement wasn't such a good thing for a family man)
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