Part VI
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From: Moonlight Moose Enclosure
When I used to tend bar and work at club I cannot tell you how many night I went home without tips because I paid for cabs or just gave someone gas money to take a inebriated person home. I was young and did not fully understand the drinking and driving thing. But I knew that I had two babies and I did not want to see these guys on same roads my sister might be on while she had my kids. I also looked at it from standpoint that most had children and wives and I wanted the drinker to make it home to them. I looked at it this way Better to have a live drunk husband/father come home via cab or stranger than have cop knock at door like john said and be told he wont be coming home ever.
maybe you could talk to bar owner and raise the limit to 6 miles or in town no matter how far. (I do not know how big your town is) tell the bartender to just keep the guys money he gives for tips and add that to taxi fare if he lives father than the 4
maybe you could talk to bar owner and raise the limit to 6 miles or in town no matter how far. (I do not know how big your town is) tell the bartender to just keep the guys money he gives for tips and add that to taxi fare if he lives father than the 4
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From: Rio Rico, AZ.
Morning all! Hope everyone had a good night. I was back up at the crack of dawn and back at work.
Ed, excellent advice. If you drink, stay where you are or get a cab or DD. I have worked about 10 Drunk Driving fatalities over the past 16 years or so and countless others that involved serious injuries.
Just one time, I'd love to take some of the drunks I deal with to deliver a death notification to a family. Talk about a sobering situation. That's one of the things I hate about this job but have had to do it over and over again. There's nothing worse than going to someone's house at 2 or 3 in the morning and seeing the look on their face when they see me standing at their door. They know it's not good news. To have to tell a mom, dad, son, daughter, or whoever that their loved one is dead is a task I wouldn't wish on anybody. It's one of those things that no matter how you try to approach it, the end result is the same. It's not easy to find the right words and you can't beat around the bush with it. You just have to come out and tell them that you're sorry to have to tell them but so and so just died from injuries resulting from a crash or whatever the case may be.
Not to take away from a family's grief, but this is one of the hardest things a lot of officers have to deal with. You see the entire range of emotions and I've actually had to fight and subdue people that are so distraught that they don't even know what they are doing.
And, the carnage you see in most of these crashes is unbelieveable. I have seen many crashes where body parts have been separated from the bodies. Decapitations, amputated arms, legs, feet, hands, you name it. I've had to deal with drunks wandering out on to railroad tracks and getting run over by trains. Drunks getting obliterated by passing tractor trailers on the interstate. I've pretty much seen it all and there's little that actually shocks me anymore. The absolute worst ones are kids though. Try delivering a death message to a mom or dad about a child that's been killed by a drunk driver or having to deal with people trapped in a car with their dead family members. Yep, been there, done that.
I know it sounds like one of those drunk driving commercials but don't drink and drive...period. I would much rather be able to talk to all of you on here everyday than have to circulate RIP posts and threads about you on here anytime, any day.
Ed, excellent advice. If you drink, stay where you are or get a cab or DD. I have worked about 10 Drunk Driving fatalities over the past 16 years or so and countless others that involved serious injuries.
Just one time, I'd love to take some of the drunks I deal with to deliver a death notification to a family. Talk about a sobering situation. That's one of the things I hate about this job but have had to do it over and over again. There's nothing worse than going to someone's house at 2 or 3 in the morning and seeing the look on their face when they see me standing at their door. They know it's not good news. To have to tell a mom, dad, son, daughter, or whoever that their loved one is dead is a task I wouldn't wish on anybody. It's one of those things that no matter how you try to approach it, the end result is the same. It's not easy to find the right words and you can't beat around the bush with it. You just have to come out and tell them that you're sorry to have to tell them but so and so just died from injuries resulting from a crash or whatever the case may be.
Not to take away from a family's grief, but this is one of the hardest things a lot of officers have to deal with. You see the entire range of emotions and I've actually had to fight and subdue people that are so distraught that they don't even know what they are doing.
And, the carnage you see in most of these crashes is unbelieveable. I have seen many crashes where body parts have been separated from the bodies. Decapitations, amputated arms, legs, feet, hands, you name it. I've had to deal with drunks wandering out on to railroad tracks and getting run over by trains. Drunks getting obliterated by passing tractor trailers on the interstate. I've pretty much seen it all and there's little that actually shocks me anymore. The absolute worst ones are kids though. Try delivering a death message to a mom or dad about a child that's been killed by a drunk driver or having to deal with people trapped in a car with their dead family members. Yep, been there, done that.
I know it sounds like one of those drunk driving commercials but don't drink and drive...period. I would much rather be able to talk to all of you on here everyday than have to circulate RIP posts and threads about you on here anytime, any day.
Nobody has front row seats in the theater of life like you guys have.
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Thanks Dan! I really appreciate the reps but more importantly, thanks for your kind words and support. Moose, likewise. It's the folks like you all that make this job a little less stressful and a little more rewarding knowing that we have support out there from all of you. Thanks again.
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Good morning everyone. I've been cleaning this morning. Raining outside. 
Using Clorox to clean this morning and now all I can smell is bleach.
Not to take away from a family's grief, but this is one of the hardest things a lot of officers have to deal with. You see the entire range of emotions and I've actually had to fight and subdue people that are so distraught that they don't even know what they are doing.
And, the carnage you see in most of these crashes is unbelieveable. I have seen many crashes where body parts have been separated from the bodies. Decapitations, amputated arms, legs, feet, hands, you name it. I've had to deal with drunks wandering out on to railroad tracks and getting run over by trains. Drunks getting obliterated by passing tractor trailers on the interstate. I've pretty much seen it all and there's little that actually shocks me anymore. The absolute worst ones are kids though. Try delivering a death message to a mom or dad about a child that's been killed by a drunk driver or having to deal with people trapped in a car with their dead family members. Yep, been there, done that.
I used to work for a small-town municipality in Western Colorado. We had a small police department, 7 officers.
One day, an Amtrak train hit a truckload full of construction workers trying to beat the train. Amtrak was traveling 60 mph or so. I saw the photographs of the accident, and these guys just looked like they were sleeping, but were jello on the inside.
The first responder to he accident was a guy named Jason, and he was one of the officers I got to know pretty well while I was there. After the accident I noticed he was not himself so during lunch I asked him to sit down with me and we talked about the accident. Turns out it was a very emotional situation for him, as when he first started out in the force, the very first "accident" he had responded to was a woman who committed suicide by laying on the train tracks. Well the Amtrak accident brought it all back to life for him. He dealt with death often but for some reason this accident made it all real for him, because these guys "looked" ok...they looked as though they could just open their eyes and start talking. He cried a little, talked a lot...and afterwards he just looked up at me and told me how much better it made him feel. We became pretty good friends after that, he told me I was the only person who cared to ask how he was doing.
It takes a hard-*** to do that kind of work, but I think a lot of you men and women who serve don't take the time to talk about the things that truly effect you, and all of that stress and grief builds up inside after a while.
I do not drink and drive. Not once in my life...for the record.
Using Clorox to clean this morning and now all I can smell is bleach.
Not to take away from a family's grief, but this is one of the hardest things a lot of officers have to deal with. You see the entire range of emotions and I've actually had to fight and subdue people that are so distraught that they don't even know what they are doing.
And, the carnage you see in most of these crashes is unbelieveable. I have seen many crashes where body parts have been separated from the bodies. Decapitations, amputated arms, legs, feet, hands, you name it. I've had to deal with drunks wandering out on to railroad tracks and getting run over by trains. Drunks getting obliterated by passing tractor trailers on the interstate. I've pretty much seen it all and there's little that actually shocks me anymore. The absolute worst ones are kids though. Try delivering a death message to a mom or dad about a child that's been killed by a drunk driver or having to deal with people trapped in a car with their dead family members. Yep, been there, done that.
One day, an Amtrak train hit a truckload full of construction workers trying to beat the train. Amtrak was traveling 60 mph or so. I saw the photographs of the accident, and these guys just looked like they were sleeping, but were jello on the inside.
The first responder to he accident was a guy named Jason, and he was one of the officers I got to know pretty well while I was there. After the accident I noticed he was not himself so during lunch I asked him to sit down with me and we talked about the accident. Turns out it was a very emotional situation for him, as when he first started out in the force, the very first "accident" he had responded to was a woman who committed suicide by laying on the train tracks. Well the Amtrak accident brought it all back to life for him. He dealt with death often but for some reason this accident made it all real for him, because these guys "looked" ok...they looked as though they could just open their eyes and start talking. He cried a little, talked a lot...and afterwards he just looked up at me and told me how much better it made him feel. We became pretty good friends after that, he told me I was the only person who cared to ask how he was doing.
It takes a hard-*** to do that kind of work, but I think a lot of you men and women who serve don't take the time to talk about the things that truly effect you, and all of that stress and grief builds up inside after a while.
I do not drink and drive. Not once in my life...for the record.
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That's a great deal they've got there Mark! I wish more of them did that.
Great attitude there Jacob! Keep it up buddy.
Great attitude there Jacob! Keep it up buddy.
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Thanks Jim, thankfully I've never had to be home until the next morning every time I got drunk with my friends.
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Good morning everyone. I've been cleaning this morning. Raining outside.
Using Clorox to clean this morning and now all I can smell is bleach.
I used to work for a small-town municipality in Western Colorado. We had a small police department, 7 officers.
One day, an Amtrak train hit a truckload full of construction workers trying to beat the train. Amtrak was traveling 60 mph or so. I saw the photographs of the accident, and these guys just looked like they were sleeping, but were jello on the inside.
The first responder to he accident was a guy named Jason, and he was one of the officers I got to know pretty well while I was there. After the accident I noticed he was not himself so during lunch I asked him to sit down with me and we talked about the accident. Turns out it was a very emotional situation for him, as when he first started out in the force, the very first "accident" he had responded to was a woman who committed suicide by laying on the train tracks. Well the Amtrak accident brought it all back to life for him. He dealt with death often but for some reason this accident made it all real for him, because these guys "looked" ok...they looked as though they could just open their eyes and start talking. He cried a little, talked a lot...and afterwards he just looked up at me and told me how much better it made him feel. We became pretty good friends after that, he told me I was the only person who cared to ask how he was doing.
It takes a hard-*** to do that kind of work, but I think a lot of you men and women who serve don't take the time to talk about the things that truly effect you, and all of that stress and grief builds up inside after a while.
I do not drink and drive. Not once in my life...for the record.
Using Clorox to clean this morning and now all I can smell is bleach.
I used to work for a small-town municipality in Western Colorado. We had a small police department, 7 officers.
One day, an Amtrak train hit a truckload full of construction workers trying to beat the train. Amtrak was traveling 60 mph or so. I saw the photographs of the accident, and these guys just looked like they were sleeping, but were jello on the inside.
The first responder to he accident was a guy named Jason, and he was one of the officers I got to know pretty well while I was there. After the accident I noticed he was not himself so during lunch I asked him to sit down with me and we talked about the accident. Turns out it was a very emotional situation for him, as when he first started out in the force, the very first "accident" he had responded to was a woman who committed suicide by laying on the train tracks. Well the Amtrak accident brought it all back to life for him. He dealt with death often but for some reason this accident made it all real for him, because these guys "looked" ok...they looked as though they could just open their eyes and start talking. He cried a little, talked a lot...and afterwards he just looked up at me and told me how much better it made him feel. We became pretty good friends after that, he told me I was the only person who cared to ask how he was doing.
It takes a hard-*** to do that kind of work, but I think a lot of you men and women who serve don't take the time to talk about the things that truly effect you, and all of that stress and grief builds up inside after a while.
I do not drink and drive. Not once in my life...for the record.
A couple of weeks ago, we had a truly horrible DOA. The guy had been dead in his apartment for about two weeks with the heat set on about 80. Obviously, it wasn't pretty. The call went to one of my guys that has only been working in LE for about 6 months. When I got there, the look on his face was all I needed to know what was inside the apartment. After everything was said and done, we sat down and talked about it. He had never even seen a dead person before with the exception of TV. He was really shaken up over it. Of course, it didn't really help that he had to be broken in by one of the nastier DOAs I've seen.
Years ago in LE, people were seen as weak if they had that type of reaction. Now, as more and more understanding of PTSD and critical incident stress debriefing has come forth, the administrators and supervisors in LE have a better understanding of how this affects the officers in the field. A lot of the time too, officers have to keep up this machismo to maintain their "toughness" and have no way of letting off steam or venting, if you will, in order to try to deal with some of the emotions involved in this work. It's not all ticket writing and blue lights and many people don't understand that.
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Moose...some of my friends that went last week were 40 miles away....
phoenix is a metropolis...right now it is nearly 100 miles east to west and 50 miles north to south...
that is quite a bit of urban sprawl...
they say in 20 years it will nearly double in size
phoenix is a metropolis...right now it is nearly 100 miles east to west and 50 miles north to south...
that is quite a bit of urban sprawl...
they say in 20 years it will nearly double in size
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A lot of the time too, officers have to keep up this machismo to maintain their "toughness" and have no way of letting off steam or venting, if you will, in order to try to deal with some of the emotions involved in this work. It's not all ticket writing and blue lights and many people don't understand that.
Ok guys, check this out. I have been working pretty hard on this over the past few weeks.
Bought a dollhouse at a garage sale for $5. It was pretty rough. This is a present for my niece who turns three in July. I am almost done, just a few details to finish up. Here are pics:
