True Blue: Police Stories by Those Who Have Lived Them - Hardcover

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0312324812 ISBN 13: 9780312324810

Verlag: St. Martin's Press, 2004

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After September 11, 2001 Las Vegas Police Sergeant Randy Sutton began soliciting writing from law enforcement officers-his goal being to bridge the gap between the police and those they serve, with a book that offers a broad and thoughtful look at the many facets of police life. Hundreds of active and former officers responded from all over the United States: men and women from big cities and small towns, some who had written professionally, but most for the first time. Sutton culled the selections into five categories: The Beat, Line of Duty, War Stories, Officer Down, and Ground Zero.

The result is True Blue, a collection of funny, charming, exciting, haunting stories about murder investigations, missing children, bungling burglars, car chases, lonely and desperate shut-ins, routine traffic stops, officers killed in the line of duty, and the life-changing events of September 11. Here, officers reveal their emotions-fear and pride, joy and disgust, shame and love-as they recount the defining moments of their careers. In these stories, the heart and soul behind the badge shines through in unexpected ways. True Blue will change the way we think about the deeply human realm of police service.

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Randy Sutton is a Senior Sergeant at the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department, Nevada. A member of the Screen Actors Guild, he has appeared in several big screen movies and HBO movies including Casino, Fools Rush In, and The Road Home. On television, he has appeared on COPS, Americas Most Wanted, and Las Vegas.

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"We live in the worst twenty minutes of someone else's life," writes a cop, exemplifying the honesty and directness that characterize this book. Sutton, a detective in the Las Vegas Police Department, invited cops across the U.S. to write about themselves in such a way as to answer this question: "How can we show who we really are to citizens and cops alike?" The collection that resulted houses 51 responses, roughly divided into five categories: "Line of Duty," "The Beat," "War Stories," "Officer Down," and "Ground Zero: Stories of 9/11." No story is longer than 10 pages. Many are heartrending, especially the accounts of 9/11. Some are hilarious, like the way a cop convinced a nutcase that he had gotten rid of the space aliens infesting his house. All demonstrate that cops, who have reason to reflect on their experiences, are wonderful philosophers and storytellers. Connie Fletcher
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Little Boy, G.I. Joe

The Beat

By Scott Harmon

Police Officer, Galena PD and Kankakee PD, Illinois, twelve years.

It was an early afternoon and I was pulling a double shift because I was ordered over. It was a beautiful July day, not too hot, about seventy-five degrees with a perfect breeze. I remember thinking how nice it would be to take the bike out for a cruise, but I was stuck working.

Then my reverie was over and I found myself thinking about an incident that happened the night before, where a guy had gotten shot in the chest when he was holding a gun by the barrel while approaching me. I was contemplating how I could have made the situation better, while at the same time thinking about how I got called into the office for a “beef” I had received from a citizen. It just seemed like this was not my month. The week prior, a guy had jumped off a train bridge into a shallow river embedded with rocks. His family was blaming the police department and my name was at the top of the list.

I was thinking all this as I was patrolling up Evergreen Street and saw a little boy sitting on the curb and crying. He had blond hair and was wearing a white-and-blue-striped shirt and blue jeans. Normally, since the kid was obviously not in any danger, I would have just driven away without asking what the problem was, but for some reason I was curious as to why this little boy was sitting all alone and sobbing his heart out on such a beautiful summer’s day.

“Hey kid, what’s the matter?” I asked before I had considered that this might be opening a can of worms.

The boy pointed to the sewer drain at the corner and said, “My G.I. Joe fell in the drain!”

I could see the tears streaming like tiny rivers on his cheeks as he relived this horrible occurrence. “Oh, that’s not good,” I said.

Hey, what can you say in response to something so trivial? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not heartless, I was just in one of those moods. But I radioed dispatch, “City K-13.”

“K-13?” dispatch replied.

“I’ll be out at Evergreen and Oak with a juvenile,” I said and exited my squad.

I walked with the boy over to the drain and looked down. “Don’t worry kid, we’ll get him out.”

He sniffled and wiped his eyes and then looked up at me with absolute confidence. “Okay, you’re a policeman, you’ll be able to help him!”

Hey, no pressure kid, I was thinking. Then I wondered how the hell I was gonna get down there. You know how your mind starts racing with different thoughts? I was thinking, I really don’t wanna get dirty and “un-tucked.” Stupid, huh? Yeah, I know. But I looked again at the boy’s trusting face and something happened—it was as if something cracked open inside me and I too felt the urgency and gravity of the G.I. Joe-in-the-drain situation. Suddenly all the things I’d been thinking about earlier seemed trivial. I knelt down and first put my hand, then my whole arm, all the way into the drain. I had maneuvered myself so that I was just barely able to touch G.I. Joe’s crewcut head when my sergeant drove up. He rolled down the window in his squad, looked at the two of us for a moment, and said, “Hey! What the hell are you doing?”

The boy and I, excitement evident in our voices, responded in unison, “Getting G.I. Joe out!”

I could hear Sergeant McCabe mumbling as he exited his squad, “You gotta be shittin’ me.”

But I said, “Hey Sarge, your arm’s longer than mine, give it a try!”

McCabe just stood there for a second staring at me, unamused. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he considered various stinging retorts, but then he looked in the drain and at the boy who was now standing next to me. “Oh, man!” McCabe said as he knelt down on the pavement.

We discovered that McCabe’s arm was longer than mine, but apparently not quite long enough. As McCabe tried to reach our American Hero in the drain, my sister beat car pulled up. Officer Brian Coash is not only my partner but also my best friend, and when he saw the three of us alongside the drain he just started to laugh. But he got out of his squad and assessed the situation, laughing the whole time, and then said, “Let’s just pull the drain grate out!”

Why didn’t I think of that, I was muttering in my head.

“There’s no way we can pull that thing out, we’d need a crowbar,” McCabe said, appraising the grate.

Without hesitation I reached for my radio’s lapel mike. “City, K-13!”

“K-13?” dispatch replied.

“City, will you contact the city crew and have them twenty-five my location with a crowbar.”

“Nice!” McCabe said, smiling.

Then another squad pulled up and then another just to find out what we had going on. Moments later the city crew arrived. I grabbed the crowbar from them and went over to the drain and started prying. But it was a lot harder than I thought.

“Get on this!” I said to no one in particular. Brian leapt forward, grabbed the end and started prying.

“It’s moving!” the boy cried.

“Yeah! Keep it up!” McCabe was as excited as the little boy.

Finally the grate slowly lifted up and gave a low suction noise. As I knelt down to reach into the drain, I bumped heads with Brian and Sergeant McCabe.

“I got it, I got it, spread out!” I cried, realizing that we were experiencing a Three Stooges moment. I felt the soft cotton fabric of G.I. Joe’s uniform and grabbed him in a tight fist.

“I got him!” I shouted with joyous triumph. And at that moment I saw myself as someone I hope I’ll always be. I looked over at the boy and his face was almost angelic and his smile simply brightened my existence and warmed my heart. I stood up, dusted myself off, walked over to the boy and presented him with G.I. Joe, no worse for his experience in the drain.

“Here you go, sir,” I said.

“Thank you so very much!” the boy said with utter joy and gratitude. I realized at that moment what this job is all about. It’s not about the contract negotiations, or how much comp-time you have accrued, or how you get called into the office for pointing your finger into some guy’s chest. It’s not about the fact that your favorite food hangout rang up full price and now you gotta bum five bucks from your partner, or that your uniform got a little ragged from a long tour of duty.

I realized right then and there, you do it for the little ones.

TRUE BLUE: POLICE STORIES BY THOSE WHO HAVE LIVED THEM Copyright © 2004 by Randy Sutton.

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: St. Martin's Press
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2004
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0312324812
• ISBN 13: 9780312324810
• Einband: Gebundene Ausgabe
• Auflage: 1
• Anzahl der Seiten: 288
• Herausgeber: Wells Cassie
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