Hard Luck Larry

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Hard Luck Larry

By William T. Moyer

Copyright © 2012 William T. Moyer

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His wounds were nearly healed from the unfortunate beating he had suffered at the hands of an old blind man with his white cane in the bus station waiting room last month.  He was still getting a hard time about it from the other officers.  A sharp pain briefly crossed his forehead over his left eye. Larry rubbed the small lump on his forehead that was almost invisible now as he had a flashback of that embarrassing day. He had appeared in front of the magistrate with the seventy odd year old blind man in handcuffs to get a warrant for assaulting a police officer. He held the man’s white cane, the assault weapon, in his hand. It was to be turned in as evidence. The magistrate had asked him if he was serious about getting the warrant. His head had lumps in several places that were already starting to bruise. He was mad and said yes, he was sure. Now he wished he had just forgotten about it.

Larry had become the butt of many jokes in the police department that day, but he thought he was in the right on this arrest.  The old blind bastard had just been lucky with the first swing of the cane and with the kick to his groin. Larry wondered if the old guy really was blind or faking it.

Testifying in court had been even more embarrassing for him. He was forced by the grinning assistant District Attorney to tell about how he had been beaten about his head with a white cane by the old blind man.  The judge had not even tried to keep order in the courtroom.  The newspaper headline the next day had read “Justice is not blind”. The old blind man was released from custody with a warning by the judge. He was told not to come before the judge again for assaulting a police officer with his white cane.  He remembered the judge, his face contorted to keep from bursting out in laughter, ordering him to return the man’s white cane to him. The final embarrassment came as the old man was tapping his way to leave the courtroom. As he passed by Larry the old guy muttered under his breath, but loud enough for the entire courtroom to hear, “Asshole”. The courtroom was in tears from laughter...

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Kung Fu

Kung Fu

By William T. Moyer

Copyright 2012 William T. Moyer

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It was a payday Friday night with a full moon.  The kind of night that you know is going to be a wild one, especially when you are working second shift. I was working as a field training officer, just like Clark was to me several years ago.  Once a new officer graduates from sixteen weeks of Recruit School, where he learns all the basics, laws, self defense and firearms, then I get him for six weeks in the field.  When he rides with me for those six weeks, he will learn what the real world of policing is all about. I only train male recruits. I am not discriminating against women as trainees, it’s just that  my wife won’t let me train a woman officer. She’s seen what has happened to other male officers when they have trained a woman recruit. All sorts of marriage problems can and usually do happen.

My last trainee did not pass the six week training course. Hell, Joey only made it about two weeks. He was a nice guy and I hated to fail him with a bad review, but he had a drinking problem. The problem was that he was always drunk. This guy was buzzed all the time. At first I thought he was just stupid or something and then I caught him drinking vodka on duty.  I warned him once and then the second time I took him to the captain. I’m pretty easy going and I am certainly not perfect, but when my life is on the line I get pretty serious. The Captain put him with a different training officer and he failed him to. For a young guy he sure had some problems. My philosophy is that everyone has got problems, but mine are the only ones that are important.

My new trainee was little Larry Diller. he had been riding along with me for almost three weeks now and was doing pretty well in most situations. The problem with little Larry was that besides being rather small in stature, he was just not very assertive in some situations.  He was also way too sincere for my taste.  By sincere I mean he really cared about what people said and believed everything they told him.  Even when I was joking around he always thought I was being serious and I joked around a lot.  Every time I let him handle a situation on his own, he invariably got pushed around either verbally or physically.  Larry, to his credit, was not afraid and would jump in to any fray when it started. If I could just teach him how to take charge and be a little more intimidating, then there would not be the need for situations to escalate into violence.

I had tried to teach him proper police radio protocol according to me.  Proper police radio protocol according to me, is that whenever you use the police radio, you should never sound any way but real cool.  If ten people are shooting at you, when you key that mike, you had better sound like you are just checking out on your break at the doughnut shop.  There must be no stress whatsoever in your voice.  There was an unspoken cool contest going on in the department. Every officer was competing to see who can sound the calmest under pressure. Larry always sounded nervous on the radio even if we actually were checking out for a break.  Other officers had started making fun of my trainee and giving me a hard time about his radio voice. I was also getting tired of having to come to his rescue all the time. At this stage of his training he should be able to stand alone in most situations and if he can’t then at least sound cool when he calls for help...

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