STORY OF THE MONTH:  
IT's been said that a successful man is one who offers help or assistance without being asked, and without the expectations of being recognized or rewarded for his/her behavior.  Do you help those in need?  Do you have Character:  Over the next few months, we will discuss what it takes to be a total person with Character, those elements that if found in an individual who displays CHARACTER. This story shows the training involved in Special Forces, mentally and physically.  The "inbred rescuer" trained to bring a equal balance into someone's life who needs help. It also demonstrates the "third person" refered to in self defense situations.  Before acting to assist a total stranger with lethal force, I highly suggest, you know that lethal forces are necessary and appropriate.  Sarg, in this case, was lucky.  His split decision was correct, but what if it had been a father daughter argument?

"ah just call me sarg, Miss"

   Once upon a time .... really really far away, in a "civilized country' while laying low, out of sight, waiting to do some of that Green Beret stuff, this soldier ventured out on the town, in jeans, tennis shots, and long hair, fu-man-chu ... all the proper paperwork proving he was not  US, but a regular european guy.  He had a good dinner and a glass of wine, and then this young man started his 2 mile walk home.  Crossing the streets, dodging the idiots driving on the wrong side of the road,  nearly getting pancaked by a bus on it's way to Frankfurt ... he was in the middle of a street when he heard a woman scream, and saw 3 men grabbing her.  One man slapped her hard. That set the chain of events in motion.  At a full run, a flying body kick into the chest of a very surprised and large man.  He went down and never got up, never.  A spin and thrusting upwards  kick to the throat of #2, he lifted him off his feet and crumpled to the ground, never to get up again.  It seems swimming 8 miles a day, running 3-10 mile a day, hack squating 658 lbs, vertical lifts 500 lbs on a regular basis, and humping a 130 lbs rutsack all over the world just paid off.  Next,  #3 let go of the damsel in distress and pulled a knife, only to have it buckled over into his left shoulder and yanked down severing a tendon or muscle in the left arm ... he left running and bleeding.  The young man turned to the girl, she had weird psycholdelic glasses on, a shaw on her shoulders, and a scarf around her hair and chin.   "Are you alright miss?"  "Thanks to you, my god you are fast and strong. Are they ok?"  The medic checked, no pulses.  "Dead, and I hope they were not friends?" ... "No, they were going to rape me and kill me they said."  He said "Ok, well we better call the police, I can't stay around though, can't tell you why but it wouldn't be good for me to be here." ... to his surprise she said the same thing, so they left and walked for awhile with little talk until they came in front of the Embasy.  "This is where I'm Staying" she said.  He looked at the armed pair of guards who were staring intensly at them.  Then she faced them and removed her scarf and glasses.  Both guards slapped a panic button, drew their rifles and charged yelling "Princess are you ok" ... pointing their rifles at the young man.  He raised his hands, "I'm an American GI, a good guy".   She ordered them to be At Ease, and told them he was her friend, escort, and bodyguard.  She looked at him "American GI?" and She turned and kissed that young man on the cheek.  "Whats your name?" ... "Ah just call me sarg, Miss'.   "Well, sarg" she said, "I must say I owe my life to you.  How can I repay you?".   "um, just stay out of trouble I guess" he said smiling and blushing ...  she went inside.  Days later, his team sergeant and commander pulled him aside ... seems a surveilance camera caught a princess kissing him .... they had the proof and an honorary KnightHood for him.  As it turns out, this young lady was the daughter of a Duke.  She was being groomed as a "princess" and was only 18 at the time of this incident.  She was suppose to be inside, safe & sound, but disguised herself with the cleaning ladies clothes and snuck outside.  Years later, the Princess was killed in an tragic accident ... that young man cried for a week knowing his first solo rescue, this wonderful woman, was dead.
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I'M A REAL AMERICAN THEME SONG VIDEO:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGuhZvO1DKg&NR=1

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STORY OF THE MONTH: Once upon a time in a land far, far, away, a young deputy, 3 days out of training pulled over a vehicle for suspicion of driving under the influence. This driver was observed driving into a ditch to access fuel pumps at a local 24 hour store. After buying $3.00 worth of fuel, the driver left and then stopped at 2 am for a green pedestrian school crossing light, and sat there for 3 minutes before proceeding forward. The deputy activated his overhead lights and tapped the siren. As he exited his Sheriff cruiser he observed a twisting action within the car by the action. The deputy called for a back-up. During the extensive training, it was relayed that a certain violent motorcycle gang had been responsible for the deaths and injuries of several officers by sticking a shotgun out the side of an open car door, or by using their motorcycle handle bars to hold a shotgun shell, a trigger device to shoot it, and the handle bars acted as a barrel. The shotgun blast on the side of the door would ricochet off the door; move about 6-12 inches from the car side, and go vertical striking the officer approaching. This was reviewed numerous times with actual and simulated video to put that vision in the officer’s mind. The Shoot-Don’t Shoot courses had those simulations. Thus was the case with the Pedestrian Light Stop above. He twisted right, grabbed something, twisted left, and opened the car door. The deputy drew his .357 magnum and stepped back behind the trunk of the car as the barrel of a 12 gauge sawed off Ithaca Model 37 shotgun came out of the car. It was later determined that the driver was a major motorcycle gang member, and that the $3.00 spent on gas was his last money, and he said in his final declaration, he intended on robbing the gas station. His driver’s license revealed he was from Los Angeles and the nature of his business here was unknown. This was the beginning of a long battle, described by other officers as the replay of the OK Corral. This story continued over the next two weeks:  Revenge was in the air.

Part Two: Riding in his girlfriends Land Cruiser, the deputy heard a loud roar as several motorcyles raced by. They "circled the wagon" in a rolling roadblock. Their colors were prominatly displayed...with their name.
They slowed forcing the Land Cruiser to stop. They had a mission, and let it be known as they drew their weapons to the couple in the Land Cruiser. The deputy jumped out with his Colt Detective Special (6 shot .38 caliber) in his hand.  He fired two shots killing two bikers less than 5 feet from him (head shot each).  "Run them over and get out of here" he yelled at the un-armed girlfriend.  She did .. punched it forward and hit two bikers near their bikes .. broken hips and legs ...   The off duty deputy ran down the culvert into a dry concrete river bed, with 4 hostile bikers behind him  ... the rest were in pursuit of the Land Cruiser.    Part 3 soon.
Bad Guys:  3  dead   Good guys/gals:  0 hurt/ 0 dead)

Part Three;  The Toyota Landcruiser was at it's top speed but way to slow for the 2 motorcycles.  The girlfriend realized she could not out run those 2 bikers so she suckered them in.  She went to the right side of the road and allowed the bikers to get next to drivers door on the left side.  She waited until one of them took his hand off off the handle bar to reach for his gun.  At that moment a sem-truck 18 wheeler came around the curve and she yanked the steering wheel left into the motorcycles, forcing them into each other and into the path of the on coming 18 wheeler.  Two more bad guys eliminated.  The deputy was running down the concrete river.  He hid behind a piller, as two more bikers  came around the corner both of them were neutalized, dead on the ground.  Again, he took off running, knowing he was low on ammo,but lost count of shots fired.  He entered an industrial track, looking for an open business ... none on this weekend day.

Bad Guys:  5 dead by .38,  2 dead by truck,

Part Four:
      The girlfriend made it to the 38th division headquarters and drove her Toyota into an open bay sheriff garage, she was blowing the horn, yelling and trying to tell the deputies what was going on.
      Her boyfriend, who had just shot and killed 4 "angels", still had 2 bullets left, and no reloader .... no pocket ammo.  He tripped and fell over a curb, twisting his ankle.  A bad guy came around the corner and fired several shots at the deputy, missing.  The deputy hid behind the building in a doorway, as #5 came around the corner he was shot in the head.  The deputy, injured, kicked in the office building door.  He located a phone and dialed the 38th Division HQ.  He told them who he was, what was going on "I've only got one shot left, and I don't know how many bikers are still after me" .... just then a biker jumped on the desk the deputy was hiding under ... "Boom" as the .38 round hit the biker in the forehead ............ "I just killed another one, and I"M OUT OF AMMO".  The desk sergeant replied "Sit tight son, I got 75 cruisers coming your way... eta 2 minutes !!!"  They made it in time.


End Result:   Traffic stop death:  .357 magnum = 1 bad guy      death by .38 = 6,  death by semi-truck = 2

The deputy was removed from active road patrol duty for a year, and placed fulltime into SWAT.  After that he
resumed the road patrol duties, and maintained his sniper and entry team SWAT status as needed.

His Girlfriend:   bless her heart, couldn't handle the stress and moved away.

To This day:  every girlfriend the deputy has, must qualify and carry a handgun, with extra ammo.
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In the end, the last month as a LEO, he was not happy.  His personal life was a shambles.  Alcohol, stress from girl friends,  and lack of sleep were taking it's toll on him both mentally and physically.  He was becoming, well.. insensitive, synical, rude, and he wanted to change it all.  He had flashbacks from a rough abusive childhood (pre-Mom intervention) ... it took it's toll too.  He enjoys helping people, but hates being used.  He found solitude in helping animals ...the appreciate the helping hand, and often show it with a vocal sound. 
Songs Like " I Shot the Sheriff" were very popular, all the hot chicks were hanging out with dirtbag assholes, and it seemed the world was upside down,.  So he bailed out .. launched a new career.  And said goodbye to a decade of LE ... no regrets ............ 

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Part of the Law Enforcement Public Service was to insert a officer into high crime areas as a "resident".  The agency paid the house rent.  It was an interesting experience.  
This neighborhood was a high crime area.  A brother lived 3 blocks away doing the same thing. 
He'd call and ask "Did you hear that gunfire last night?" ...... he replied:  "It's a war zone out here brother, I hear gunfire every night"!!!
This neighborhood was easy to find at night, 1 or 2 police helicopters would hover over head at night.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=foqqgen6qoA&NR=1  Jr Brown "Highway Patrol sang with "COPS" video segments
 
INSTRUCTORS:  QUALIFICATION  
[ENROLLED FOR ADDITIONAL RATINGS]
LEN ASSANTE .........PISTOL, RTBV, SHOTGUN, Personal Protection, 
          CRSO, Training Counselor
ERNEST PLUS..........SHOTGUN, ARMED GUARD, Baton, Chemical,
DANNY DUNN ..........PISTOL, Personal Protection,