Muscle memory
As I've mentioned previously, midnights is usually ultra quiet. You can't find trouble to get yourself into, no matter how hard you look. I guess it's not a bad thing for the residents, but for those trying to pass the time, it's painful.
The other night we got a call of a guy bleeding trying to stab some folks with a pair of scissors. Myself and my shift mate roll out there and see the bloody guy swinging wildly at another guy, scissors in hand.
Both of us have him at gunpoint, and bloody guy tosses the scissors, then jams his hands into his pants pockets. He came very close to meeting his maker in that instant. Luckily for him he pulled his hands out and reached for the sky quickly.
Proned and cuffed him while the other officer covered, which kind of skeeved me out. I've got this slight phobia of contracting a disease from some dirtbag's blood.
Fast forward to the report writing phase of the night and I starting replaying the whole situation in my head. I couldn't remember making the decision to draw my weapon and I don't know if I had my finger on the trigger. I don't remember holstering it either. I do remember it happened fast, but while it was happening, it seemed like the world around me ceased to exist. It's hard to explain, but I'll be willing to be anyone whose been in a similar situation would know what I meant.
Anyway, I guess my point is it's reassuring that when the shit hits the proverbial fan, I don't needs to think what to do, I'll just react without hesitation.
The other night we got a call of a guy bleeding trying to stab some folks with a pair of scissors. Myself and my shift mate roll out there and see the bloody guy swinging wildly at another guy, scissors in hand.
Both of us have him at gunpoint, and bloody guy tosses the scissors, then jams his hands into his pants pockets. He came very close to meeting his maker in that instant. Luckily for him he pulled his hands out and reached for the sky quickly.
Proned and cuffed him while the other officer covered, which kind of skeeved me out. I've got this slight phobia of contracting a disease from some dirtbag's blood.
Fast forward to the report writing phase of the night and I starting replaying the whole situation in my head. I couldn't remember making the decision to draw my weapon and I don't know if I had my finger on the trigger. I don't remember holstering it either. I do remember it happened fast, but while it was happening, it seemed like the world around me ceased to exist. It's hard to explain, but I'll be willing to be anyone whose been in a similar situation would know what I meant.
Anyway, I guess my point is it's reassuring that when the shit hits the proverbial fan, I don't needs to think what to do, I'll just react without hesitation.
posted by Moe at 20:32
3 Comments:
I carried a Colt Python in a Hoyt breakfront holster. When needed, it was in my hand in an instant. Never remembered drawing it, ever. It was just there. Not needlessly but there when necessary.
Instinct over thought.
I know what you mean.
Hey I have been in that type of situation a few times. It is unsettling, but you do recover. You just wanna try not to have tunnel vision, I think auditory exclusion is probably something you can't help. Glad it all worked out. I found you through The Lollipop Tree, btw. nice reading. Be Safe.
Practice how you play. Good to hear when you react without thinking, and the reaction is the right thing to do.
I'm digging your blog, hope you don't mind an extra link
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