If you're gonna die, die with your boots on

The call came out as Officer needs assistance and I was the primary unit responding. Other units were on the way, but I was close and would beat them there by what seemed like hours. I don't recall passing vehicles or intersections. It was all a blur. The only thing that stuck out was that I could hear the tires squealing over the echoing sound of my siren blaring as I gunned the engine through corners.

From the moment my feet hit the pavement the fight was on. The guy was smaller than me, but in much better shape and obviously stronger. I didn't hesitate and I wasn't afraid. I jumped in head first landing several blows before he turned his attention to me.

I don't remember hearing other officers arrive. My shoulder mic dangled from the radio near my knees, knocked off within the first seconds. I didn't know help had arrived until other arms were grabbing the guy I was wrestling with. I was suffering from a severe case of tunnel vision.

He was back on the street before the report was finished. Thank God for our overly liberal (in)justice system that gives more rights to the bad guys than the good.