To Vest or Not to Vest: Valley
Police Department, August 1992
While putting on my uniform, I paused to consider the Kevlar, bullet
proof vest.
It was
August again, and like every other August in Eastern Nebraska, the
weather was more than uncomfortably hot and humid, it was excruciating!
While I was getting ready to go to work for the 3:00 PM to 11:00
PM / C-Shift, the weather forecast on the radio was predicting a
late afternoon high of 101 degrees, with a much higher heat index.
The overnight low was expected to be very humid with temps in the
80’s.
While
putting on my uniform, I paused to consider the Kevlar, bullet proof
vest. I figured that the chances of me dying from heat stroke far
outweighed the odds of me getting shot, so a laid the vest aside
for this afternoon and evening. I finished getting ready, and went
to work.
It was
a pretty uneventful shift. Around 9:00 PM, I called in that I would
be out at my residence for my dinner break. Waiting in the parking
lot of the apartment complex where we lived was my wife Micki. Micki
worked as a computer consultant at Valmont Industries, but was formerly
a Police Officer at Columbia, Missouri, so she knew the challenges
of my job, and had seen a significant amount of action during her
days behind the badge, including one incident where she survived
being shot.
No sooner
had we walked across the lot, and were about to go inside, I received
a call from dispatch on my portable radio. “Five-Four: Lot
779 Timber Lodge Lake; Back District 9, Shots-Fired.”
Timber
Lodge Lake was an unincorporated community about a mile south of
Valley. As the name implies, it is a lakeside community with a number
of homes gathered around a nice sized lake. While a shots fired
call in the city might have generated a bit of alarm, it’s
not uncommon in rural areas for someone to tear down his gun, and
after re-assembling the weapon, go outside and fire it once or twice
to make sure it’s working properly. Maybe it’s not the
smartest thing for someone to do, but it’s not illegal and
it’s not uncommon. Typically two officers are dispatched,
and the matter is handled more or less like a noise disturbance.
What
I did not know, was radio traffic regarding the incident that
had taken place on another channel. The District 9 Sheriff’s
Deputy, a young, rookie officer, had been attempting to serve papers
on a resident who was a known hot head. The hot head greeted the
deputy with a .12 gauge shotgun, and had lit up the sky with a round
or two while telling the deputy to go away.
These
events were made apparent to me as I, along with four other units
arrived, and finally found the location of the incident and the
deputy taking cover behind his patrol car. The subject was standing
with his shotgun in the driveway, along with his wife, who is willingly
standing between the officers and her husband to prevent anyone
from taking a shot at the subject. Sergeant Kurt Denker from the
Elkhorn Police Department did an outstanding job of negotiating
with the subject, and got him to agree to put the gun aside and
come along like a nice boy. The deputies took the subject into custody,
and we all cleared the scene to return to our various patrol areas.
I went
back home to resume my dinner break, and was again met in the parking
lot by Micki, who had monitored the whole event on the scanner.
She calmly walked up to me, and with her finger tips, pushed me
back at the center of my chest. “You Son of a BITCH! YOU’RE
NOT WEARING YOUR VEST!!! I ought to kick your ass!!!”
It was
at this exact point in time where I re-evaluated my assessment of
my odds of survival between heat stroke and gun shots. I now added
the odds of being righteously killed by my pissed off wife, which
far outweighed heat stroke, and most likely outweighed gun shots
as well! From that point forward, I never failed to wear my Kevlar
vest ever again!
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