We had a riot in the city I policed.
Not a huge riot as some riots have been but a riot non the less.
Perhaps 300+ young ethnics on a hot summer evening with nothing
better to do.
Being as we weren't a large department, perhaps 55 sworn officers
back then and only six on duty that evening including me.
I was Lt. commander in uniform.
My sgt. wanted to call in reinforcements from surrounding departments but
I nixed that idea.
It would only intensify the situation giving the ethnic youths more targets
for the thrown bottles and bricks,
Soooooooooooooooooooo,
I sent all the officers away thus removing the targets.
I stayed and walked into the gang........er, crowd, of agitated
young miscreants called them by name.
I asked, "how's your mother, (calling her by name) and how's your aunt,
what's your sister doing these days, and so forth.
That familiarity seemed so shame the punks...............I mean misdirected
youths.
Soon their mothers, aunts, grandmothers showed up and herded the
punks..........er, ah, I mean confused, angry youths, home.
End of riot.
Was I skeert? Well, duh, YEAH!
I'm sooooooooooooo, glad my 4th broken back put an end to that
career.
13 major injuries, 9 months in physical rehab, p.t.s.d., depression and more.
Back broken four times, both hands broken, both knees blown out, one
is an artificial implant, three concussions.....................
100% disabled .....................I don't want no more.