Those were the days, boy. Great stories. Fights, scrapes, bites, torn uniforms, stupid drunk and violent people,busted fingers, injuries that now leave me with arthritis, a Govt 1911 and an AR15 Carbine and an M1A Scout Squad and a Mossberg 590 to help keep me safe, a fast car, all the "fun".
But it wasn't.
Because I could not tell my wife about any part of that or she would get pissed that I was in that kind of work. All I had were other cops who would listen.
This pic was a self portrait of me at a short time gig I did, and I kept this photo because it seemed pretty neat with the blue LED lights (mostly) all on. A slower shutter speed would have caught all of them.
Now I am retired, and things are now pretty boring. It hurts a lot in my feet, knees and hands. Arthritis makes it difficult to go to sleep at times. But things are good.
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