Waiting for incoming rounds. :eek: ;)[/QUOTE]
Oh there is no waiting - they got you before you could even say it! :p
Waiting for incoming rounds. :eek: ;)[/QUOTE]
Oh there is no waiting - they got you before you could even say it! :p
I know you play "trading fire" in the desert night, Cat. Your danger is different than my own. I will only say this: last night we had a car chase that went to a crash that went to a foot chase that went to a fistfight. The night before that we had an attempt carjacking that went to a foot chase that went to a fistfight. The blood from that one is still on the walls in the processing room.
Nice to see I'm not the only one who still likes to get dirty.
Of every one hundred men, ten should not even be here. Eighty are nothing but targets. Nine are real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the One... One of them is a Warrior... He will bring the others back.
"Wrong door, buddy!"
Let no man's ghost say my training failed him.
Yeah. A bit different; all the same.
I can't talk about it here because it is turning into a big internet/on-line news blog that "the deputies murdered him"; but we all are street warriors just trying to survive one shift at a time.
You got me on the weight, Bro. :D
I only have 210lbs of either shut yer mouth, or you’re talking like you have too many teeth in your head, or the reason you don't see a piano here is because I don't play, or you better put that attitude in reverse gear, slick or the next thing you'll know is waking up in a jail cell, do you like orange and gray?.....
But, I got over 30 years of sneaky Old Dog survival tricks! ;)
Last edited by Cat_Doc; 09-03-09 at 02:46 PM.
This career is not a sprint, it is a marathon.
Every Wednesday is firearms inspection day - standing roll call/uniform inspection BS. Couple weeks back I forgot my stick (I carry an old skool wooden Democratic Convention of '68 model 'cause that's how I roll). The Captain looks at me and says "Where's your stick?" I said "I don't need no stick, Boss. I carry (held up my left fist) the five of clubs and (held up my right fist) the Ace of Spades!"
Wow , how did i miss this thread. Welcome aboard SexySunshine. Good to have you here.
You're old and consequently probably have poor vision. I'll make sure to point the new threads out to you.You will need to provide your own Geritol and prune juice, though.
Of every one hundred men, ten should not even be here. Eighty are nothing but targets. Nine are real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the One... One of them is a Warrior... He will bring the others back.
"Wrong door, buddy!"
Let no man's ghost say my training failed him.