Posted August 13, 2015 11:00 am by Comments

By Dan Zimmerman

By Tile Floor

I’ll never forget the night my SWATting cherry was popped. I was sitting in my Dodge Charger police car, lamenting the circumstances in my life that culminated in me being a police officer working midnights in an area of my county that I hate, when I received a call from dispatch. “298 copy a suspicious. Man called the desk, stating he was armed with an AK-47 and pipe bombs saying he was going to shoot his family and any police officers that respond.” Well, aint that just peachy, I thought to myself, as I slapped the car in drive and sputtered down the road in my V6 woefully underpowered 4000 pound vehicle . . .

The area I work in the county is enormous, and due to the size and the way the road system works anyone coming to the area is looking at a 15 minute drive to the main little town, even running lights and sirens. Where we were going was even further out, so even though we had about ten people coming to us, the three of us who work our little slice of heaven would be on our own.

My response time was about five minutes, …read more

Source:: Truth About Guns

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