I get a call last night of a fight in progress. I'm the only unit nearby that's available, so I have no back-up on the way. I roll up and to call this a fight in progress would be an understatement. I rolled up on a literal riot in progress and called out on the radio as such. I had a car load of 7 black males/females trying to take on a known gang house of approximately 30 Hispanics having a party. Racial slurs are being thrown from both ends until the black males/females decide its best to retreat to their car, which is sitting in the middle of a 6-lane major thoroughfare. I roll up and beer bottles are being smashed against the car and the 30 Hispanics are starting to rock the car like they want to flip it over. I figure if I roll out of my car with my AR-15, everybody and their mother is going to draw down on me and I'm going to be severely out-gunned. I figured the only recourse for me was to step between the two groups and pray they respected my authority. I know, slim chance considering I'm dealing with known gang members. I fortunately had the experience and self-preservation skills to pull out my ASP and flick it downward very quickly, thus expanding the baton. When I did this, both groups stepped back, thus creating that gap I needed between the two groups.
I learned many years ago that you need to talk big even when facing insurmountable odds (people can smell your fear), so I start yelling commands at the larger group to disengage from the car. Miraculously, they disengage and I'm able to keep the line of separation between them and the car until the cavalry arrives. When I say the cavalry arrived, I mean it literally rained police cars. I cleaned out my shorts, thanked God for pulling my ass out of another tight spot and kissed my ASP for giving me the edge I needed to stand up to 30 gang bangers.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, the ASP REAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLY hurts when you're hit with it!
I learned many years ago that you need to talk big even when facing insurmountable odds (people can smell your fear), so I start yelling commands at the larger group to disengage from the car. Miraculously, they disengage and I'm able to keep the line of separation between them and the car until the cavalry arrives. When I say the cavalry arrived, I mean it literally rained police cars. I cleaned out my shorts, thanked God for pulling my ass out of another tight spot and kissed my ASP for giving me the edge I needed to stand up to 30 gang bangers.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, the ASP REAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLY hurts when you're hit with it!