bill.l.johnson
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I just got this and had to pass it along..enjoy!!!
Subject: A retired Police Officers story "Goin' to the 711"]
As I was leaving my house I stuffed my Glock 10mm "man gun" Mexican
style in my pants. My backup is a fully customized 1911 with all the
IPSC add-on options in my $500.00 leather pancake holster custom made
by
Belgian Monks who have devoted their lives to silence and holster
making. These are the ones used by Delta, which I used to be a part of
but all records of my activities were destroyed in a fire "accident".
I put on my Royal Robbins photographer vest to match my pants while
wearing a T-Shirt underneath reading "RANGER." That way, nobody can
see what I'm packing. I had my Centennial .38 Special in my ankle
holster, just like the gun rag guys carry. Lastly I had my "Covert
Sniper" I.D. Card in my wallet with my "Concealed Weapons Permit
Badge".
I was ready for anything.
I drove my "bug-out truck" to the 7-11 for some beer, 'cause you
never know. It is a performance-styled Subaru BRAT with 4 cylinders
of ground pounding fury.
I pull up to the 7-11 store and notice a nervous looking girl scout
eyeballing me from the back of her mother's SUV. A likely cover.
The mother returned to the truck and went for the keys in her
purse,
but I knew from my years of combat-honed instincts that she was
actually making a furtive movement for an offensive weapon. I
attempted a tactical shoulder roll, but fell flat on my face, kind
of flopping on the pavement to avoid any incoming rounds and to
make
it look like I meant to do that.
*//*
The store owner called 911 which is good, because I then did a roll
and attempted to draw my Glock. Unfortunately, since I did not
have
a holster, the gun "went off" and the bullet creased my wiener. But
I was prepared for that and bit down on a 9mm casing to take my
mind
off the pain as I dove for the garbage barrel. That's when I
noticed
the girl scout shouting something to her mother who began to take
cover. I knew they were closing on me so I drew my trusty custom
1911 Wilson COMBAT....I knew that they would be impressed with
that.
I then duck walked to the front of her SUV but my gut kinda got in
the way and I fell on my ass, which caused me to swallow my 9mm
casing.
I then tried to roll to my right, but didn't want to scuff my
holster, so I just threw myself into a telephone pole, but I landed
on my right side anyway. So I fired one shot towards the woman's
SUV
to pin them down as I recovered my wind.
*//*
Before the mother knew what was happening, I charged her and I
threw
my groin into her knee. I knew that as I vomited on the ground in
front of her that I had interrupted her OODA loop, and I had the
advantage now. As she ran screaming for the Girl Scout (I knew she
was going for backup) I made for my super-charged BRAT tactical
truck.
I jumped into the driver seat, forgetting that I had left my rare
Israeli contract AR 15 Bayonet on the seat (honed to a razors
edge).
I could handle it though; half my ass is an implant from war
wounds.
As I attempted to start my truck, police and paramedics arrived on
the scene.
My truck would not start and instead backfired once and caused the
police to taze me.
*//*
At this point, I tactically soiled myself while in convulsions. My
custom 1911 then fell out the window, but I still had my Centennial
.38. I knew then that I had to take out the woman with the purse.
So
I aimed my revolver at her, at which point the first police officer
fired once striking me in the chest. Fortunately, I was wearing my
level 3A body armor.
*//*
I didn't want to hurt the cops, they had obviously been duped by
the
evil temptress who was now embracing her partner in crime and
crying
to the police in the background - I knew it was a ruse. I pulled
out my concealed weapons permit badge and showed it to the officer
who shot me and yelled out "I'm one of you guys!!!" He continued to
cover me, and ordered me to drop my 38 so I laid it down. After
all,
I still had my bayonet attached to my ass. The cop walked toward
me,
and upon reading the badge maced me right in the eyes.
*//*
Fortunately, my Oakley shooting glasses stopped most of the spray
and I was able to rip free of the Taser cords easily. It only cost
me one nipple...easily replaced. I dove for the passenger side of
my
truck and began to run zig zag for a ditch. Unfortunately, the
bayonet sticking out of my ass slowed me down. I knew it would have
to be hand-to-hand now.
I knew the cop couldn't take me when I saw he merely carried a
Glock
17, not a man's gun. So I immediately threw my eye into his right
hook, followed by a knee into his mag light. As I lay thrashing on
the ground, I took the heel of my Bates enforcer boot and kicked at
the cops ankle. I knew from my classified experiences in Tajikistan
that once I broke his ankle, the cop would fall down and I could
"stun kick" him in the head, knocking him out but not hurting him.
Apparently the cop had also been to Tajikistan, because he side
stepped me and struck me in the back with his ASP baton, but my
trauma plate absorbed it. I then drew my Benchmade auto knife and
was promptly tased again, but I was ready for it this time and only
wet myself a little bit. Next thing those cops knew, I was
unconscious.
That'll teach 'em.
Subject: A retired Police Officers story "Goin' to the 711"]
As I was leaving my house I stuffed my Glock 10mm "man gun" Mexican
style in my pants. My backup is a fully customized 1911 with all the
IPSC add-on options in my $500.00 leather pancake holster custom made
by
Belgian Monks who have devoted their lives to silence and holster
making. These are the ones used by Delta, which I used to be a part of
but all records of my activities were destroyed in a fire "accident".
I put on my Royal Robbins photographer vest to match my pants while
wearing a T-Shirt underneath reading "RANGER." That way, nobody can
see what I'm packing. I had my Centennial .38 Special in my ankle
holster, just like the gun rag guys carry. Lastly I had my "Covert
Sniper" I.D. Card in my wallet with my "Concealed Weapons Permit
Badge".
I was ready for anything.
I drove my "bug-out truck" to the 7-11 for some beer, 'cause you
never know. It is a performance-styled Subaru BRAT with 4 cylinders
of ground pounding fury.
I pull up to the 7-11 store and notice a nervous looking girl scout
eyeballing me from the back of her mother's SUV. A likely cover.
The mother returned to the truck and went for the keys in her
purse,
but I knew from my years of combat-honed instincts that she was
actually making a furtive movement for an offensive weapon. I
attempted a tactical shoulder roll, but fell flat on my face, kind
of flopping on the pavement to avoid any incoming rounds and to
make
it look like I meant to do that.
*//*
The store owner called 911 which is good, because I then did a roll
and attempted to draw my Glock. Unfortunately, since I did not
have
a holster, the gun "went off" and the bullet creased my wiener. But
I was prepared for that and bit down on a 9mm casing to take my
mind
off the pain as I dove for the garbage barrel. That's when I
noticed
the girl scout shouting something to her mother who began to take
cover. I knew they were closing on me so I drew my trusty custom
1911 Wilson COMBAT....I knew that they would be impressed with
that.
I then duck walked to the front of her SUV but my gut kinda got in
the way and I fell on my ass, which caused me to swallow my 9mm
casing.
I then tried to roll to my right, but didn't want to scuff my
holster, so I just threw myself into a telephone pole, but I landed
on my right side anyway. So I fired one shot towards the woman's
SUV
to pin them down as I recovered my wind.
*//*
Before the mother knew what was happening, I charged her and I
threw
my groin into her knee. I knew that as I vomited on the ground in
front of her that I had interrupted her OODA loop, and I had the
advantage now. As she ran screaming for the Girl Scout (I knew she
was going for backup) I made for my super-charged BRAT tactical
truck.
I jumped into the driver seat, forgetting that I had left my rare
Israeli contract AR 15 Bayonet on the seat (honed to a razors
edge).
I could handle it though; half my ass is an implant from war
wounds.
As I attempted to start my truck, police and paramedics arrived on
the scene.
My truck would not start and instead backfired once and caused the
police to taze me.
*//*
At this point, I tactically soiled myself while in convulsions. My
custom 1911 then fell out the window, but I still had my Centennial
.38. I knew then that I had to take out the woman with the purse.
So
I aimed my revolver at her, at which point the first police officer
fired once striking me in the chest. Fortunately, I was wearing my
level 3A body armor.
*//*
I didn't want to hurt the cops, they had obviously been duped by
the
evil temptress who was now embracing her partner in crime and
crying
to the police in the background - I knew it was a ruse. I pulled
out my concealed weapons permit badge and showed it to the officer
who shot me and yelled out "I'm one of you guys!!!" He continued to
cover me, and ordered me to drop my 38 so I laid it down. After
all,
I still had my bayonet attached to my ass. The cop walked toward
me,
and upon reading the badge maced me right in the eyes.
*//*
Fortunately, my Oakley shooting glasses stopped most of the spray
and I was able to rip free of the Taser cords easily. It only cost
me one nipple...easily replaced. I dove for the passenger side of
my
truck and began to run zig zag for a ditch. Unfortunately, the
bayonet sticking out of my ass slowed me down. I knew it would have
to be hand-to-hand now.
I knew the cop couldn't take me when I saw he merely carried a
Glock
17, not a man's gun. So I immediately threw my eye into his right
hook, followed by a knee into his mag light. As I lay thrashing on
the ground, I took the heel of my Bates enforcer boot and kicked at
the cops ankle. I knew from my classified experiences in Tajikistan
that once I broke his ankle, the cop would fall down and I could
"stun kick" him in the head, knocking him out but not hurting him.
Apparently the cop had also been to Tajikistan, because he side
stepped me and struck me in the back with his ASP baton, but my
trauma plate absorbed it. I then drew my Benchmade auto knife and
was promptly tased again, but I was ready for it this time and only
wet myself a little bit. Next thing those cops knew, I was
unconscious.
That'll teach 'em.
