Get on the ground

During my law enforcement days, I had many exciting opportunities to assist in working narcotics cases. FUN, FUN for one and all, especially us cops.

On one particular bright and sunshiny day, we had finally completed one of our cases and obtained search warrants for two different locations. We decided to hit both places at exactly the same time to avoid any chances of losing our evidence and our suspects (ie. drugs and criminals). We got the entry teams set up and our assignments of who was doing what job/task covering what place and going where when we arrived at our sites. Damn it, on this one I got assigned to be the guy who went to the back door. All the way out there I was mumbling about not being in on the action, the back door sucks, nothing ever happens at the back door.

Well, we arrived about a 1/4 mile from the house and they dropped me off, I circled around and got set up on the back of the house. About 5 minutes later they entry team hit the front door, yelling SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT!!!! SEARCH WARRANT!!!! and made entry into the house, grabbing the occupants in the house and cuffing them.

Then over my portable radio I hear, we got a runner, he is headed for the back door. In the house I hear the telltale thump, thump, thump, of running feet. I aimed my handgun at the back door and took about three steps back waiting for the door to open. It came swinging open with a bang and I am looking at a big man, his eyes got as big as saucers while looking at the business end of my handgun and I yelled at him, "You better get your face on the ground, NOW!!! And thats just what he did. He just kept his hands in the air and fell face forward out the back door of the house. landing perfectly on his face on the ground. Oh, and by the way, at this time I will tell you there were no back steps at this door and it was a good 4 foot drop from the door sill to the ground. But when he hit the ground, he never moved.

After my cover officer arrived, I handcuffed him, got him on his feet and searched him for weapons and contraband. Guess what, he had illegal narcotics in his possession. I then took him to the hospital to have him checked for injuries and to clean him up from the bloody nose and split lips he received when he face planted out that back door. Then he got to spend some quality time at the county jail.

The officer that was chasing him down the hallway told me later that day that I just stood there looking at the guy and said. I can't believe you just did that. did you see that.

I guess this just goes to show. druggies are not the sharpest tools in the shed.