HAPPY NEW YEAR……

You read about it in the newspapers every year. People struck by bullets fired by people trying to celebrate the new year. I remember a few years back when a young girl in my city was struck in the head by a bullet fired 2 miles away. Yes, 2 miles away. Luckily she lived, but she still has a bullet lodged in her head.

What people don’t realize is that what goes up, must come down. Too many people drink a bit too much and decide to “make some noise” at midnight. What they don’t realize is that people are out and about at midnight. Kids in back yards banging pots together, people going in or out of houses, police officers, firefighters, and medical personnel responding to calls for help. All in the way of a “bullet coming down”.

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It has been a bad week for Northern California Police Officers. I’ve had a black stripe across my badge all week to pay respects to a brother and sister officer who lost their lives in 2 separate vehicle crashes while in the line of duty.

They say that bad things happen in three’s and this sequence was to be no exception.
The black stripe on my badge will remain in place even longer.

Last Friday night at about midnight the word started to circulate on the police airwaves.
“There was an “11-99″ in Dublin, one officer is dead.

You have to be a cop to understand what it means when you hear “11-99″. The official term means Officer down, needs immediate assistance. This is not to be confused with what you see on TV watching “cops” when an officer calls for cover or extra units.

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On December 6th 1994 at 10:00am, I was forced to do the most difficult thing I’ve ever been faced with in my life.

I was a K9 officer and my wonderful amazing partner went to sleep in my arms at the Veterinarian Hospital. In all this time that has gone by, I’ve never forgotten the terror and fear I felt as “Rommel” closed his eyes for the last time.

On December 3rd we had been home watching “Cops” on TV. Rommel would always get excited when he heard the sirens, and he would sit in front of the T.V. with his head cocked over like the RCA Victory dog. This day he didn’t get excited. And he hadn’t eaten his dinner, which was extremely unusual for a 130lb Rottweiler, and the worst thing was, he was short of breath.

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