Hey all. Iím relatively new to the boards and havenít posted much but this story is too good not to share. First off, Iím a police officer in Dallas Texas, assigned to the South Central Patrol Division. Iíve worked for the dept. for just over 10 years. The day before yesterday I got a call on a Burglary in Progress at about 9:30AM. When I got there, I could see that the side door to this house had been pried open and was still partially ajar. Two 1-man cover elements showed up to back me up. We left one officer at the front door and the other officer and I went through the open side door.
We moved in and cleared the kitchen then started into the dining room. Then I notice this guy standing with his back to us in front of the Christmas Tree. Heís in the process of tearing open the Christmas presents. His crowbar is lying on the floor and heís completely oblivious to the fact that 2 cops are pointing guns at the middle of his back. Heís got a PS2 and a laptop computer all stacked up and ready to go out the door along with the familyís digital camera and some jewelry. I yell at him to get on the groundÖand thatís when everything went to hell.
He takes off running into the back room and the other officer with me runs outside thinking that there might be a back door (nope). As the guy runs into the bathroom, I almost get ahold of the hood on his jacket, but then he slams the door on my left forearm. So my arm is stuck with him putting all his bodyweight into the door. I'm pushing back from my side of the door and screaming at him that Iím going to fín shoot him if he doesnít let go of my arm. Heís screaming, ďIím sorry! Iím sorry!Ē Iím screaming back, ďDonít be sorry, just get the f..k off my arm!Ē I donít know where the other officer is, so even though I canít see what the badguy is doing and I'm at great risk, I canít shoot him for fear of hitting my cover through some thin drywall. Then I find out the bathroom has a 2nd door that leads into another bedroom. He gives one last hard push and breaks for the other door, now Iím free and back on his heels. Weíre headed back into the kitchen and heís headed right for the open door to get outside the house. As he runs into the kitchen, he grabs a wooden chair and flings it into my legs...completely taking me out. I grabbed his hood as I was falling and he dragged me for about 3 steps before he was able to unzip the jacket and leave me holding it while playing Twister with the chair on the floorÖ1 cop down.
As the burglar is running out the door, the other officer that initially came in with me, runs from behind me, hurtles me as Iím trying to get up and gets right back on the guy. He gets a handful of the badguy, but loses his grip and goes down on the concrete, tearing up his elbowÖ2 cops down. Finally the last officer, remember the guy at the front door? Well heís a good runner, and sees our badguy running out of the house. He takes off at a dead sprint and starts to close the gap on the burglar, but just as he gets from the front yard to the edge of the driveway, he slips on the wet grass, goes down on the driveway and breaks two fingersÖ3 cops down. We all pick ourselves up, I grab a car and another officer chases the guy into a wooded area. Finally the cavalry starts showing up and itís raining police. We get the area surrounded and FINALLY catch him hiding about 10 minutes later. Turns out the badguy had been smoking ďWetĒ as they call it down here. Itís marijuana cigarettes dipped in embalming fluid and it has a similar effect to PCP. I ended up with some nice lacerations and a couple ugly bruises on both legs and maybe a some ligament or meniscus damage to my right knee (still need to get the MRI to confirm). It always feels great to actually snag one of the real scumbags; all the bad luck and injuries that it took to get this guy didnít temper that feeling one bit. Like I said initially, ďScore one for the good guys!Ē