One of the principles we "win" by is "practice the way you want to play." But one of the things we sometimes forget with our modern conveniences and comforts is that we want that practice to be as close to "game conditions" as possible.
I will never forget the first time I heard myself snore. Yeah, I snore pretty good; just ask one of my ex’s or one of my sergeants. But I actually was so tired once my own snoring woke me up! I was working on the Coconino Hotshots fighting a forest fire near Prescott, Ariz., when our squad leader called a break. I just sat where I was on the line and, the next thing I knew, loud snoring awoke me. I looked around and I was the only one within earshot…weird.
Jump into the fray then decide. —Napoleon Bonaparte
OK, I confess. I used to teach how to train the "new generation." You older cops know who I’m talking about: frankly, the generation not as good as ours.
Mailmen have nothing on cops when it comes to working in sleet and rain and blinding heat.
Condition White is the internal focus we go into all the time. In Condition White, you are not focused on the outside world. You do NOT want to have this mindset on the street.
Sometimes just knowing a few words in a foreign tongue can make you safer and help you do your job better.
Ask risk managers to tell you what causes the majority of vehicular accidents, and they will all sing the same tune: "Backing Up Is Hard To Do."
I love being in shape. Running an eight-minute mile, benching 300, riding a mountain bike on rugged trails, playing a rousing game of three-on-three, are all things I would love to be doing. But I can’t do any of them today.
Many police psychologists believe that if you don’t feel bad, something is wrong with you.
The other day a friend of mine had a rear-ender on duty that was caused by his responding to his MDT (Mobile Distracting Terminal) or MDC (Moving Destruction Computer) or whatever they are called.
Bitching may be humanity's greatest need. It's certainly high on the list for cops.
Ah, the first month of the new year. It’s a month of parties, football, snow or snowbirds (depending on where you live), and just generally good feelings. Then the winter wears on. Football ends for nearly everybody’s team; ice appears on the roadways at the worst time (who hasn’t had the thrill of that tactical 360-degree spin en route to a call); and all those resolutions you made suddenly become ancient history.
Ah, December, the holiday month, the month of giving and joy and general goodwill. However, if you wear the badge and gun, walk the cell block, or handle the calls of traumatized citizens, you may be thinking "bah humbug!"