We were on a tour of the prison and that’s when the call came. “Breakout on Unit 3, we need backup.” Lieutenant Fitzy ran off to the lunchroom. The other officer in charge turned to us and commanded to be in a straight line against the wall. From where we were, we could see through the glass of the door, bodies flying on each other. It looked like a football game, except this chaos wasn’t a game. By now I had been working in the Suffolk County Sheriff’s Department for about 2 months. It was a summer internship I’d been accepted to through my school. My aspiration is to be involved with law enforcement either by becoming a state trooper or a Boston police officer. When I heard about the internship, I knew I couldn’t let this opportunity
On 06/14/2017 around 1750 hours, I, Officer Burkes, responded to a report of a suspicious person knocking on a door at 1504 Homestead Blvd. The caller stated that a white male was bleeding all over her door and asking her to call 911. When I arrived on scene, I noticed a white male, later identified as Alex Schesny, sitting between the screen door and steele door. I asked Alex to get up and walk out to the back of my patrol car. Once on the back of my car, I retrieved my gloves out of the front seat.
Tom is unaware that he has been being watched by his fellow inmates until he hears Everyone’s cheers and seeing them jumping for joy. As Tom punches his fist in the air, the prison
Recreation ended and Officer Law was locking down the inmates on the bottom tier. In Cell F3 Inmate Todd was lying down on his bunk (bottom) his head facing the wall, backside exposed, blanket covering his head, fully clothed, awake and his cellmate Patrick Michael Argoe was
Upon, arriving outside the city, the prison guard kicked Webster off the buggy and told him to run. The chief of police arranged a fake escape, which help fortify Webster’s
They sat across from each other at a long, metal table. The whole room was designed to break down suspects. Cold colors, illuminated by blinding fluorescent lights, Surrounded by two-way mirrors and thick soundproof walls. This type of environment was created as a way to break their spirits and leave them open and exposed. “Let's begin,” he said.
While on the bus, Brubaker witnesses two inmates captured after a failed escape, and one is shot. The lack of concern by the trustees and the incoming prisoners is a shock that
In 2005, Carl Bryan was stopped in Coronado, California for a seat belt violation. Bryan had already been stopped that same morning on a speeding charge, at this point he was upset with himself. Because of this, he was hitting the steering wheel and yelling expletives at himself. He complied with the officer, when he requested to turn the radio down and pull to the curb. The following part is where Bryan and the officer 's story is different.
I became an FFA Officer at the be of my sophomore year. It happened like this. It was the day of our chapter FFA banquet, the banquet had began, people started filling in and I started to get so nervous. It was in the commons or lunch room of our high school. This was my first ever FFA banquet, besides our area one.
The lights were flashing and the ship was rocking slowly. They saw blood trickling from the elevator shaft. They had no idea what happened. They screamed and called for help… but none came.
A fellow soldier pulls him behind the rock where he is taking cover, and the other two return the fire. “Are you OK? What happened?” I yell to my co-pilot, who looks over at me, writhing in pain. This is the first time I’ve seen his face since I looked over at him as we parachuted towards the battlefield.
It took them a whole month before i could go before a judge. I was sitting in my cell waiting for the correctional officer to come get me. I was ready to be outside these damn walls. Being here for over a month was killing me, I was missing out on my money and I haven't been getting no pussy. I mean there was some correctional officers that liked fucking inmates, but I didn’t feel right stepping out on Carmen
It was a warm March day. The semester had just reached the halfway point and people were scrambling to get grades up, to finish projects, and meet deadlines. Through all the chaos of school nobody was able to see the new era that was about to be thrust upon them. It was speculated and rumored about, that the Principle, Wade Martin, was scheming something sinister, nothing the likes of Middle Creek have ever seen before. It was his mad power grab, The Tardy Policy.
As I embark on the newest chapter in my life it occurs to me that I must first take time to fully process and appreciate the magnitude of what it really is to be a Warrant Officer in the United States Army. From my own perspective as well as the perspective seen from society I can see my new responsibilities will hold a paramount position in many different aspects. This being said, I can look forward to a major shift in what my focus will be and how my decisions will directly impact those around me. My personal desire to become a Warrant officer stems from my constant thirst to grow and influence my surroundings.
When I was at the Police Academy in Florida approximately 20 plus years ago, the academy was located in a old misty building. The air conditioning units were outdated, the windows were poorly insulated and I would feel horrible within an hour of being in the building. What made it worse, was that I wasn't the only police officer cadet being affected by the poor indoor air quality. As soon as we go outside, the horrible feelings would go away. Growing up in a old house with a Michigan basement (Creepy/Damp/smelly storage cellar), radon wasn't really investigated back than.
I started my first year of college with my life planned out. I had a ridiculous notion that everything was going to be a piece of cake. I was going to join different clubs, do lots of research, make the dean’s list, make my parents proud and attend as many parties as I could. However, now when I look back, I realized that I was too comfortable in my life. I thought I was ready to overcome every obstacle that was thrust upon me