Three homicide in three work days. That’s enough to keep any urban street platoon busy. However, as my young platoon worked the first homicide on the first day, they also simultaneously worked two business robberies and a missing 13 year old with the mental capacity of an 8 year old. Turns out the 13 year old had an 8 year old READING LEVEL, but how was her mom to know!!! Geez.
On the second day as we sat in rollcall listening to me tell my platoon how kick ass they were from the day before, unbeknownst to us, that day would include another homicide and the opportunity for my young platoon, of young moms and dads, to see the body of a dead 3 year old lifelessly laying in the middle of Broadway, dimly lit by the red and blue police lights. And although I’m a pretty hardened sergeant and former homicide detective, I found myself bumming cigarettes from people that night.
Finally on that third day back to work after two days off, and after many of us found trouble getting our significant others to talk to us about the pictures burned in our brains from the tradegies of earlier in the week, we get dispatched to a drive-by shooting that included a guy getting shot in the head and a little 5 year old girl that was struck by the crossfire as she inocently sat in her home. Fortunately, the little girl will survive with a hellaciously long road ahead. Unfortunately my young platoon got to deal with yet another senseless and incident child victim laying unnaturally bloody and bandaged in the middle of the street while they and EMS tried to stabilize her.
Proudly I watched as my young platoon did everything right on all three days. As they helped victims, as they gathered witnesses, as they taped off the scene. As they started the paperwork. For any saltly old sergeant like myself, this was a defining moment for me because I constantly am empowering my officers to be so self sufficient that I’m not needed… and thats what I witnessed on all three days. A group of great people, as I call us, our disfunction and loving family, kicking ass on a job that very few people are cut out to be able to stomach. I’m proud of them, they should be of themselves.
And then next week will come and we’ll do it all over again….Because they are just that awesome.