Nine years ago today, I called my wife. I had taken the last four hours of the shift off, so I could go home and go to bed early, so I would be awake fresh and early for her birthday.
I didn't make it. I had a late call.
I called her four hours after I was suppose to be home.
I was being interviewed by Homicide Detectives.
I had been in a long fight. A man tried to take my gun.
It is her measuring stick for bad birthdays.
Happy Birthday to your wife. The fact that you are alive is the greatest present. I'm sorry that happened to you.
Posted by: Pam Marshall | January 25, 2017 at 08:46 AM
A few years ago a hospital escort sucker punched me and pushed me to the ground and went for my gun, I had to poke him in the eye with two fingers to get him off. Thankfully Safariland makes good holsters.
Posted by: Applican't | January 30, 2017 at 02:49 PM
Thank goodness you had the determination and the ability to protect yourself!
Posted by: RD | January 30, 2017 at 03:08 PM