Archive for the ‘What Police Work is Really Like’ Category

This was published today on Breach Bang Clear. _________________________________________________ Last week, former Air Force Security Policeman Andy Brown released his book Warnings Unheeded. Brown’s book is an account of his response to the 1994 Fairchild Air Force Base mass shooting, and the story of a B-52 crash at the same base just days later. If you’re a […]


I’ve finally released my third novel, Safe From the War, as an ebook on Amazon. Print and audio versions to follow (hopefully soon). This book is the prequel to Line in the Valley, and explains what my protagonist Jerry Nunez experienced in Houston before he was sent to fight on the Texas border. In one […]


After I published my opinion piece about the shooting in Ferguson Missouri, I received many emails from police officers and private citizens thanking me for writing it. I also received one message from a police officer who tried to explain how the job has changed him, and why he is the way he is. I […]


So there I was, minding my own business, on night shift patrol in a deserted, half-industrial half-residential area. This was around 2 a.m. on a boring weeknight. The area I was patrolling was full of illegal aliens, drunks, drug addicts, prostitutes (both voluntary and trafficked), gangsters and stolen cars. But this was a quiet night. […]


So there I was, minding my own business, bored almost to death on night shift patrol in a tiny town. After midnight, streets deserted, nothing happening anywhere. Then I got a call: “Natural DOA, Pleasantville Motel, 300 Main. Room 10.” I turned around and headed toward the motel. It was a place I knew well. […]


So there I was, minding my own business, parked in a dark parking lot watching a crime hot spot across the street. This was years back, when worry about terrorism was way high. Officers were still assigned to guard critical sites like electrical stations and water purification plants. A friend of mine was guarding one […]


So there I was, minding my own business, on a routine night shift in a small town. Then I received a call. “Domestic violence assault, 201 Johnson street,” a duplex in the projects. I arrived a few minutes later. Another officer, “John”, drove up at the same time. Several children were frantically running around the […]