Police And Nuclear Security Training. The Precautions Taken.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
When I was young I went threw quite a bit of training. The training involved in becoming a deputy sheriff in the mobile enforcement division of the volunteers however was easy. My background had to be clean with no felonies , and very few traffic violations. I believe a background check from authorities like the FBI were routine . I remember a police sergeant, a self defense marshal arts gentleman who described methods we could use in order to stop violence during arrests. We had lectures in proper search , and seizure methods. How to take a gun , or knife away from a suspect was mentioned . How to temporarily disable suspects without using deadly force. How to use certain self defense methods in order to protect you're self in a fight. Learning codes in order to keep radio transmissions low profile . Understand the laws by studying the Ten Dash Code book. Basically a book that has a long list of different types of arrest charges. For example you might want to know exactly what constitutes a battery, or a rape, or and aggravated rape, and assault, or aggravated battery. The difference between a misdemeanor , and a felony is described . What constitutes a felony. Actually it would be best now days to acquire a good knowledge of the laws by attending college for a few years. I liked studying the law. I was interested in becoming a lawyer until I suffered from memory loss trying to find ways that someone might be able to help us solve Becky's disabilities. There were no doctors that kind of skill.
I studied for the Bar examination , and took practice exams, and felt confident that I would have been able to either enter law school, or become a lawyer after graduating college, but it was not meant to be. I had a good memory. I could lay a deck of cards face down once , and know what each card was, and where it matched another.
I remember trying my best to learn as much as I could about hundreds of different types of automobiles. I did become quite good at taking mental snapshots of passing cars on interstate highways. In only a glimpse of a car a long distance away , I could tell you whether there was a male, or female driver, or how many passengers were in it. The makes, models, and colors of cars , and even whether , or not the driver was wearing sun shades , or a certain style of hair could be recorded in my instant memory.
I studied cars far across the lanes, across the neutral grounds to the opposite lanes. We also received training in regard to the methods professional criminals might use to kill police officers.
In Nuclear security they over did it in classes that involved throwing adversaries to the ground. We probably threw one another on the gym floor no less than a hundred times. I had a terrible headache after hitting the ground from having my body slammed on the floor mats countless times. My back became numb. I believe that is why I suffer from extreme back pain because I think something happened to the nerves in my back .Three trainees broke their necks. From a class of one hundred , and fifty students in nuclear security officer training, only thirteen remained. Running miles daily , and a lot of strenuous exercise. Firearms training involved special skills. I believe a trainee had to qualify at least as a sharpshooter in many types of fast firing positions. Learning all about radiation, and the different kinds of radiation degrees.
I protected areas that had six inch thick solid steel doors as large as a monolith . Extremely thick walls of granite, and steel protected the Nuclear facility. There was a cat walk that was hundreds of feet high above the ground. The eternal workings of the facility was beautiful. You would not imagine the engineering, and expertise involved in creating a Nuclear facility. I guarded the most dangerous rooms in the world. The inside of the facility would build up pressures, and somehow slam the monstrous doors shut. Imagine a door ten feet high made of solid steel slamming like it is nothing but a feather in weight.
Many of the instructors in Nuclear security were once high ranked military, or police officials. Most men, and women that trained were very much into marshal arts, or into exercise, and body building.
Some people failed running up steel ladders. The steel ladders bash the heck out of you're legs. Running fast, and constantly running to make it in time to beat a stop watch. You had to be fast, be able to grab someone, carry someone on you're back, and still run fast enough to find cover in the event of a radioactive event. Seemed useless to me. You do not out run a nuclear problem of escaped radiation unless you are Spider man, or Superman. The best thing you can do in a nuclear escape of radiation is to bend down, and try you're very best to kiss you're butt good by if you can some how reach it with you're lips.
My being a country boy made the firing range easy for me. I was ,and expert with my revolver, or with a magnum revolver.
I taught Joann how to fire a revolver. A 357 magnum is a powerful gun. I taught her how to use it. She did not like guns at all , and neither do I . I wish I would have bought her a a ladie's gun that did not have so much recoil. My gun was like a cannon. I figured Joann might need home protection when I went to work every day, a hundred miles away.
If a car passed near me, I could write a book on it. License information was a breeze. A one second snap shot could tell me a lot . Movements in a car were crucial. In a high speed pursuit police can drive very close to violators , and can even tell if someone is reaching for something in a glove compartment.
One evening a partner, and I pulled up behind and assailant who matched the description of , and attempted murderer. The assailant reached for the glove compartment in his car. I saw him do it. For precautionary reasons my partner flicked on the red lights. The driver, with a view of our unit in his rear view mirror came to a halt in the middle of main street. We came to a halt behind him too.
My senior officer flicked on the PA system, and ordered the driver to stop his vehicle. He also ordered him to lock his fingers together above his head.
Quickly we exited our cruiser with our guns ready to fire in the event we might draw gun fire. I quickly ran to the passenger side of the suspects vehicle, while my partner proceeded to the driver. With our guns drawn I opened the glove compartment with my right hand, and took out a blue steel revolver.
This occurred during the times of disco dancing. Someone outside of a club complained of pain, and it was because someone stabbed him in the back with a knife.
A little investigation by my partner did the trick. He was good at figuring out all the details, and I admired him for those abilities. He was a walking, talking mental recorder of everything, and anything we gathered in the line of information compiling. Traffic officers, state police, detectives, they gather evidence like bees to honey.
Every little detail is planned in instantaneous moments before , and officer pulls a trigger. They know exactly where their bullets may travel so that if more than one officer uses firearms, everyone does their level best not to get hit trying to extract , and armed, or dangerous assailant from a potentially unsavory situation. The trajectory of where you're bullets will go is as crucial to a law officer as trying to figure out the profile of a suspect that may be considered the primary goal of , and arrest.
Real training comes with experience. No classroom can teach , and officer how to figure out movements of criminals in my opinion. One of my best friends gathered the evidence to convict one hundred murderers. He was the best detective on the force, and he was my partner for a year.
Police training seemed to be easy as pie. The best of it involved primarily the firing range. It was fun drawing my magnum , and getting involved in a lot of speed firing. At first I did not know where to find speed loaders to quickly reload my gun instantly. They are convenient if you need to return fire a lot. Our range instructor complimented me on my ability to hit the bulls eye of our basic targets.
The worst thing I hated in my Nuclear job was traveling over a very large bridge that was gigantic. For a while I drove a four cylinder car. It could barely climb the high bridge. If you look down you want to scream in fear because there is nothing but lake below. You go off that bridge , and you'r goose is cooked.
In refinery security I guarded tanks as large as football fields. I also worked a strike for seventy two days straight.
Everyone in Nuclear security did something out of the ordinary. Maybe that was why they said we were picked from thousands of applicants. They told me that I was picked from a thousand applicants which I was not sure if that was true , or not. I was not out to impress anyone. I needed a job so I drove a long way to get one, and put up with a lot of their nonsense just to have employment.
God Bless Everyone.