My Beat, Area 1, included the municipal airport. We had recently investigated the theft of two transponders
taken out of airport aircraft so I decided to make a patrol check of the locale one night while working the graveyard shift.
My keen eye discovered through the darkness of night a large double prop Cessna King Air that had black all down
the side of this otherwise white and yellow aircraft.
My first thought was vandalism, so I activated my landing lights, actually they were my bright white felony takedown lights, but anyway...Using these bright lights I was able to illuminate the plane and surrounding area.
I exiting my cruiser and made a cautious approach to further investigate this nefarious activity. My keen investigation skills led me to quickly determine the black substance on the aircraft was hydraulic fluid that had blown back on the fuselage and thankfully not the works of spray paint vandals.
Secured in the fact that the scene was safe I turned to saunter my way back to my patrol car when, BAM, I felt a sharp blow to the left side of my face. Shell-shocked, I became faint and started to drop to the ground. As I fell I had the presence of mind to draw my service sidearm.
From my strategic vantage point (flat on my back on the tarmac) I could see my stealthily hidden attacker. It was the front propeller of the aircraft. Staring me down....taunting me to stand up and open myself up for another blow !
You see my own felony takedown lights had blinded me, allowing this inanimate object to strick me in the head as I passed by. Oh the horror. Now to the important part, from my partially fetal position I surveyed the land to look for witnesses..........None located, whew !
Now it was time to perform triage for the fallen officer. (ME) That unruly prop gave me a near-fatal injury, Actually it was a one inch gash into the left side of my face just below the eye. Hey! it really hurt....more than a paper cut I'll tell you that...
Then I did what any good, strong, brave-hearted officer would do. I used a compress to stop the bleeding, drove to the precinct and acquired super glue from the locked and impenetrable crime lab. And like MacGyver, I glued my wound shut, avoided the usual after-shift debriefing and went home............and never spoke of the incident to anyone.
OK brothers, mums the word. No one at the PD ever knew of this story....this is just between us.
ADAM 12 - Peacemaker Posse (Retired)
(with creative writing contributions from TALON)