Friday, October 17, 2014

Some Gunplay and Some Fisticuffs! Night of the Mad "Pay-tre-ons"

Some gunplay and some fisticuffs!  Night of the Mad "Pay-tre-ons"

     Country and Disco, Rednecks and Hippies. Back then when I first patrolled the streets in the 1970s, be it in the Army or out, I …profiled… or rather nicknamed the guys I would see roaming the bars and restaurants at night. When the dancing parlors shut down each night, waves of “Country and Disco” folks would gravitate into the 24-hour diners. Some gravitated into our jails. It didn't take long to realize you were more likely to have trouble with a guy in dressed in black with a felt cowboy hat, than one duded up like a hair sprayed member of the BeeGees. Profiles in wardrobes.

     Some of the bouncers of the country and western clubs were rough and rowdy people and I have written some of their stories before. Like them or not, we got to, had to, work with them and they were indeed the first line of eyes and ears for a lot of stuff. They tipped us off, they pulled us out of scrapes, they watched our back. We watched theirs. As a detective later on, they helped cleared some cases, even murders for me.

     One night at the Dusters Club, two bouncers I'll just call Ralph and Randy were whistled over by a barkeep pointing to a loud patron, who was starting trouble. As they approached the disturbance, the patron turned, yelled and held them at bay with an open palm.

     “You stay outta this!” the man screamed.

     Ralph thought the man was drugged more than he was drunk.  

     “Say padnah, “ Randy said, “come on, we just need you to leave, hear?”

     “Fuck you, skunk!” the man declared, “I ain't cha padnah!”

     With this, the man pulled a big revolver at them from under his jacket and shoved it straight out, arm's length. Randy and Ralph ducked and backed away and the customers nearby shrieked and ran. But overall, this place is noisy and big and the shock wave didn't rumble through the whole crowd. The rest of the place just two-stepped right on by. Kind of like life, really, when you think about it.

     The man charged the bouncers swearing he would kill them. The barkeep called the police. And, that would be me. I was about 2 miles away.

     “Pay-tre-ron at the Duster with a pistol,” the dispatcher told me on the car radio. This dispatcher - not a mental giant - always mispronounced the word patron, calling them “pay-tre-ons, like they were some kind of an alien race. Our running joke for night shift when this dispatcher was on duty was, “wonder if we'll be invaded by the Pay-tre-ons tonight?”

     “10-4” I said, and of course, there was no back up available. Everyone was busy with their own Saturday night, alien invasions.

     As I pulled up onto the Duster parking lot, to my surprise I saw Randy and Ralph kneeling beside some parked cars on the parking lot, peeking over the trunks and hoods to the north, to a cheap motel beside the nightclub. They ran to a wall and motioned me over.

     “He's in there!” Randy told me as I walked up to them. He pointed to the motel.  I stared ducking down too because…I can take a hint.

     “Who?” I asked. “The guy with the gun? I thought he was in the Duster.”

     "He ran out the door, and across the lot. Ralph and I follered behind him. Come here,” Randy said and brought me to the corner of the motel. “He is in that room.”  

     "He's madder en' hell. He is on drugs,” Ralph said. “I swear he was gonna kill us. He's got a big-ass revolver. He pointed it at us and at half a dozen people at the bar.”

     He singled out the room window for me and I could see a light was on inside and there was a lot of movement inside. The curtain was partially open. I worked my way around the corner while staring at the room window for any action, then slipped down the motel's south wall, up the west wall, until I was right beside this window.

     This was an old-fashioned, cinder block constructed motel. Each room had a horizontal window with a sliding-glass, windowpane and a curtain. The window was partially open. No screen on the window. I peered inside.

     An angry man was pacing the small room, from the bathroom door to the front door. He was quietly cursing to himself, clenching his fists and waving his arms. On the corner of the dresser by the front door was this “big-assed revolver.” I pulled out my .357 Python, my own big-assed gun, in case he decided to continue his angry walk out the door holding that damn thing.

     I stepped back and saw Randy and Ralph looking at me from across the parking lot. The loud and busy Interstate highway ran behind them. I made a big circling motion with my hand and then pointed to a spot on the far side of the door, a signal for them to go up the service road and down the far said of the motel. I was all alone here and needed their help. (This was back in the day before God made SWAT. Nowadays, you know this type of simple thing could become a full-fledged, police parade today, but in those days, we had to handle stuff like this.) If my quick plan would work, I needed Randy and Ralph and they were itching to help.

     I watched the man pace. When Randy and Ralph got into position on the far side of the door, I got into mine. At a moment when the man was near the bathroom door and far from his gun, I reached into the partially open window, hooked the curtain and threw both and pointed my Python at him.

     “Police! Freeze!” I barked. Which he did. His eyes cut for his pistol.

     “No! Don't even think about it.”  

     Outside, Ralph tired to open the door, but it was locked.

     “You will walk over to the door with your hands up. You will unlock the door,” I told him in my most menacing voice I could muster. "If you touch that pistol I will cut you in half.”

     He understood that and marched over to the door. As he got close to his gun, I inched my pistol in just a bit more for accent. Yes, I would have cut him in half. He unlocked the door.

     As soon as the knob jiggled, Ralph and Randy barged in, in quite a double tackle of this guy right onto the bed. I thought the bed would collapse, but it didn’t. They immediately proceeded to pommel and beat the tar out of him. I stepped around the wall into the room and stuck his pistol into my belt line. I took a quick peek into the bathroom for anyone else. Accomplices. Beaten up girlfriend. Dead guys. Yeah, no telling. But it was empty this time. Meanwhile, the beating on the bed ensued.

     “Ok, ok, ok,” I said, trying to tone these guys down just enough to get a space to handcuff this guy. The suspect was busted up a bit by now, but way back when, which I still affectionately refer to as – “the good old days,” the jailers accepted and booked-in near-dead prisoners and never so much as offered an aspirin to them. Today they get new teeth, a manicure and a scholarship.

     Off to jail. Detectives on Monday morning would work the rest of this. Get statements. The guy, a Texican but an out-of-towner, had no prior criminal history. I charged him with possession of a firearm in a bar, which was a felony then, and for the assault of pointing that pistola at Randy and Ralph. Why’d he do it? Hell if I know. I just did my part of the job. As usual, I never saw nor heard from this suspect again. He must have plea-bargained himself a deal.   

      Yup, I never saw him again. Just a whole lot of folks like him. The world is full of these damn “Pay-tre-ons.” Its an invasion, I tell ya. The truth is out there.

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     "This short story is an excerpt from this book. I know many of you through the years have seen this cover and read the hints that the book would be released "soon." Fact is the book has been pitched, in and out of contract, expired, promised too, stalled, contracted again and well, years go by in this dirty, damn, flaky book business. Years. I cannot tell you how screwed up the book business is. It is now risen to the near top again and should be coming out in early 2015." - Hock 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Pistol Muzzling

     I started shooting paper targets in about 1969. It is now 2014. Lots of years have passed. Shooting at the range kind of bores me now, over these years. Through them, in the Army and police, I have qualified expert many times with handguns and rifles, and at one time was even on a police pistol shooting team, so I have passed through some level of understanding for the process of shooting paper targets. 

     For me, regular range shooting is just a bit like going to the dentist, these last few years. Or, maybe I have an attention-span problem? I trudge out and do it, but I find it another chore in life, and it still kind of surprises me how very quickly I become bored once I start shooting at the range. I must also add that shooting is a very serious business to me. Except for maybe skeet shooting, the routine pistol, shotgun and rifle training is as serious a heart attack, and the word "fun" doesn't quite fit. I think for 26 years, my job took all the fun out of it.

     But, since shooting skills are, as they say, perishable, and there are many different kinds of firearms to learn, there is no better way to stay fresh yet invented than to run some real bullets through real guns at the range. Must do. This simply has to be done periodically. Yes.

    Occasionally, I get cornered into teaching live fire. For me, teaching people to shoot, or refreshing their target shooting skills is even a higher level of discontent and discomfort. Just not my thing, as they say. That is why I pair up with good live-fire instructors and they do their thing and then I do my simulated ammo thing.

     Unlike paper target shooting, I get totally excited and motivated about interactive shooting with various levels of simulated ammo. Learn to the run the gun at the range. Return to the range and re-familiarize with it periodically, but if you are in the combat business, get on to shooting at moving, thinking people who are shooting back at you in various real-world environments with simulated ammo. I am all in!

     I have come to believe in the 15/45 split. After you fully familiarize on a weapon, however long that takes, then you return for re-familiarization. Spend 15 minutes doing that, and then 45 minutes with safe, simulated ammo in scenario training. Obviously the ratios/percentages change with 2, 4, 8…whatever… hours training. I’ll even go 30-30 with you. This concept is a slow growing trend, but never forget that you are not really learning to gunfight unless moving, thinking people are shooting back at you.

     These last 17 years I stayed away from teaching live fire on the range as much as possible. I leave that to the “experts,” plus I get to avoid all the anal retention debates involved in that subject matter. But, once in very rare while, I get myself roped into doing some live fire instruction by some training groups, at odd-ball times when we are trying to organize certain training missions and there are just no other options for me. I can do it, but don't want or like too.

     One of the things I do was something I picked up decades ago in a police course - a test run on the range. First event on the line with empty weapons, or replica weapons, I have everyone stand on the firing line and we run through the commands. Watch and see what they do (especially new shooters) with their unloaded weapons. They draw. They stand in their various  positions. They change empty magazines. They holster. You might spot dangerous moves and quirks and correct them before the real explosions start.

     And a big problem on the range and in real life is muzzling, or lasering themselves and, or each other. Here are some of the common problems.

Muzzling Your Own Thigh, and Foot – Standing  
During that “quick draw process,” the barrel of your weapon might cross some part of your holster-side, leg and even foot.

Muzzling Your Thigh While Dropping
Loud explosions and sudden gunfire often makes a combatant drop to a knee while drawing their pistol, as shown to the left. It is often a reflexive move, in which case reflex is reflex. The drawn pistol will often muzzle your thigh, as shown in the photo. One solution is to practice dropping to the weak knee, thus limiting exposure.

Muzzling Your Support Hand
In the haste to shoot with two hands, you may muzzle your support hand as it moves into position.

Malfunctions and Reloading
When a shooter has a malfunction, or when he reloads under stress, he may accidentally point the barrel at himself or anyone near him. Take care when clearing malfunctions and reloading. 

Shooting Your Own Arm
In the course of very close quarter combat, a large percentage of the time you are engaged in battling an enemy. Your arm is placed or pulled in the way of your line of fire. You have a choice to shoot high (over your arm) or low (under your arm). But, it is a chaotic moment of motion. Take care not to shoot your arm.

Fickle Flight Muzzling - Accidentally Shooting Yourself in very close quarters
The flight path of bullets are fickle when they hit your opponent. If your are extremely close, these rounds may bang around inside his body and exit back into you somewhere down the line.

The Unsafe Re-Holstering (or...just "holstering" as they say)
When the shooting segment is over, careless shooters with their eyes glued to the targets down range, "scoring from a distance," and those who take little regard when re-holstering, often muzzle themselves and this can be dangerous, be it a belt line or shoulder holster. There is a case on record of a man shot that himself in his own heart when holstering his semi-auto into a shoulder holster, all the while walking down range and squinting to see his shots on the target.

Veteran range instructors have probably seen these and many more. Start your own list.


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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Death by Blunt Force Trauma

Delivering a crushing blow to the skull.

 "In the United States traumatic brain injury (TBI) is a leading cause of death 
for persons under age 45. TBI occurs every 15 seconds. Approximately 5 
million Americans currently suffer some form of TBI disability. The leading 
causes of TBI are motor vehicle accidents, falls, and sports injuries. 
While the brain is by far the most complex object on earth, it is soft
 and vulnerable with a consistency of firm pudding."  - Brain

     "It seems like hardly a week goes by these days that we do not here of someone being killed by blunt force trauma. A young woman hiker in Georgia disappears on a hike through a state park near Atlanta. Her body is eventually found and the medical examiner determines that her death was due to blunt force trauma to the head; the body was also decapitated. Just this month a twenty year old pregnant female marine Lance Corporal stationed at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina is found dead the victim of blunt force trauma to the head by a weapon probably a crow bar or tire iron.

What is blunt force trauma?
     Blunt force trauma is kind of an umbrella term. It is non-specific but sufficient enough to put on a death certificate. However, it can take many forms. Blunt force trauma is caused by a blunt object striking some part of the body. The blunt object may be a bat, wrench, hammer, floor, dashboard, etc. The typical signs of blunt force trauma include lacerated major blood vessels or aorta, lacerated or crushed organs, hematoma, crushed or severed spinal cord or fractures of the skull. Any one of these injuries is sufficient to cause death.

     While automobile accidents and accidental falls represent the greatest causes of blunt force trauma, this type of injury is also present in a wide variety of homicide cases when gunshot wound is not the cause of death. Most homicides involving blunt force trauma result from the victim being struck in the head or neck with an object such as a hammer, fireplace poker, flower vase, etc. In these cases the bones of the skull or neck are fractured in one or more places by the velocity of the blow. Blunt force trauma can also occur if the victim has been severely beaten with an object or with fists. In these cases the injuries are generally to internal organs like the kidneys, liver, spleen, etc.

Blunt Force Trauma to the Brain
     The brain can be damaged by trauma in two ways. When the head is struck by a hard object the cerebral cortex (gray matter) can become bruised. If the force of the blow is sufficient to cause a whiplash like circumstance then the injury can occur to the nerve cells (axonal injury) deep in the white matter of the brain. Injury of this type involves a variety of forces including the acceleration of the object and the acceleration force imparted to the brain by the object. Injury results from the direct contact between the object and the head and the greatest injury to the head occurs from the initial direct impact with the blunt object. The area of contact may be large (a baseball bat, 2x4) or small (hammer head, a paper weight) but the velocity of the impact will largely determine the extent and type of damage caused by the resulting blow.

     The cranium, the complex structure of bones that encloses and protects the brain, is composed of three layers; the outer table (hard outer layer of bone), the inner table (inner layer of hard bone), and the diploe or spongy bone layer between the two.

     When the blunt object comes into contact with the bones of the human skull several reactions are possible. A piece of bone may break loose from the skull and be forced into the cranium with concentric fractures forming around the break area. This bone fragment or plug as it is called often takes on the approximate shape of the object itself. Another reaction is where the object causes an inward bending of the skull resulting in crushing of the outer table and diploe with fractures radiating outwards. In this case the inner table is left untouched by the blow. A blow can also cause a situation where there is both inward and outward bending of the skull structures. In this case, the inner table as well as the outer table and diploe are all shattered. Radiating fractures spread outward from the impact site.

Weapons Characteristics
     The number and type of objects that can potentially be used in a crime to inflict blunt force trauma on a victim is almost immeasurable. However, it is possible to identify certain characteristics of the resulting wound which allow a group of potential weapons to be identified. This is called a "class characteristic". A fracture showing smooth curved lines would be caused by a similar class of weapons such as a claw hammer or crow bar. Some times a weapon will leave individual marks on the bone. These marks might arise from imperfection in the manufacture of the object or marked caused by prior damage to the blunt object itself. Such marks are referred to as "individual characteristics" and can further serve to identify a particular object as the murder weapon.

     Sometimes a single weapon can produce more than one type of fracture wound. For example, if the victim was hit with the flat side of a shovel blade then a large flat area of one or more fractures would be evident on the head. However, if the victim was hit with the shovel blade turned on its side the resulting wound would be a linear fracture possibly exhibiting a pattern with curvature similar to that of the shovel blade. In many cases a victim will display several occurrence of blunt force trauma. It is the job of the medical examiner and forensic investigator to determine if all the wounds were made by the same object and to try to determine which wound occurred first,

Blood Spatter in Blunt Force Trauma
     As in most crime scenes blood spatter pattern analysis can provide vital evidence in determining what actually happened during the commission of the crime. Blunt trauma to most of the body may not produce significant blood spatter since most of the blunt force damage will be to internal organs. Blunt trauma to the head and neck, on the other hand, almost always results in a series of characteristic blood spatter patterns. The blood spatter is characteristic of medium velocity blood spatter resulting from an external force of greater than five feet per second (fps) but less than twenty-five fps. Blunt force trauma also produces cast-off blood spatter as blood is thrown from the weapon as it is raised and then brought down on the victim each additional time. This spatter can occur on ceilings, walls and floor depending on the force and direction of the inflicted blows. In the process the victim?s blood is also transferred to the blunt object and can usually be recovery from the weapon once it is identified.

Doug Hanson, Ph.D. is a Ph.D. Biochemist who has operated toxicology and analytical chemistry laboratories for over 25 years. He is also a freelance writer who has written extensively for law enforcement, EMS and first responder magazines. His areas of expertise and written articles include: forensic investigation, DNA analysis, blood spatter, trace analysis, toxicology, drug and analytical chemistry, and forensic anthropology among others. He has written about car bombs, IEDs, soft targets, biological and chemical agents and attack scenarios. He has written on juvenile arson and illegal meth labs. Doug has written and published a book entitled The Eider Files, a novel.


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