I have been shot at. Bullets went over my head but not by that much. But the odd thing was that my first instinct was laughter and I said to my partner “holy shit, Greg. They’re shooting as us.” Then I drew my gun and a girl ran right into the barrel as she came around the corner. I can’t believe I didn’t accidentally shoot her. The gunman ran off. Then we had a riot to deal with. But the most scared I have ever been was during a high speed chase. The car was stolen and was coming at me the wrong way on the highway. I was weaving back and forth trying to slow down the traffic, but it’s fucking I-70 and a very busy highway. I had another chase like that where the guy was coming at us the wrong direction on another highway and he turned off and went up an entrance ramp. I remember trying to hit the brakes and my legs wouldn’t work. Then, after that was over, I had to swear in at city hall to be a corporal-so this is my fourth year. The adrenaline was making me shake like crazy as I was standing in the front of a crowded room taking my oath.
I still have dreams about not being able to find the brake pedal when I am driving in my dreams and after being shot at, I spent the next few weeks waking up breathing real hard, heart pounding, and shaking. Found out years later I had a good old case of ptsd.
