Maybe all they need is a little taste of the old nightstick? Don't go getting lazy now in your retirement years...
Never was a big fan of the nightsticks, clubs, asp batons, slapjacks. Never really saw the appeal to the old wooden nightsticks because they just get in the way. One of the guys that I supervised and became really close with carried his dad’s (retired and tough motherfucker from Pittsburgh that had been through wars), but other than that, I just preferred the asp baton, which I mostly used to flush toilets or open garbage can lids at the 7-11 or when doing searches and moving shit around. I used the asp one time on a guy that had cut both wrists and elbows trying to kill himself. He was in a shower and had ripped off the toilet and sink and barricaded the door and I had to kick it in, then we peppersprayed the shit out of him and when he came tumbling out of the bathroom, he was holding a wooden towel holder that he had sharpened and I used the asp to knock it out of his hand. As badly as he sawed through his arms, I was surprised that his hand didn’t come off, but I also didn’t really swing hard.
Now flashlights(and fleshlights, of course) I did use quite a few times. The first time was fighting a suspected armed robber in the back seat of a fucking geo metro. Tight space, two other officers trying to subdue this guy, so I pulled out the flashlight and went to work on his legs. He was on his stomach and fighting like hell so I started sticking in a downward motion to the back of his thighs. During his squirming, I know I hit him in the taint/sack several times. Probably the worst beating I ever threw on anyone in my life. Thing was, he was so fucked up on pcp/crack and who knows what else that he didn’t seem to feel it. It was pepper spray that finally subdued him-not the flashlight, punches to the face by the Lt, strikes to the ribs by my partner-nothing worked on him until my partner peppersprayed the fuck out of me and him and then he and the Lt fled the area while I finally got him handcuffed.
Another time, we were fighting a home-invader in the snow. Another officer had him at gun-point and the idiot lunged for the gun and was almost shot. When I got to them, he was grabbing the officer’s weak arm while he tried to keep his gun back so I tackled him and started wailing on his legs with my flashlight until it went flying from my hand due to wet snow, so I rnc’d him until he took a nap.