Commentary
It was July, 1992, right after the Rodney King Race Riots in Los Angeles. My partner Al Acosta and I were assigned to a perimeter surveillance point in Los Angeles on what I recall was a bank robbery takedown. We were both Gang Officers and sported the shaved head, steroided-out looking Gold’s Gym physiques and Fu Manchu facial hair. The surveillance was likely going to turn into a gunfight so while attempting to fit into our environs, we were armed to the teeth.
Hour after hour we waited with our team, posted in various locations, for the target to arrive. It was hot and staying hydrated meant drinking water. As as many of us know…what is taken in, must go out as well. We were parked in an alley and needing to check my hydration levels, I got out of the Mustang and walked over to a dumpster to check for color of stream. Apparently my cover shirt had ridden over my belt pistol (strong side carry back in the old days) and someone happened to be looking out the window to see what must have looked like a shaven headed “Machete” look alike with a gun in his belt pissing on a trash can. Ahhhh Murphy.
In any case a few minuets later an LAPD car slides into the alley, and two very young and very scared LAPD officers point in on us, with shotgun and cocked Beretta, fingers on triggers and everything. I share that story only to show that my thoughts on this come not from theory, but from having lived these things many times. It all turned out well…lets discuss what made it turn out well.
by Gabe Suarez Blog