re: Closet you came to shooting an intruder/ burglar

I caught several burglars in my time as a officer. Most of them are cowards and won't hit a occupied home, but the bold ones will. I came close many times to having to shoot one, we also had a few incidents where officers did shoot one. One of my guys shot one at a school break in just as I was coming into the building to back him up.

This happened to my friend.

He just moved into an apt in New Orleans. He could not sleep and he got up to get a glass of water. He looked out the window above the sink and saw two people sitting in his truck. He wiped his eyes again and yep, two guys were in his truck. So he ran outside shouting like an idiot and the two men took off running. He started running after them and eventually tackled one to the ground. He said it was a 12 year old boy and the boy immediately started crying saying "oh god! oh god!" My friend stood up and told the boy to "get out of here." He just let him go.

We had a guy stealing from the neighbors shed one day. Dad ran in threw me a shotgun plan was for him to come in from the west and flush him by me. I went to the east through the woods at a slow stalk. At the last minute dad went straight at it causing the perp to head straight north. Dad felt that if he ran him by me I would have killed him. I'd spent the last 8 months in Iraq and it was second day of a two week leave. Still though I wouldn't have killed him unless he was a threat. Sheriff picked the guy up a little later and he was not armed. Closest thing I got.

Pulled out of a parking lot in Nola one night and stopped at a red light. A young urban youth crossed the street in front of me. I notice he is staring right at me, but I'm trying like hell to avoid eye contact. He crosses the street and then doubles back walking toward my window. I grab my 38 and then finally look at him anticipating the stand off. He says "Hey man, turn your headlights on".

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Accidentally punched in the silent distress code on the ex's alarm one night. The cops showed up half an hour later trying to open the front and back doors without announcing who they were. It was pretty intense for a good 5 mins.

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Arrived home one day shortly after our alarm had gone off, but it wasn't still going off when I got there. Went in, was letting the dog, out, etc. and had just taken my pistol out and laid it on the coffee table.

While standing there, cop knocks and then immediately opens the front door, and we both freeze, he looks at the pistol then back at me. Very thankfully, this cop had processed an accident that happened in my driveway about 3 weeks earlier, and we recognized each other (he worked our neighborhood of Atlanta) from that and just generally seeing each other around since.

He let out this gigantic sigh and nearly doubled over and started laughing, and that's about how I felt too. It only lasted a couple seconds, but it was intense.

TLDR How I almost became an OT police abuse thread

I've been on both sides of this situation.

I drove down to BR for a sorority party with a chick I had never met who was friends with my buddy's gf. We got dropped off at her house afterwards around 3 a.m. and the key wasn't working on the front door so we try the back. I was fumbling around with the keys in the dark at the back door which didn't work either, a light came on inside and I looked up to see a dude pointing a pistol at me through the glass. Chick was so drunk we weren't even on the right street, the guy was cool about it when he realized what was happening.

A few years ago before I was married, I had a roommate who was going to his lake house for the weekend which was several hours away. Sometime after midnight my gf (now wife) woke me up and said someone was in the house. I could hear someone going through cabinets and drawers in the kitchen, grab my pistol and start making my way to the noises. I had it drawn and was turning the corner when I heard my drunk arse roommate answer his cell phone. He had not gone to the lake house and went out but did not tell me he was coming home. He was so drunk he didn't notice the gun, and I didn't let him know how close he came to getting shot until he had sobered up the next morning.

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Closet you came to shooting

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It looks like you killed S.

Someone was prowling in the backyard of my parents house and I went out with my sideways gat to investigate.

As I'm looking around, a cop comes from behind a wall pointing his pistol at me thinking I was the prowler. Come to find out, my mom had called the cops while I was outside unbeknownst to me