The Wolf and the Sheepdog

Joseph Smith

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Sujets

• Thrillers
• Suspense
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 17 mars 2008
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781467843133
• Langue: English

Extrait

The Wolf and The Sheepdog
 
 
 
 
By John Smith
 
 

 
AuthorHouse™
1663 Liberty Drive, Suite 200       
Bloomington, IN 47403
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Phone: [phone]
 
 
 
 
 
 
© 2010 John Smith. All rights reserved.
 
 
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.
 
First published by AuthorHouse 3/15/2010
 
ISBN: 978-1-4343-5512-6 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4343-5513-3 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-4678-4313-3 (ebk)
 
 
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2008901194
 
Printed in the United States of America
Bloomington, Indiana
 
Contents
Introduction  
Full Circle  
Day One  
Head-On Collision  
Finding the Animal Within  
Christmas in the Hood  
Ties that Bind  
The Softer Side  
Love for Life  
These Hands  
Warrant for Arrest  
Homeless  
A Day of Shit  
Steak Sauce, Anyone?  
Christmas Party  
Fit for the Fight  
Chess, Anyone?  
Fighting Superman  
The Cavalry Comes  
And on the Seventh Day the Lord Created… The Police Officer  
From the Hood to the Pit  
Sniffer House  
When I Dream  
Kazi  
The Insane  
On the Mall  
Wolves and Sheep  
King of the Ring  
The Futility of It All  
Princess  
Growing Pain  
Open Heart Surgery  
Just Another Day  
Self-Image  
A Language All in Its Own  
The Deaf Guy  
Old Death  
Fresh Death  
Children of the Drugs  
Jake  
The Wolf Hunts the Lamb  
Paying for Your Sins  
As I Walk Through the Valley  
 
 
 
 
This book is dedicated to my wife , for all the love and passion she has brought into my world. Without her, I do not know where my soul would be.
To my mentors, the special people in my life that have given me the building blocks to be a good street cop, thank you.
To my family, for putting up with me during my troubled youth and for tolerating me as I changed because of this life path I have chosen, thank you.
 
 
 
 
“Good people sleep peaceably in their beds at night
only because rough men stand ready to do violence
on their behalf.” - George Orwell
 
 
Introduction 
 
The calls and situations depicted in this book are only based on actual events.
My name has been changed and my co-worker’s names are false ones.
I am still an active member of a police force and because of laws and personal safety I have to keep my identity a secret. I will always refer to my partner as just that: my partner.
I have to protect his identity as well.
I am not a police officer in the United States combating seasoned groups of gang members.
I am not a veteran involved in a specialty unit like Homicide or Drugs or even a detective.
I have yet to be shot at or shoot anyone in the line of duty.
I do not have the combat and street experience of an L.A. police officer, a New York street cop, or a soldier trying to police the streets of a war-torn foreign country. God bless them for the work they do.
I do however work in one of Canada’s largest cities, a metropolis that is growing far too fast and is experiencing some serious growing pains. With the economic prosperity come drugs, gangs, and organized crime.
I am a street cop and I take pride in policing the streets of my city firsthand. I walk tall in the dark alleys and decrepit homes of my clients. I am a soldier wading his way through trenches filled with hate, suffering, and filth.
As you read along through my stories you may think that I police the public in a way that you do not approve of. I really don’t care.
I police to protect.
My writings may scar what you think policing is about; the stories may even make you wonder what type of world exists in the shadows.
The romantic image that I might make a change in our society by following the rules has long been washed out of me. I follow my moral values, my integrity, and my love for the people I would die to protect.
In these pages I have written what my world is like.
I use the language I use and describe the feelings that are cultivated by dealing with people when they are at their lowest. I describe my feelings that are changed and formed from the things that I see.
This book contains my first five years on the street. I consider myself lucky to be able to be at the right place and time to be involved in such calls.
To be waist deep in “the Shit.”
This is my story.
 
Full Circle  
Whether it was at dinner parties, drinks at a local pub, or even large social events, people would always ask me:
“What is life on the street like?”
“How dangerous are the city streets?”
“What is the craziest thing that you have seen?”
Because emotions are distorted and exaggerated when mixed with adrenaline and graphic horror scenes, my stories would only skim the top of what I have seen and dealt with. As edited and sanitized as the tales were, people were always captivated by what they heard, trapped by their curiosity about the dark side of man’s predatory nature.
I would not let people know how I felt at the calls, about the fear, the anger, the overriding need to shake after feeling the affects of a near-death experience. I was prevented from telling others about this side of my world. I wanted to protect them from the harsh reality of a predator versus prey society.
In all reality I never talked about the emotions because I had them locked away deep inside of me. I locked them away to try to protect myself.
On countless occasions I heard people tell me that I should write down my stories, let people know what the reality is to policing a large Canadian city.
Then the day came I sat down and started to write my book.
I write legal reports for criminal investigations, I articulate myself in court on the processions of events to support criminal charges, so I figured I should at least try to sit down and put my thoughts to paper.
When I started, it was like cracking open a dam, I could not stop. I sat in front of the computer late into the night. Each day I would hear the familiar hum of the computer booting up, the room lit up in the blue-white glow from the monitor.
Minutes would spin into hours. I would walk through old fields that were put far away into the deep dark valleys of my subconscious mind. Memories would flood into me and the weight of those hidden memories would be lifted from me.
Writing became therapeutic, a written prescription for haunting memories that I thought that I had filed tightly away.
I wrote on how my world changed from having adrenalin pumped into my body in a fight-or-flight autonomic response to high-stress situations. The slowing of time, tunnel vision, heightened sense of smell, and the loss of hearing. A world that is filled with distorted time and altered reality.
I put down my feelings of anger, helplessness, and fury that accompany the strange, perverted, and twisted nature of some situations I was called to deal with. I would write on how it has affected me, years after the occurrence had passed.
This book is filled with the transformation of a new recruit to a seasoned veteran. not due to years of sitting behind a computer crunching numbers or hunting down killers from “cold files.” Experience gained only from years of street work, filled with an abnormal set of circumstances that allowed me to be involved with the “Hot Calls.”
Fate has allowed me to be at the right place at the right time over and over again, situations that some cops will only be exposed to a few times in their careers.
I sit back and consider myself fortunate to be at these calls, while others on the job look at me with a sorrowed gaze for what I have seen. They do not want the danger, the intense excitement. I have experienced this, and now I am hooked on the adrenalin, the near death excitement. I now crave the exhilaration of combat, pushing the danger limit more and more to further the rush.
My book allows a “civilian” the brief and personal insight into the policing world. Reading this book, people are allowed to see the ravishing affects of the drug world and criminal lifestyle. The Wolf and the Sheepdog relays the emotional scaring that horrific sights cause, the intimate and life altering encounters that I experience as a police constable.
The pages in my book are filled with the raw emotions of anger, pain, suffering and pity that are created from dealing with people at their worst.
To summarize The Wolf and the Sheepdog , it might be easiest to describe it as a collection of short stories that are written in the first person. Each short story covers a call and the emotions that are accompanied with the situation. These are just the calls that I have taken in the past seven years as a constable
Each call is unique. The people and situations are not only described in detail, but the feelings that arise when I handle the calls. My book is filled with raw emotions that are occasionally topped off with the affects of adrenaline. The Wolf and the Sheepdog allows the reader to escape into my world, to feel the concrete alleys and the criminal element through my senses.
The Wolf and the Sheepdog also covers the political views of the public, the Police Service with its policies and the opinions of the street working police constables. All of which oddly contradict each other on many occasions.
I hope that you enjoy my tales ge