Bakersfield, California 2020-11-22 16:15:00 –
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Highway drive-by shooting
When I received a drive-by shooting call on the freeway, I was working for a freeway patrol. When I arrived, I observed male and female teenagers standing on the shoulders next to their little Honda Civic. They were hugging each other and crying. As I approached them, I observed a teenage boy sitting in the back seat. I asked the other two what happened. They advised that they were just driving on the freeway when another car they had never seen drove beside them and fired at their car. Several bullets hit the boy in the back seat.
I went to the car and pulled the driver’s seat forward and saw the boy bleeding from some parts of his body. I saw the boy suffering and he was sitting there alone. I immediately sought medical assistance. The car was very small, over 6 feet 3 inches, but climbed next to the boy in the backseat. I put my arms around the boy, put his head on my shoulders, and told him everything was fine while I was hugging him. The boy looked up at me, smiled halfway, and died in rumbling and in my arms.
It was a tragic event that I will never forget, but I always know that he never died alone. I comforted him in his last moment.
To escape the bomb
When I was the captain of a highway patrol, I was on my way home when I finished work one night and saw a car using my right shoulder to overtake someone. I learned that when someone passes the right shoulder, they are usually trying to escape a bigger crime.
I stopped the car and asked the 60-year-old driver why he was driving that way. “I was trying to escape the bomb,” he said.
I said, “Bomb, what kind of bomb?”
I said, “I said I had a bomb.”
I said, “OK, start over. Why did you drive that way?”
“It’s because a lot of rifles and shotguns have been stolen in the trunk,” he said.
He was behaving so strangely that I called another unit. When a spare cop arrived, I instructed the driver to get out of the car and tapped him. Then I asked him if he could open the trunk. He said I could.
When I opened the trunk, it was full of rifles and shotguns. I ran some serial numbers and they were stolen. When I looked up his criminal history, I was told he was a serious offender. When I asked what a felony was, they advised him to be convicted of blasting an abortion center.
Then I remembered his previous statement about the bomb. When I asked where he came from, he said he was at a naval base. I asked for details, but I didn’t know the location. He said he didn’t know if he had set up a bomb there. Immediate notification was given to all appropriate authorities, but no bomb was found. It turned out that all the guns were stolen. I think I’ll keep looking for those right shoulder passers-by.
Two weeks before Christmas, I was driving a highway patrol Mustang when I stopped a woman on the freeway and revoked her registration for speeding. She also had a suspended driver’s license. She had a 4-year-old twin boy.
She started crying and told me she didn’t have the money and couldn’t afford the ticket. She also told me that she couldn’t afford anything for the boys for Christmas. I had to tow her car because I couldn’t allow her to continue driving with a suspended license and I drove her home. Upon arriving at her house, I realized that it was a one-bedroom apartment with no Christmas trees or decorations.
I dropped them off, returned to the station and exchanged the Mustang for a larger police car. I bought Christmas items such as Christmas trees, decorations, toys and gifts. I drove to her house and gave her all the items. She cried while hugging me. I also volunteered to drive a toy in the church, so I was able to get each boy to ride a bicycle. I suggested she put away her bike and other gifts on Christmas morning.
I know I gave them gifts, but I felt like someone who received a lot that day. I’ve never met him again, but holidays always come to mind.
Brian Smith He served in the US Marine Corps for four years and retired as Assistant Chief of the California Highway Patrol. He lives in Bakersfield. If you have a personal “cop story” to share, please contact Smith at bmsmith778 @ gmail.com.
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