So, I did all my chores today and figured I'd take a noon time 30 minute snooze. Just as I turned on Gunsmoke, season # 2, episode # 4, I get a call from my first wife's sister. Yes, it's been years. She asked if I had spoken to my son today, and I said no. She starts crying and tells me to turn on the TV.
Breaking news, a shooting accident occurred where my son works, 4 deputies have been rushed to the hospital, and two severely burned and critical.
Yes, I flipped! I obviously tried to call him, but no answer. I called his wife, a new Lieutenant for the same agency, but she didn't answer.
I'm sitting about a 2 hour drive time from his work. I sat, wondering where the nearest helicopter pad was. I called the hospital but they weren't any help, due to their rules.
I ran out of ideas, so I called the last Sheriff's station he worked at, and asked to talk to the watch commander, the job my son had before being promoted to range staff.
I spoke to a real nice Lieutenant, explained who I was, and asked if he could help me. In a very calm voice, he said he was aware of what happened, knew my son very well, and said my son was fine.
20 minutes later, I get a text from my son wanting to know who the idiot was to call his old station commander.
In 10 seconds, I went from fear to frustration.
Bottom line, they have a dozen range trailers for the deputies to shoot in, to keep them close to their work. One deputy had a negligent fire, and somehow caught the live ammo on fire. I guess swat had to deploy their bulletproof truck so the firemen would not get shot. Looks like the trailer burnt down to the ground. My son is fine, was never at the scene, and was 5 miles away teaching remedial shooting.
I'm not done yelling at him!
Breaking news, a shooting accident occurred where my son works, 4 deputies have been rushed to the hospital, and two severely burned and critical.
Yes, I flipped! I obviously tried to call him, but no answer. I called his wife, a new Lieutenant for the same agency, but she didn't answer.
I'm sitting about a 2 hour drive time from his work. I sat, wondering where the nearest helicopter pad was. I called the hospital but they weren't any help, due to their rules.
I ran out of ideas, so I called the last Sheriff's station he worked at, and asked to talk to the watch commander, the job my son had before being promoted to range staff.
I spoke to a real nice Lieutenant, explained who I was, and asked if he could help me. In a very calm voice, he said he was aware of what happened, knew my son very well, and said my son was fine.
20 minutes later, I get a text from my son wanting to know who the idiot was to call his old station commander.
In 10 seconds, I went from fear to frustration.
Bottom line, they have a dozen range trailers for the deputies to shoot in, to keep them close to their work. One deputy had a negligent fire, and somehow caught the live ammo on fire. I guess swat had to deploy their bulletproof truck so the firemen would not get shot. Looks like the trailer burnt down to the ground. My son is fine, was never at the scene, and was 5 miles away teaching remedial shooting.
I'm not done yelling at him!