TALES FROM
THE DONUT SHOP BY JULES A. STAATS
Copyright 2014, Jules A. Staats;
Library of Congress, USA.
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Death Came Through the Windshield
A true story about another deputy
sheriff-- name changed--who was in the absolutely wrong place at the perfect
time with the tool to save four fellow law enforcement officers and himself
from certain and horrible flaming death.
(Richard) was working his second 12 hour shift in what is now
historically called by the department as the East Los Angeles Riot #1. Yes, there were two of these East L.A. major
incidents. Richard had been assigned to
work with tactical teams as temporary duty form his position at Norwalk Sheriff’s
Station. For Richard, this was like
going into a military combat zone for the second time in his career as a Deputy
Sheriff. His memory of the 1965 Watts
Riot in Central Los Angeles was still vivid with buildings on fire, bullets
whizzing overhead and dead people in the streets.
Yesterday there were a lot of shots fired at deputies and
firemen by persons unknown. Fortunately
no deputies or other emergency responders had been actually hit by gunfire as
far as he knew, but some had been injured by thrown rocks. A lobbed rock can severely injure or even
kill a man. For this reason the
fiberglass sheriff’s helmets were mandatory.
This deputy sheriff was assigned to work with four other
deputies in a marked black and white patrol car. As he walked to the assigned car along with
his team members to check it out, he observed that the car had serious dents
from recent past thrown rocks—big ones.
The windshield was completely missing, as it had been kicked out by
yesterday’s crew when breaks from thrown rocks at the glass completely obscured
visibility.
He mused that it was already hot this morning, and since
patrol cars, for the most part, still did not have air conditioning at this
place and time, having a missing windshield with four other guys in the car
probably was a good thing as the ventilation would be better.
The Sheriff’s Captain in charge—known as the Incident
Commander--gave the assembled deputies a synopsis of yesterday incidents and
responses. The tone of this briefing was
central to being alert and to be safe by taking no actions that could place the
teams in a deadly situation. After the
usual statement to be careful and be safe the Captain ordered the teams to
mount up.
The deputy had been assigned to work with a team of four
other deputies that he never met before.
He had assembled with his new tactical members during the briefing. Modifications in the uniform for arduous
combat type duty assignments would happen in the future. For now, he was required to, and wore the
usual long sleeve wool suntan shirt with heavy wool pants. To provide a little comfort the Department
allowed the cuffs of the shirt to be rolled back one fold and no more. Richard mused; At least it was a “Code 11” and he did not have to wear a breakaway
necktie with his shirt collar buttoned up.
These shirts would be the only thing between a bullet and the
deputy. Lightweight personal Body Armor
which is now also known as a “bullet-proof
vest” was equipment for police in the far future.
Richard did not know the other deputies personally as they
were from another Sheriff’s patrol station, but they seemed to know each
other. The driver and front passenger
were engaged in small talk as they sat down.
The rear door was still open, and there was already a deputy sitting on
the left side. Richard was beckoned to
sit in the middle.
He knew all too well, that rear center seat position was the
worst place in the patrol car. There was
barely enough room for three grown men in that rear seat. This was going to be an uncomfortable
ride.
To postpone the discomfort for just a moment, he looked
around him before squeezing into the patrol car. His eyes stopped at a table with a lot of
vertically placed fire extinguishers that were optional for the deputies to
take with them. His first thought was a
negative; that is all he needed, to have
a fire extinguisher in my lap.
His next observation actually surprised him and he felt the
back of his neck tingle while just looking at this table. He then noticed a larger five pound fire
extinguisher nestled among the usual two pound units that were usually found in
the trunk of a patrol car. He then
surprised himself further by actually walking up to the table and picking up
the one and only big extinguisher then looking at the pressure gauge. It was in the green. He signed a County check-out sheet and then
carried this larger five pound unit back to the patrol car, assuming his place
in the rear middle seat, as he laid the bulky red thing in his lap.
His possession of this large five pound unit was not
unnoticed. The general chatter in the
car was directed to him if he planned to put out a large house fire today. The embarrassed
deputy did not respond, and was now actually feeling foolish as the patrol car
pulled out of the East Los Angeles Sheriff’s Station parking lot and into the
street.
The patrol car was a full size Dodge model with a 383 cubic
inch interceptor engine. It was somewhat
unusual as this car had a front seat center console with a small
compartment. As usual, all switches for
the red lights and siren were on a mounting plate that was positioned where the
car entertainment radio was supposed to go.
There were no broadcast car radios in police cars in Los Angeles County
for now.
Also, the addition of a prisoner cage would not come for many
years. The back seat was a standard
issue with a heavy duty plain tan vinyl covering. That plastic seat covering added to the
general discomfort and caused the backs of the deputies to be quickly soaked
with sweat.
The crew traveled through the main streets of the East Los
Angeles area which was not annexed by any city at this time. The main street, Eastern Avenue was mostly
deserted except for some shop owners sweeping up their sidewalks. Some store fronts had broken windows and there
were items of trash and dropped stolen property everywhere. The crew passed by some completely burned out
parked cars, which had been set on fire by the rioters the night before. For now, everything was very quiet. There was no reason for the deputies to exit
the vehicle.
Hours went by and the sun increased the heat in the patrol
car as high noon approached. The still
air, the slow speed patrolling and an absence of any breeze made the interior
of the car even more unpleasant. Only
the slow movement of the patrol car allowed the increasing hot air to enter the
vehicle. Richard’s shirt showed obvious
perspiration stains in his arms and chest.
He could feel that the back of his shirt was completely soaked. As mentioned previously body armor was only a
passing thought in a developers mind and was not part of the present uniform. However, the wool long sleeve uniform shirt
and heavy material trousers of the era were making this crew even more
painfully uncomfortable as the day wore on.
Richard once again shifted the now very heavy extinguisher and noticed
that sweat from his legs was printing through his pants legs, where the
extinguisher had been positioned.
Richard kept asking himself, who
made me do this to myself? There was
no doubt that he previously had a strong feeling from within to grab that one
fire extinguisher. Now he wanted to just pitch the thing out
the window, but that would be a bad thing to do. This was a L.A. County piece of property and
he had signed for it.
Then something very strange happened:
The astonished deputy sheriff felt the world he knew suddenly
change. It seemed that the world had
become unreal, more like a vivid dream or terrible nightmare. Everything was now in what he perceived as
slow motion. His gaze--almost like being
pulled like a magnet--shifted to the windshield and beyond to the blue
sky. There, slowly flying through the
air was a clear glass bottle with a green liquid inside. In the neck of the bottle was a red rag. The red rag was on fire. He knew immediately that a Molotov cocktail
fire bomb was on a collision course and would possibly strike the patrol car.
He watched the fire bomb as it arced cleanly through the
windshield opening and just before it shattered on the center console of the
patrol car between the driver and passenger.
This incident could only result in one ending: Five deputy sheriffs were to die horribly as
they burned alive.
He did not remember pulling the pin and squeezing the handle
of the five pound fire extinguisher, but he obviously did that. The patrol car was immediately filled with
the fire killing white powder that is expelled from such a
extinguishing device when the lever is depressed.
The driver of the patrol car immediately reacted to the
attack, slamming on the brakes, bringing the patrol car to an abrupt screeching
stop. The engine stalled resulting in an
absolute dead silence. The fire
extinguisher powder lingered in the still air as everyone silently looked at
each other. All five Deputy Sheriffs in
this patrol car were now covered with the white powder and also were soaking
wet with highly flammable gasoline
The fire bomb did not burn.
There was no fatal all-destroying fire.
Quickly, the crew got out of the car with guns drawn ready to fire at
their assailants, but no one was visible in the area that could be identified as
the attempt murder suspect. Later it was
determined that the fire bomb was hurled from the roof of a nearby store.
A backup was requested and several tactical teams
subsequently searched the area for the evil suspect responsible. The search did not find the perpetrator. As a result no arrest was ever made.
One of the field Sergeants had responded to the request for
assistance and he then interviewed Richard’s team. Due to the fact that the deputies were soaked
with gasoline and covered with white powder, they could not continue to patrol
in that condition. As a result the team
was released to go home after being given dry temporary clothing at the Command
Center.
The incident was later extensively reviewed by executives in
the Sheriff’s Department and Fire Department.
Some Fire Department experts have stated without any doubt; that the
fire bomb should have exploded, while other experts cite the perfect
application of the fire smothering powder.
Finally, all the experts felt that the application of the fire
extinguisher was critical but the deputies were lucky to be alive.
Some wisely stated it was a miracle.
Richard now knew why he felt compelled to take that larger
fire extinguisher.
He and four other Deputy Sheriffs had been spared a fiery and
horrible death. He now knew that an
Omnipotent God Himself had nudged him to grab a specific device that would
later save all their lives. Also it was
determined by the Maker of the universe that the gasoline would not be allowed
to catch fire. He absolutely knew that
they had been blessed to live by their Creator for the important reason that
they had much more work to do on this earth.
It simply was not their time to die.
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