Corpral_Agarn
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Last night at around 2:40am my wife and I awaken to the sound of someone pounding on the front door of our little apartment and demanding to be let in.
I immediately grabbed my pistol (Sig 239, 9mm) and went to the doorway to the next room such that I could see the door.
The man outside was pleading that he wasn't going to "hurt nobody" and just wanted to "have some fun". He said all kinds of things, yelled at somebody named Tim, shouted strong profanities intended for us at the door. But what set me really on edge was when I distinctly heard the word "wallet".
He didn't stop beating on the door and repeatedly tried to turn the door nob.
Not thinking of anything better, I shouted, "You should leave!" and picked up my cell phone.
I dial 911 and give dispatch a brief description (as best I could) of the situation. I like to think that I stayed relatively calm while talking, but I could feel my voice wanting to break and my words speed up.
I told dispatch that someone was trying to break into my home, my address, and my name (in that order) and to please send someone immediately. The lady on the phone told me they had someone on the way and that I was to remain on the line. Twice dispatch asked if the loud thumping noise was the man outside yelling and beating on the door.
Our "visitor" on the other side of the door continued his rant and pound on the door and window (big window. big enough to walk through when open). He yelled at us "Do you want me to stake out your house? Every night I will be here! do you want that?!" and then to just "come out and handcuff" him, then let him in. My wife and I agreed that this individual was under the influence of some kind of drug. Alcohol, weed, meth?... we didn't know, but it was clear that he was not behaving normally.
I think that the waiting was the toughest part. I was "ready", but quickly started re-evaluating my situation.
I wanted more bullets in my pistol. My spare mag was close and I reload pretty fast but it didn't seem fast enough right then.
I wanted a rifle. A rifle with lots more bullets and a spare mag close.
I wanted that window to hold fast and the cops to get there sooner.
I also didn't want to have to hurt this man... but I knew I would if he came through the window. I had made that decision before this night. I love my wife dearly. Strangely enough I don't remember fear, but my palms were beginning to get sweaty and my body got cold. No shakes at this point.
Soon, and I commend them for their speed, an officer arrived I heard the handcuffs click and the man, still yelling, was lead down the stairs. My part of this incident was over. I peered out my window and told dispatch that the man had been taken into custody. They asked if i wanted to speak to an officer. "Yes please," I replied.
After a few minutes an officer called to tell me that that man had no criminal record, was drunk beyond belief, and would be spending the night in jail to sleep it off. The officer didn't think there was need for concern and that this was most likely an isolated incident.
I have been in situations where peoples lives were at stake before and handled them well; but I have never been confronted with a force on force situation where my life, my wife's life, and the life of someone I didn't know could all come down to my decision to pull a trigger. That is a scary thought all by itself.
Just thought I would share that these things do happen when you are just minding your own business and that being prepared doesn't always feel the same when it comes time to put those preparations into practice.
On a side note, my wife has expressed interest in spending more time shooting and practicing because of this incident. I was very glad to hear that.
Sorry for the long post. Thanks for reading! Stay vigilant my friends!
I immediately grabbed my pistol (Sig 239, 9mm) and went to the doorway to the next room such that I could see the door.
The man outside was pleading that he wasn't going to "hurt nobody" and just wanted to "have some fun". He said all kinds of things, yelled at somebody named Tim, shouted strong profanities intended for us at the door. But what set me really on edge was when I distinctly heard the word "wallet".
He didn't stop beating on the door and repeatedly tried to turn the door nob.
Not thinking of anything better, I shouted, "You should leave!" and picked up my cell phone.
I dial 911 and give dispatch a brief description (as best I could) of the situation. I like to think that I stayed relatively calm while talking, but I could feel my voice wanting to break and my words speed up.
I told dispatch that someone was trying to break into my home, my address, and my name (in that order) and to please send someone immediately. The lady on the phone told me they had someone on the way and that I was to remain on the line. Twice dispatch asked if the loud thumping noise was the man outside yelling and beating on the door.
Our "visitor" on the other side of the door continued his rant and pound on the door and window (big window. big enough to walk through when open). He yelled at us "Do you want me to stake out your house? Every night I will be here! do you want that?!" and then to just "come out and handcuff" him, then let him in. My wife and I agreed that this individual was under the influence of some kind of drug. Alcohol, weed, meth?... we didn't know, but it was clear that he was not behaving normally.
I think that the waiting was the toughest part. I was "ready", but quickly started re-evaluating my situation.
I wanted more bullets in my pistol. My spare mag was close and I reload pretty fast but it didn't seem fast enough right then.
I wanted a rifle. A rifle with lots more bullets and a spare mag close.
I wanted that window to hold fast and the cops to get there sooner.
I also didn't want to have to hurt this man... but I knew I would if he came through the window. I had made that decision before this night. I love my wife dearly. Strangely enough I don't remember fear, but my palms were beginning to get sweaty and my body got cold. No shakes at this point.
Soon, and I commend them for their speed, an officer arrived I heard the handcuffs click and the man, still yelling, was lead down the stairs. My part of this incident was over. I peered out my window and told dispatch that the man had been taken into custody. They asked if i wanted to speak to an officer. "Yes please," I replied.
After a few minutes an officer called to tell me that that man had no criminal record, was drunk beyond belief, and would be spending the night in jail to sleep it off. The officer didn't think there was need for concern and that this was most likely an isolated incident.
I have been in situations where peoples lives were at stake before and handled them well; but I have never been confronted with a force on force situation where my life, my wife's life, and the life of someone I didn't know could all come down to my decision to pull a trigger. That is a scary thought all by itself.
Just thought I would share that these things do happen when you are just minding your own business and that being prepared doesn't always feel the same when it comes time to put those preparations into practice.
On a side note, my wife has expressed interest in spending more time shooting and practicing because of this incident. I was very glad to hear that.
Sorry for the long post. Thanks for reading! Stay vigilant my friends!
