These events sadden me...
because a friend of mine had it happen to him only a few months ago. His shift had almost ended when he got a shoplifting call. He responded to the call and the scumbag blindsided him, punching him through the window before he could get out of his car. He managed to exit the car, but then the criminal (also one with a mile-long rapsheet) wrestled his pistol from him and shot him in the head with it. More local PD arrived around that time, and one of them shot and killed the BG.
This traumatized me - I'm still bothered by it. Scott and I both enlisted in the National Guard back in '90, he in the Scout platoon and I in the TOW's. We talked like old friends, but I think he talked to everyone that way. I ran into him and his new wife and baby back around Christmas (I'm in another unit now) and he was really happy with his career, new family, etc. Then this dirtbag took him away from all of that.
This event, all by itself, changed my outlook on life. I started carrying daily, and swore that if I ever witnessed anything like that happening I was gonna get involved. To Hell with the BG, and to Hell with sitting and watching safely from a distance so I can give a good report to the cops when they show.
Pardon my soapbox. I'll put it away now.