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    Who Is Your Mentor?

    We have all had people we have worked with (LEO and non-LEO) that we looked up to as kind of a hero. Maybe some old gruff sheriff or just an FTO a few years older. Who was it for you and why?

    Mine was an old Sgt. who trained me. He was old-school and hard-core. My first day of training with him he asked for my weapon. I unload it, double-check it and hand it to him butt first. He says, "Well, that's a clean weapon but you need to file down the front site." I say Why? He says, "So when the bad guy takes it away from you and SHOVES IT UP YOUR ASS, it won't hurt so bad!" I loved that guy. RIP, Sgt. Ron................

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    My mentor was an old deputy sheriff named Robert F. (Goose) Tatem. He was a Intermediate PR-24 instructor among other things. Got cashiered over political BS and opened a security company where I met him.

    For my 24th birthday he gave me his entire library of police training tapes (about 30 hours worth). He saved my ass with his teachings more times that i care to count. His only request: pass it on.

    He's why I became an instructor. May he rest in peace.

    Damn I miss that old man...
    "My motivation is slipping, people bug me, and I'm tired of wasting my time on drivel."

    - Rep. Otis Pike (D - NY)

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    I look up to a few people who have really been kind to me.

    One is a detective and the other two are higher up at headquarters now.
    http://www.allpoetry.com/Grunts%20Girl

    We dallied under
    Vine maples and sapling alders
    Searched for lady slippers
    But instead
    Found blackberry riots and
    Desiccated branches

    An old skid road
    Brought ghost ferns and
    Hollows filled with
    Skunk cabbage
    While waves wrapped
    Intricate lacings of weeds
    'Round mule spinners

    His cyanotic eyes
    Were hard enough to make
    The sun turn tail and
    Tender enough to attract me
    To his world of illusion

 

 

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