07-17-2012, 09:09 PM
Well hello,
Yes this story starts one cold day in Dec. Our Hero, from this point on will known as "Bob" for various sercurity reasons, was walking across the parking lot heading into the prison for his first day of work. Off in the distance Bob hears gun shots being fired and shouts coming from behing the 20' foot tall re-enforced concrete wall. "Hmmm, thats doesn't sound good," Bob thinks to himself. Suddenly a white van pulls along side and a custody officer asks, "You coming?" as he opens the door. So Bob jumps in. After a rather hectic ride, Bob is dropped off at the entrance to the "C" section. Outside the entrance is a long line of emergency vehicles, many small golf carts and several dozen prison staff rushing into the small entrance. Bob enters and narrowing misses being crushed in the sliding door which closed with a loud thunk. As he passes down the hall way, lines of custody officers in tactical gear, with various weapons run past him in the hall way. Around the corner, Bob sees a dozen gourneys with inmates lying there, blood is every where, medical staff running from inmate to inmate and yelling orders. So Bob finds an inmate with a large head wound pooring blood and grabs a stack of 4x4's to apply pressure.
As he starts working on the injured, it dawns on Bob that he just walked into a large full scale prison riot on his first day off training. It involved about 200 inmates, 7 of which were shot with live rifle rounds, dozens with 40mm rubber rounds, and a lot of pepper spray. Of course the prison made "shanks" and other weapons were used causing varoius wounds.
Once the critically injured were shipped out to the hospital, the staff started a systematic triage of the other 200 or so inmates involve who are now sitting out in the yard, covered in pepper spray and wearing plastic zip cuffs. BTW the pepper spray is roughly 6 times stronger than any available to the public. After several hours out triaging and evaluating inmates, tears are streaming down his face from the storm of pepper spray still blowing around the yard. His first supervisor, of course wearing a stab vest, Bob has yet to get one issued, and asks, "Whats the matter Bob, can't ya take it." Of course with a big smile on his face. Bob laughs and thinks to himself, I am finally home.
Yes this story starts one cold day in Dec. Our Hero, from this point on will known as "Bob" for various sercurity reasons, was walking across the parking lot heading into the prison for his first day of work. Off in the distance Bob hears gun shots being fired and shouts coming from behing the 20' foot tall re-enforced concrete wall. "Hmmm, thats doesn't sound good," Bob thinks to himself. Suddenly a white van pulls along side and a custody officer asks, "You coming?" as he opens the door. So Bob jumps in. After a rather hectic ride, Bob is dropped off at the entrance to the "C" section. Outside the entrance is a long line of emergency vehicles, many small golf carts and several dozen prison staff rushing into the small entrance. Bob enters and narrowing misses being crushed in the sliding door which closed with a loud thunk. As he passes down the hall way, lines of custody officers in tactical gear, with various weapons run past him in the hall way. Around the corner, Bob sees a dozen gourneys with inmates lying there, blood is every where, medical staff running from inmate to inmate and yelling orders. So Bob finds an inmate with a large head wound pooring blood and grabs a stack of 4x4's to apply pressure.
As he starts working on the injured, it dawns on Bob that he just walked into a large full scale prison riot on his first day off training. It involved about 200 inmates, 7 of which were shot with live rifle rounds, dozens with 40mm rubber rounds, and a lot of pepper spray. Of course the prison made "shanks" and other weapons were used causing varoius wounds.
Once the critically injured were shipped out to the hospital, the staff started a systematic triage of the other 200 or so inmates involve who are now sitting out in the yard, covered in pepper spray and wearing plastic zip cuffs. BTW the pepper spray is roughly 6 times stronger than any available to the public. After several hours out triaging and evaluating inmates, tears are streaming down his face from the storm of pepper spray still blowing around the yard. His first supervisor, of course wearing a stab vest, Bob has yet to get one issued, and asks, "Whats the matter Bob, can't ya take it." Of course with a big smile on his face. Bob laughs and thinks to himself, I am finally home.