nobucks
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I posted the following at the WarriorTalk forum, but it's a long story, and I'm starting to finally get tired, so I'm cutting and pasting my post from there.
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We woke up last night (Thursday night) at about 3:25 AM to someone pounding on our front door. My wife went down the hall first and said, "There's people outside." I already had my pistol out and chambered a round as I went down the hall. The person at the door had the screen door open and he was literally beating on the door, hitting it with his shoulder, and kicking it. I took up a position at the top of the stairs behind the wall, pistol aimed at where his head would appear should he open the door, finger off the trigger, safety was on.
My wife said, "What should I do?"
I replied, "Call 911. Call the police!"
Then I mustered my best command voice and said, very loudly, "Get away from the door!"
"F--- YOU!" was the reply.
More beating on the door. I was wondering why this guy didn't back off and at least reassess his situation.
"Get away from the door!"
"F--- OFF!" He added some other words that I couldn't catch. More door beating.
My wife was on with 911 by this time and she was explaining to them the situation and asking them to send police. My six-year-old daughter came down the hall and said, "Daddy! What's wrong!"
"Go to your brother's room," I said, still in the same position, eyes and gun on the door. My sixteen-year-old daughter calls up from the basement, "Dad, what's happening?" I told her to go back to her room and yelled for all of the kids to stay in their rooms. Leah went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower, Randi and Alex were in their rooms upstairs. I realized the safety was on, and I took it off, finger still off the trigger.
"Get away from the door!"
"F--- YOU!" More words I couldn't understand and more door beating.
My wife informed the dispatcher that her husband has a gun.
911: "Your husband has a gun? What kind of gun is it?"
My wife: "It's a pistol. It's a 1911."
"We've called the police. The police are on their way! Get away from the door!"
"F--- YOU!" He started throwing his weight against the door and the door frame made cracking noises.
"Get away from the door! If you come in I will shoot you!"
"F--- YOU!" Still beating on the door, still yelling.
My wife: "He's still trying to get in! Please hurry!"
911: "Officers are on their way. They should be there soon."
My wife: "Please hurry!"
"Get away from the door! If you come in I will shoot you!"
"F--- YOU!" Still beating on the door. The door frame made more cracking noises.
911: "Ma'am, officers are on the scene. Tell your husband to put his gun down."
My wife: "I don't see them yet. Joel, the police are here. She says to put down your gun."
I kept the gun on the door until I saw units in front of the house. I put the gun on the sofa table. Police told the guy to get away from the door and to lie down on the ground.
"F--- YOU!"
"Get on the ground! Get down on your stomach!" I looked down and he was still standing inside the screen door, with his hands up. Apparently he complied finally and they put the cuffs on him and sat him down at the curb. __________________
I posted the following at the WarriorTalk forum, but it's a long story, and I'm starting to finally get tired, so I'm cutting and pasting my post from there.
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We woke up last night (Thursday night) at about 3:25 AM to someone pounding on our front door. My wife went down the hall first and said, "There's people outside." I already had my pistol out and chambered a round as I went down the hall. The person at the door had the screen door open and he was literally beating on the door, hitting it with his shoulder, and kicking it. I took up a position at the top of the stairs behind the wall, pistol aimed at where his head would appear should he open the door, finger off the trigger, safety was on.
My wife said, "What should I do?"
I replied, "Call 911. Call the police!"
Then I mustered my best command voice and said, very loudly, "Get away from the door!"
"F--- YOU!" was the reply.
More beating on the door. I was wondering why this guy didn't back off and at least reassess his situation.
"Get away from the door!"
"F--- OFF!" He added some other words that I couldn't catch. More door beating.
My wife was on with 911 by this time and she was explaining to them the situation and asking them to send police. My six-year-old daughter came down the hall and said, "Daddy! What's wrong!"
"Go to your brother's room," I said, still in the same position, eyes and gun on the door. My sixteen-year-old daughter calls up from the basement, "Dad, what's happening?" I told her to go back to her room and yelled for all of the kids to stay in their rooms. Leah went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower, Randi and Alex were in their rooms upstairs. I realized the safety was on, and I took it off, finger still off the trigger.
"Get away from the door!"
"F--- YOU!" More words I couldn't understand and more door beating.
My wife informed the dispatcher that her husband has a gun.
911: "Your husband has a gun? What kind of gun is it?"
My wife: "It's a pistol. It's a 1911."
"We've called the police. The police are on their way! Get away from the door!"
"F--- YOU!" He started throwing his weight against the door and the door frame made cracking noises.
"Get away from the door! If you come in I will shoot you!"
"F--- YOU!" Still beating on the door, still yelling.
My wife: "He's still trying to get in! Please hurry!"
911: "Officers are on their way. They should be there soon."
My wife: "Please hurry!"
"Get away from the door! If you come in I will shoot you!"
"F--- YOU!" Still beating on the door. The door frame made more cracking noises.
911: "Ma'am, officers are on the scene. Tell your husband to put his gun down."
My wife: "I don't see them yet. Joel, the police are here. She says to put down your gun."
I kept the gun on the door until I saw units in front of the house. I put the gun on the sofa table. Police told the guy to get away from the door and to lie down on the ground.
"F--- YOU!"
"Get on the ground! Get down on your stomach!" I looked down and he was still standing inside the screen door, with his hands up. Apparently he complied finally and they put the cuffs on him and sat him down at the curb. __________________