For those of you not in law enforcement, allow me to explain code 3 cover. Typically, it means a cop is in a fight and needs some assistance. Actually, it’s a bit more than that, but in layman’s terms that should cover it.
I’ve never had to call for code 3 cover. Until tonight.
This post is not about the incident. This post is about my cover. I had to fight for less than twenty seconds until my partner arrived…followed by about 15 other cops. I wish I could express to you the feeling of security I felt when they all arrived, my partner first among them.
What followed was typical post-incident tasks: statements, photos, etc. What wasn’t typical were the queries of “Hey, man, you okay?” Don’t misunderstand, the incident truly wasn’t that big of a deal. I wasn’t wrestling Jeffrey Dahmer or a grizzly a la Davy Crockett. The point is that my brothers and sisters wanted to make sure I was all good.
The brotherhood we share as cops is not found in many walks of life or professions. You find it in the military. You find it in Fire/EMS. You don’t find it in a cubicle farm. Tonight, I appreciated that brotherhood on a whole other level.
And not to worry, I’m no worse for the wear. Two people went to jail and I came home to my family. Win/win.