Selling your home is a stressful endeavor no matter who you are, but when you’re a cop, it can be a little more so.  You’re inviting strangers into your home when you aren’t there.  Pictures of your family adorn the walls, your weapons are easily available, and your home could be open to criminals y

I used to work a 9-5. Well, sort of. I had a set schedule, and it was overnight twelve-hour shifts. I worked for the man. And I took what scraps “the man” threw me along the way. And I performed, too. I did what I did at a high level. But, what did that get me? An occasional attaboy at most. It did

When every single survival instinct was screaming run away, they ran toward automatic gunfire. Think about that. Despite all the protests, all the vitriol, all the hate and false accusations, Las Vegas Metro Police charged toward gunfire, two of them taking rounds in the process, risking their lives

Eight months ago, just before the effective date of my resignation from my former employer, I was injured in the line of duty. The injury seemed relatively minor, nothing more than a tweaked wrist on my dominant side. The worker’s comp doctor assured me it was just a deep bone bruise and nothing to