At Least We Get to See It

The police radio is my life-line.  Whether it’s on my belt or mounted in the work truck, my radio keeps me tied to other officers, and more importantly, to the dispatcher.  When a call goes sideways or gets a little haywire I know help is only one broadcast away.

When another police unit calls for cover and I can tell by the sound of the officer’s voice that all is definitely not okay my heart does a whump-whump.  When this happens, the dispatcher gives out the officer’s location, a supervisor usually confirms it and tells other units to get there, and a few units might broadcast their response so the officer calling for help knows it’s coming.  Everyone else just goes. 

Much worse is when an officer calls for help but makes no additional broadcasts.  The lack of updates is deafening, and I know the speed of my vehicle gets exponentially faster with every passing second of silence when I’m responding to such a call. 

But while I have the benefit of arriving at the call and and physically seeing the officer, the dispatcher does not.  After responding units arrive at the scene there are very few radio updates with the exception of someone eventually saying everything is under control and for additional units to slow down.  The lack of updates is not intentional; it’s because cover officers have their hands full.  Once the situation is under control, officers usually debrief whatever happened at the roadside.  Sans radio, so the dispatcher only knows that the officer is okay, but not what happened.

That would drive me batty – hearing a crazy call is worse than being right in the middle of one.  If appropriate, I call the dispatcher afterwards and let them know what happened so they can form some type of ground to deal with whatever they just heard.

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