Courage to Make Entry

For those in our chosen profession (law enforcement) let me ask you some questions in regards to the news about the officer who didn’t make entry into the school in Florida.

Are you mad? . . . Frustrated? . . . Surprised?

Hold the Door

Most of us know “one of those officers.” You know, the one who always wants to hold the door for us while we go in to do the work. The one who doesn’t want to be your partner during combative training because “you get a little too rough.”

Giving My Last Breath

What have we done about it? Have we addressed it with that person? I hope anyone who ever worked alongside me knows that I was willing to give my last breath for you and any citizen we were trying to protect. I’ve worked with some great officers who weren’t afraid to get dirty.

When I became a sergeant I was still usually first through the door. If I ever helped train you, please know that I wanted to give you the necessary skills to survive and take the fight to the bad guy. I so desperately wanted to give you more in your “basic training.”

I didn’t care if people didn’t like me because I came across as too “cocky.” I wasn’t there to make friends, yet still made many along the way.

War Room

I wish I had a “war room” in my academy back in ‘91-‘92. Maybe I would’ve been one of those who said it was getting too rough and the instructors are being mean to me. But I’d like to think I wouldn’t have said that since I survived being knocked unconscious during an escape attempt a year before.

Police Work Is not for Everyone

When we say, “This job is not for everyone,” we mean it. Some just get by for their entire career and maybe that is okay. After all, we do need someone to hold the door for us, right?

Or do we?

Soul Searching

Ten years ago (can’t believe it’s been that long ago) when I was in Virginia getting ready to go to Afghanistan I did a lot of praying. Still having second thoughts, I finally came to peace with my decision to go to a war torn country. I decided that no matter what happened to me, I would go home. If I were killed in Afghanistan, I would go home to meet my heavenly Father. And if I survived, I would return home.

Either way, I would go home.

That thought always stayed with me after returning to Texas and going back to police work.

  • Family fight . . . going home
  • Stabbing . . . going home
  • Armed robbery . . . going home
  • Bar fight . . . going home
  • Search warrant . . . going home
  • Person with a gun . . . going home
Failing to Engage

As much as part of me wants to hate the officer for failing to engage, I can’t. I don’t like it. I am angry. I am disgusted. It has turned my stomach and given me a headache. I want to go to sleep but I can’t. I need rest because Clint McNear and I have training to conduct eight hours from now. I would go into battle alongside Clint any day of the week.

We will watch as a few officers hesitate or fail to engage because their confidence level is zero . . . because someone, somewhere decided that training wasn’t a priority.

Mental and Physical Preparation

Some officers think they have prepared themselves both mentally and physically, but many have not. It is our duty to change that.

I love you all and thank you for what you do and I will continue to pray for you daily.

– Bryan Flatt, training coordinator/instructor, Texas Municipal Police Association (TMPA)

Editors Note: This message was written to Bryan Flatt’s friends, many of whom are in law enforcement. Once I read it I asked for his permission to reprint it with Law Enforcement Today.