There were two incidents years ago down in the Hive when I thought I might have killed someone.
One was the little knucklehead i ended up breaking the window with. So far that has been the high point of my career in corrections.
The other one was the one that spit on the Pshrink and then spit in my eye. He went down pretty hard and I thought I had broken his neck. I hadn't meant to do that, even tho I was pretty mad. I'm glad in retrospect that I didn't.
Today I found myself in the P-car, driving around the perimeter with a loaded shotgun next to me.
That shotgun has only one real purpose: To shoot an inmate trying to escape. To kill him.
Of course, policy gets pretty vague about when you can actually shoot somebody. They don't like to get pinned down when it comes to using deadly force. They would rather leave it up to the individual and then say "We didn't tell him to do that." if it turns out bad.
I think about these sorts of things when left alone too much. It's probably not a good thing.
Would I be able to shoot somebody escaping?
I'd like to think I could. It's my job.
But how would I feel about it afterwards?
Having never killed anybody before, I just can't answer that question.
I just keep hoping I never come to that bridge to see if I can cross it.
Could you do it?
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