You, an inmate, think you have found a weakness on my fence line. My Fence Line consists of 2, 14ft. Tall, topped with Rolls of GLEAMING RAZORS, Razor Wire, Twisted and Triple Bladed, which my Sergeant in charge of Razorwire Installation, Sergeant B. manually created this twisted razorwire design.
One roll at the very top, 2 straddling each side, eight rolls down the fence on each side to the ground. Stacked as a pyramid from the ground to underneath the top three rolls. Imagine if you will, the entire perimeter is the jaws of the mouth of a HUGE GREAT WHITE SHARK, WITH MULTIPLE ROWS OF STEEL TEETH.
Well, right after the 7:45p Yard closing for Master Roster count, depending on daylight savings time. You, ( Gangster/Mobster/Escape Artist Extrordinaire, inmate in question), decide to HIT (Slang for Use), what you perceive, is a blind spot, on my Fence Line. Specifically, The Tower casts a shadow towards the inner perimeter fence in Zone 18. You have a couple of blankets and jackets, that you stashed to use as cover over the razorwire. (Keep in mind, this is going on while, Master Roster count is happening.)
So, you take the blankets and you lay them across the razor wire at the bottom of the fence, and start your climb. As you move up, you must reach back and grab the last jacket or blanket, and move it up the razor wire. Each time the razors shred the cloth just a little bit more.
Meanwhile, the control room has already called me, “Sir, We have an alarm, Zone 18 is in violation and we have an attempted escape. Post 10 is enroute. The inmate is reaching the top of the inside fence.” I call Post 10 and advise him to only Use Deadly force if the inmate gets over the fence and refuses your order to stop. (I already knew, this man stood less than a snowballs chance in the SHU, of making it even over the top of the fence, without being seriously injured)
I go to the control room and proceed to watch this guy climb. I call Inside Security and God Smiles on Your close to dying butt. Sergeant B. answers the call as well and is enroute along with a couple of Officers and we proceed to Zone 18, I drive up from perimeter road and Sergeant B. approaches the inmate from inside Zone 18.
We get there just in time to SEE YOU, ( Mr. or Ms. Dumb Ass Convict), SEE us coming. This is where you make a desperate leap, in an attempt to clear the Razor wire at the top of the inside fence. You actually clear it, at the top. You are at the top of this /|\ (Not to scale)!
But the pyramid effect of RAZORBLADES under you is what snags your right ass cheek and It drags a single razor, from the back of your ass, down your leg, as you fall head first, into the top of the razor blade pyramid, the cut stopping at the top of your Achilles‘ tendon.
Your body weight spins you, and as you spin your ankle is being cut to the bone. You come to a stop face to face with me on the other side of the outer fence, where I was standing, approximately 5–7 feet away. This mound of teeth also cut you in no less than 20 other places on your body. All requiring stitches.
Picture this: Remember what the old style nylons with the seam looked like? Well, as I walk up to the outer fence, I watch what I’ve just described. And your leg appears as if it were opened by a surgeon in an OR. You are bleeding out. Gashes across your now shredded jacket and shirt. Blood is everywhere. You hit the concrete underneath it all. (Keep in mind, ALL of this took place in an 8–10 minute span. Maybe not even that long.)
One of my Best Sergeants is in Zone 18 with you now. You are screaming like a stuck pig. We start talking to you to calm you because we are afraid you are going die right there. I speak with you really quietly so you have to almost relax to hear me. You stop screaming. But you are still bleeding badly. You start telling me how stupid you were for doing this. I tell you don’t worry about it, your football team sucks anyway. You laugh and seem to relax some more. You seem embarrassed more than anything.
Sergeant B., He backs up to where you are. Into the mound of steel teeth, without a thought for his own safety. Another really tall officer steps up and begins cutting the wires holding you and Sarge slides under you. So HE is between you and the razorwire. Your are upside down hanging and holding his back, and bleeding all over him.
If it wasn’t so life threatening, it would have been funny. We cut you out and Sarge walks you out of a now, mountain of razor wire. Sarge had six different cuts that required ten or more stitches on various parts of his body.
By the time the above action occurred, Central control had contacted EMS. As we got You, (Mr. or Ms. Nobel Prize winner for shear brilliance) to the front gate, we were met by an ambulance. 7:45p to 7:56p, the ambulance drove away. Fortunately for you, God made sure they were at another location nearby. Had they not been where they were, you, would not have survived.
That Sergeant saved your ass that night. His name was Sergeant B.
Almost Nobody has ever heard that story. One of those things no one knows about prison.
Everything I described happened in the manner and speed at which it happened, because of our training. Our diligence to train, not only ourselves, but each other. Under the most stressful times, Is precisely why this man survived.
The staff I had were the best prepared staff to deal with this specific situation. This was the best team work I ever saw, to save another Human Beings life. This was the best of our humanity coming out. The inmate survived. Spent awhile in the hole. I like to think he thanked us. It even if he didn’t? It doesn’t matter. I remember having a round of beers that night, after work. We were all very proud to have saved that man.
God is Good, All the Time.
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