From my notes: “One day after and during a candle-light vigil, a Las Vegas Metro Police Officer scolded a man suspected of dealing drugs: “Can’t you take one day off?””
It was only day two on the job for Las Vegas Metro Police Officer Brady Cook, “I never imagined the second night would end this way. It all just happened so fast.”
Cook doesn’t know when he was shot.
The rookie officer sustained a four-in-one wound as a bullet ripped through his right arm, into the right side of his chest, grazing his rib cage, before ripping through his skin again. That’s when Cook and his training officer dashed for cover.
“The gunfire, it felt like it was coming from everywhere. It was coming from above, left, right, even from the bottom up. As we’re running, all we see is bullets chasing us, just bouncing off the ground.”
The pair found protection behind a squad car, “[My training officer] was thinking to do a tourniquet on me if I was hit in the arm, but [then] he saw I had a chest wound. He knew he had to get me to the hospital. We ended up stealing this patrol car [and we get in.]
This could happen on day one, or it can happen in your 30th year. It just happened for me on day two. You’re there to do a job, so when stuff hits the fan, you go and you do your job.
This is what I signed up for. I would do it all again in a heartbeat.”
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