Pray for Deputy Ron

After being up until past four o'clock am, I work up at ten to get the numbers printed on the Nachoman shirts. I drove to Tri-State in Moscow. They put them on and I went to lunch at Jack in the Box. I picked up the shirts a little while later and headed to my office. I worked more on the softball website. I got some of the single game totals page working, then I headed to the station at one-thirty. We took Rescue Thirty-Two to our normal parking place on the East side of the stadium.

Brandon and I stood in the normal spot on the Northwest corner of the East end zone. I saw a WSU police intern. I walked by him and saw his name is Travis Anderson. I had heard of him, so I stopped and talk to him for a little while. Just before half time Brandon and I went to the police booking room to get a meal ticket. When we were there I found out that J.G. had gotten into a high speed chase with Martin from Colfax. The chase was called off in Steptoe due to high speeds and knowing to the person was.

A little while later I was hearing a lot of traffic on the radio about blocking on the North Pullman Bypass. Then they said they would not do it, but would make sure people knew about SR-One-Ninety-Five being closed down. I knew that when they close the highway there is something bad happening. I was only going to call Colfax fire, but I realized that if the call was close to Colfax they would be busy with it, so I decided to call the jail instead. I got a hold of Howard. He said J.G. was in another high speed pursuit with the police and had crashed into a patrol car at one hundred and five miles per hours. I freaked out. I could not believe what I was hearing. I asked for more details. He said two birds (helicopters) were coming to get them. They did not know who the deputy was for sure, but it was thought to be P72. I was so worried about him.

I told Michael whose brother is a deputy at the sheriff's office. He called his brother. I did not find out a lot more from there. From that time I was not into the Cougar game as much. The Cougs did win. We headed back to the station and then I drove to Colfax. I stopped at Colfax Fire. I was there talking with them. They said that P72 had been outside of his car and J.G.'s car hit P72's car which knocked him fifteen feet into the air, over the guard rail and down a fifty foot embankment. He was lucky to be alive. I got a call from the jail that my help was needed here.

I came across the street to the jail. Patti from Whitcom was having troubles with ACCESS. I worked with her doing the things she requested that I try to do in the basement. Between that, I would go into the break room and chat with the people there. I was about to leave and get dinner when Bill and Matt showed up. They are Pullman police officers. They brought a bunch of food down for the people at the SO. They said they wanted to do something to help out. Their chaplain also showed up for a while. Everyone talked a little bit more. The different agencies all come together when things like this happen. It is truly a brotherhood.

P73 had come back to the station while I was talking to P71. He had P72's uniform in the back of his car. It was covered with blood. He needed to put it into a biohazard bag. Since I had gloves handy, I did it for him. I could not believe how much blood there was on his uniform.

I was about to leave when I heard Whitcom over county high ask for Paul-Three-Eight. Everyone in report writing looked around and asked who that was. I thought about it for a second and realized they were calling me. That is the first time I have ever been called by Paul number over the radio. They thought I had left the SO and asked me to return and contact Patti. What would have been funny is if I did leave I would not have heard them asking for me. I called Patti back and tried a few more things. Nothing worked. I left the SO at about eleven pm. I went to the fire station and talked to Tim for a while. We watched the news coverage of it, and then Bill came in. We started to talk about war stories and some of the people who were in my recruit class when I went through the reserve academy back in 1994. I finally left and got to bed a little after one am.