LEOs, largely deal with domestic violence. It’s like 85% of the job. Every night. It’s a stressful situation. I worked security, at a hotel in North Charleston, for almost 3 years. We had 150 rooms, and me. It happened almost all night. I get a call, that something bad was happening, in another room. I get to the door, and I can hear screaming, and furniture breaking. I tell the front desk, get the cops to room whatever. Then I kicked the door in. Response time, was usually around 5 minutes. I was a SLED officer, but unarmed. Just entering a room like that, you could feel the tension. Usually the female was naked, and beaten badly. The male would be in a crazed state of mind. I mean, he just beat his girlfriend/wife half to death, what’s a security guard, to him?
I couldn’t help myself, but be furious, after seeing what these assholes had done, to a female. So. I fought almost all of them. On Friday, and Saturday, it might have been 5 times, per night. I went to court, dozens of times, for brutality. Almost every time, the guy didn’t even show up. He posted bail, and left the area. I really just restrained them. Held them down, or whatever. Some of them attacked me. Sometimes, the female would try to hurt me, while I was dealing with the man. It was a crazy job. And I left it for many years, only to return again. This time, as the HOS, at large venues. In those places, it was largely a bunch of men fighting. But I was the boss, and had current/former Navy Seals, some people that worked Blackwater ops, under me. So. I had a lot of guys, that knew what they were doing, and followed my orders well. It was still challenging, but it was nothing like being alone, in a hostile environment.
But when it was time to get nasty, we hurt people. It was my job, to make sure it didn’t get to that point, or at least keep my guys from killing people. One of my guys was shot, and one of my guys killed a guy. I was personally stabbed, by a beer bottle, shot at, punched, kicked, you name it. I fought several men, who had knives, with a barstool…
I always read my room though. If there’s a female who is suddenly crying, I want to know why. All of my men understood that I wanted information. I had the final say, in how to handle any situation. But they better have knowledge, before they come to me. I want intelligence. Why was the guy happy 20 minutes ago, and now he’s pissed? I trained them all to read their room. Make eye contact with everyone, and monitor any changes. If there’s a change, go talk to them, and then come talk to me. Are they drugged up? Do they have a visible weapon? What are they upset about? Who else is with them? This was information, I expected to have, before going into the situation.
People see bouncers, as dumb, strong guys. I didn’t tolerate those guys. I would fire their ass, in a heart beat. Some tried to challenge me, about why they were let go… My boss always supported me, and whatever actions, I deemed necessary.