Carry On Stabbing

"34 year old male, stabbed in leg"

Criminal (Crim-in-al)

Noun: A person who has committed a crime.

Synonyms: felon - malefactor - delinquent - offender - culprit

Idiot (Id-i-ot)

Noun: A stupid person.

Synonyms: fool - imbecile - blockhead - dunce - nitwit

Imbecile (Im-be-cile)

Noun: A person who's mental acumen is well below par.

Synonyms: fool - idiot - halfwit - cretin - moron

I am giving you these definitions to bear in mind whilst reading about this job.

Aren't Friday nights wonderful?! If ever you wonder what exactly the tax funded emergency services are doing, specifically police and ambulance (trumpton have their weekly table tennis tournament), then just stand on a street corner and watch the countless number of blue light vehicles career up and down the road! Then, if you get bored of that either go and look inside your local A & E or observe the activity outside your local police station! It is non stop! Most of the things we are dealing with are alcohol related illness or alcohol related crime, both of which stretch our capacity to bursting point. 

Today was no different. I often comment on how busy things are but as far as Friday nights go, tonight was absolute carnage! It really was like a war zone. After having a few drunks we'd scooped up and taken to hospital a stabbing was most welcome! The police were on scene so we headed straight to scene. What we were about to walk into, no amount of description could have prepared us for. You literally couldn't make it up!

Q. Let's say you are a criminal. Where is one place you would NOT want to commit a crime? Outside a police station?

Well, the location of said stabbing was indeed right outside the police station. Not only did it happen outside the main entrance, it was witnessed by 4 burly coppers so the stabber was quickly apprehended. Smooth!

Q. If you had a stubby nature and were....well....a stabber, what would be the goal of stabbing someone? To hurt or kill them perhaps?!

Well, the only person injured in the stabbing, was in fact the stabber. Why? Because he stabbed a man in his prosthetic leg. Yep, not the good leg, the gut, the chest, the back, the neck or the arms, oh no! He managed to stab the one part that was unstabable! The impact of such a solid object caused his hand to slip down the hilt of the blade and slice his own fingers open. Smooth!

Q. When running away from someone (i.e. The police), where do you look whilst running your heart out? Forward or backwards?

Well, in this case, the criminal stabber didn't look forwards. He looked back at the sudden plethora of policeman bearing down on him. Whilst running forward, and looking backwards he was attacked by lamp post and knocked himself unconscious. Smooth!

*cue our arrival of scene* 

Our patient was the smooth criminal who had stabbed himself outside a police station and knocked himself unconscious. He was very much alert when we arrived, saying it was self defence and the war veteran with one leg had been trying to mug him, so he pulled out the kitchen knife he happened to have on him and protected himself. Oh how we all laughed! Perhaps when he had that brainwave it came about in not too dissimilar a fashion to one of Baldrick's cunning plans!

I bandaged his hand, bandaged his head and he was loaded onto the truck, not before he managed to spit at me. That went down well! 

Q. Seriously though, who tries to mug someone outside a police station and then manages to stab himself , cause no injury to their victim and get knocked out in the escape process?! 

A.  A Criminal, An Idiot, An Imbecile

Have Yourself a Mental Little Christmas

After a recent spike in mental health calls I thought it would be good to do a blog on the police and ambulance service working hand in hand to get the best outcome for a patient. Mental health doesn't have to mean someone who looks like Freud, making chicken noises while head-butting a tile wall. (I'll post that shortly.) It encompasses a wide range of people & conditions, some permanent, some temporary. Some require intervention, some don't. The police service and the ambulance service generally work together trying to try and get the best, less restrictive and most appropriate outcome for the patient. I asked my friend and fellow blogger Mental Health Cop (@MentalHealthCop) if he had any suitable blog fodder for me! He sent me a tale of a job he had done at Christmas and said I could make something up to suit my needs! Having read it though, I thought it would be much better coming from the horses mouth, so asked him to guest blog for me. A few hours later it arrived in my inbox accompanied by the following:

"You can blah on your intro about what an honour it now is to have an award winner from the best emergency service!"

He would want you to see his badges ;-)

I can't really argue. He has won awards. And deservedly too! It didn't surprise me he has tried to use the titles to try and add weight to his ever failing argument that the Police are better than the ambulance service. Bless him! 

So. without any further ado and with as much pomp and circumstance as I can muster; to the sound of fanfare and drum rolls and a dose of pained sarcasm,  I welcome the one,  and the only, Inspector Michael 'The Guvnor' Brown, author of the award winning blog Mental Health Cop, winner of the Mind 'Media Award 2012' (presented by Stephen Fry) and holder of This Week in Mentalists 'Best Mental Health Not Otherwise Specified Blog' award. I wish that one day I can be as cool as he is! It really is an honour to have such a well respected member of the second-best emergency service come to my blog! 

*cue the cheerleaders*

Enjoy ;-) x

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"Male, u/k age, lying in road, ? intoxicated"

My last guest post for Ella was "Policing Violent Healthcare" - and against that backdrop I'd like to tell you a Christmas Story ...

I got to work the Christmas Eve night shift last year, finishing at 7am on Christmas Day. It was the busiest shift I've had for a very long while. By about 3am, all I wanted was some hot coffee and hot food and an easy descent to 7am so I could get home to watch Master MentalHealthCop ripping into presents with yet more coffee for me. Instead, I got to work hand in glove with some awesome paramedics at a difficult job.

Just prior to 3am, two uniformed officers in a plain car were driving down a street when they came across a man lying in the gutter. Initially presuming they'd found a Christmas Eve drunk, they got stopped and got out to check him. He was pretty motionless lying over the kerb, legs in the road. Upon closer inspection, they saw a massive, gaping wound to his neck. The split flesh was inches apart, underlying muscle exposed and bleeding profusely. The guy was in and out of consciousness and it was obvious he was under the influence of something, but no smell of alcohol.

There were members of the public nearby. The officers didn't know whether they were witnesses, suspects or just people watching the police. They shouted up for more resources and an ambulance, but there was a tone of anxiety in their voice on the radio. I got down there ASAP, the next police car to arrive - it always pleases me when I get there before the sergeants! By this time, one officer was focusing on the victim, the other on the other people present and the scene management. I confirmed to control that we needed at least four more officers (and the sergeants!) to manage everything. There wasn't a clear picture about what had occurred, but he'd obviously been slashed or stabbed in the neck by someone.

West Midlands Ambulance Service - officially the best in the country (sorry Ella!)  - were there quickly after we'd called them. Two paramedics were out of the truck and assessing this guy very quickly. They didn't do much before saying, "We've got to get him to hospital." A pressure bandage was applied to his neck area and officers and the other paramedic tried to help him to his feet. I asked an officer to accompany the man to hospital with standard instructions: seize clothing, pre-transfusion blood sample request; early updates on condition to indicate life-threatening or not; any account that the victim provides to medical staff and if / when authorised ask him what happened.

They then disappeared into the truck and I focused on getting the scene sorted and getting the people present properly questioned. The sergeants took charge of it once I'd briefed them and we started to really notice how cold it was - once of my officers told me off for not wearing a jacket, but I pointed out, as a Geordie, that until the temperature hit minus four, I wasn't allowed. Suddenly, the back doors of the ambulance flew open and out leapt the patient in some considerable stated of excitement. He was, by now attached to an IV line with dressing half applied and this was trailing in the wind as he attempted to speed away and the paramedics were out of the back just after the officer who was half-holding on to his trailing arm.

I really worried about this guy. He was still bleeding profusely, he was quite obviously under the influence of something and his communication indicated that he was struggling to process information. Yet he was a victim of crime, not a suspect. Were we going to let him run off from medical treatment into the Christmas night, or not? No - it took me about two seconds to decide that if we have to sit on him and handcuff him to ensure the paramedics can work and take him by force to hospital for proper assessment, that's what we were going to do.

Where is the law that supports this? The Mental Capacity Act 2005. I have written about this on my blog and in this case it was clear cut, although I had to explain it to the officer who restrained him with me. "Yes, you can handcuff him - get the cuffs on!" I understand why officers who are not obsessed by the Criminal Justice / Mental Health interface are nervous. There's is no obvious legal authority to restrain victims and no training on the Mental Capacity Act for the police. Yet legally, it's clear and it applies to paramedics too, if they had to take action when the police are not there.

• We can safely say this man lacked capacity: he appeared to be suffering a disturbance of the mind (temporary) because of suspected drugs.
• He was struggling to communicate, understand, retain or employ information.
• This is a quick capacity test made known to me by a paramedic: "ID a CURE" 

And so he was restrained all the way to hospital. In A&E, the urgency of the need to treat him was reflected in the fact that he was quickly sedated and taken for emergency surgery. Had he not been taken, he would have died in the opinion of the doctors.

This shows how the Mental Capacity Act can be used. When we debriefed it, the officers there 'knew' the (morally) right thing to do, was restrain him and force him to A&E. They worried about the legalities, as do some paramedics, but it was perfectly legal and totally proportionate to the (life-alterting / life-threatening) risks involved of not acting.

Incidentally, Mrs MentalHealthCop bought me a funky new coffee machine for Christmas - she's a good girl and knows what flicks my switch after a night shift! ;-)

Safe to Approach

"25 year old male, stabbed in arm, bottled, bleeding heavily"

"Red base, are the police running on this, obviously we won't approach until they on scene, over"

"Roger, police have been requested, stay back until they arrive"

"Roger, will do, let us know when they are on scene, over"

"Roger, Red base out"

Now this is what I'm talking about. I nice stabbing to kick of proceedings! Not wanting to be cancelled we shot round to the RVP and hit 'at scene' at the earliest opportunity and waited. We donned our stab vests and got our pile of kit ready by the side door. You never know with a stabbing how bad it will be. Puncture wounds are an unknown because you don't know how deep the wound is or what damage has been done inside. Some stab wounds hardly bleed at all, some don't stop bleeding. It really is pot luck. We'd been sat there for about 10 minutes with no word on the fuzz so called up for an update.

"Red base, any ETA for the police? Over"

"Standby one..........Roger, police are on scene and the road is lit up like a Christmas tree, over"

"Rog"

We'd parked a few streets away so trundled round to the road. It was a dog-leg cul-de-sac, as we got near to the end we could see a very large group of people outside the house. I saw a number of vehicles following me into the road so assumed it was more police. It wasn't. In fact, there were no police on scene whatsoever. About 10 people surrounded the ambulance all shouting various different things. Then I heard:

"One of them stabbed him and the other pulled out a gun"

Gulp! We were now blocked in, we were expected by all around us to get out and help their friend yet there was quite a possibility someone was still on scene with a gun. This in a occasion I deemed worthy of the emergency button.

"Red base, red base, there are no police on scene and the attacker is still here with a knife and gun, we are blocked in the road, urgent police, I repeat urgent police"

"Are you safe? Are you in your vehicle, police on way"

"Rog, we are still in the truck but are surrounded by people wanting our help with the patient"

"Police ETA 1 minute, stand by"

Everyone was getting angry that we were not getting out and to be fair, I saw their point. Regardless of blame, they had called an ambulance because someone was stabbed. All they saw was an ambulance arrive and the crew refuse to get out. It wasn't their fault  there had been a monumental cock up in EOC! Speaking out the half opened window, I asked where the patient was. The pointed to a figure sitting on the wall about 20 feet from us. I asked them to bring him to the back door of the ambulance and we'd treat him inside. After a few insults, plenty of swearing and the over use of the word 'bruvs' he was brought over to us, we got him on board and locked ourselves in. Luckily a few seconds later the road was indeed lit up like a Christmas tree as the cavalry arrived and we were able to treat him without fear of getting shot. We ended up taking our patient to hospital who had minor injuries. They were just surface wounds which we dressed on scene and would probably need stitches. It was all a much to do about nothing really but that wasn't the point. We were sent into an extremely dangerous situation with possible knifes and guns without any back up whatsoever. How on earth can that happen?!

"Sorry guys, that message was meant for another crew!"

That snippet was sent down the MDT. Bloody cheek! I didn't appreciate the exclamation mark on the end for starters. I didn't find it funny. We'd It was far to soon to be cracking gags as far as I was concerned. I was told it was safe to approach and it wasn't. What kind of idiots turn up to gun fight with a number 3 dressing and an OP airway?! The LAS! Luckily we'll be putting this one down as a near miss!

A special relationship......

"22 year old male. Unconscious and bleeding heavily"

A weekend in the city wouldn't be the same without drink, drugs, violence, vomit, blood and blue lights. More often than not, all the above are on the first job of the night. Today was no different. We were on station but our shift hadn't started yet. In a garage that holds 8 ambulances and 8 cars, our truck sat alone & being a Sunday night there was no management around and no admin staff. It was just us doing our VDI when the phone rang. We had already spoken to control to give our fleet number and skill level so they knew we were there so we had to answer! It was a begging phone call pleading for us to start early as there was a Cat A call and no other resources to send. Obviously we obliged, so not really knowing if we were missing anything we shot out the garage. It was only 3 miles we had to travel but doing that at 18:00 on the day of a Spurs vs Arsenal match and heading to Tottenham causes bit of a tricky drive. That aside, we arrived about 15 minutes later to a sea of blue lights. In the road was a guy lying on his back surrounded by police. As I stepped out the vehicle I could see a considerable amount of blood on the WPC's hands. The closer I got, the more blood I could see on all of their hands. What a mess!

The guy had been stabbed numerous times in the leg and once in the stomach and he wasn't in good way. He was pale, sweating and very drowsy. The police were applying fantastic pressure to the wounds so I took a moment to come up with a plan whilst listening to a vague handover. No one was exactly sure of what happened but what they did know was that a large crowd of 'anti emergency service' youths was gathering and were shouting abuse at us and the police. I called for HEMS back up or an FRU. In fact I believe I actually said "send me anything". If ever there was a reply which summed up David Cameron's reign of terror on front line services this was this:

"Sorry, we a spread thin. HEMS are tied up and there is nothing else available at the moment. We've got A & E support running from 13 miles away but until then you'll have to make do. As soon as something comes up I'll send them. Sorry guys"

Still think cuts to emergency services is wise? Hmmm! I wanted someone who could assist in major trauma. No disrespect to A & E support but they are not even aloud to do an ECG or give Calpol. They would be as useful as a chocolate teapot. It was us and the police. I started cutting the guys clothes off. He was panicking but we were far to pre-occupied with his life threatening injuries to be able to talk to him. Cue the police. Not only are their 12 officers trying to keep the crowd back, trying to protect us from some missiles that were being thrown but were applying pressure to wounds, opening dressing, passing us kit and constantly re-assuring our patient. No instructions needed. They just did it. The main source of bleeding was his groin. It was an arterial bleed and was taking all of my energy to apply the pressure needed to slow it down. My crew mate was placing orange cannulas (wide bore cannulas for trauma) in both his arms and drawing up fluids. It was a real mess. 

I was aware of two things. Firstly, the crowd was becoming angrier by the minute and things were getting rather volatile between them and the officers who were now almost making a cordon around us. Secondly, our patient may well die where he lay if we didn't move soon. Again, without prompting the trolley bed appeared. The police knew we had no hands to do it our self. Normally we'd use a scoop or sheet to lift someone but with the number of bodies we had at our disposal it was just a case of lift and run. We got him on board and put in the blue call to the trauma centre. As we were about to leave an FRU turned up. He dumped his car and at our request, drove the ambulance. In the back was me and my crew mate and three cops. The three who had saved our patients life. We arrived at hospital and bundled into resus. The guy was transferred and hospital staff took over from us. Off we went to the blood bath that was our truck. There was blood everywhere, everyone was saturated but it was a good job done by all. 

This job itself would have stood up well as a blog in it's own right but for me it was a great example of the special relationship between the ambulance service and the second best emergency service; the police! (sorry guys, couldn't miss out on the banter). No matter what the job is, there is a respect and admiration between the two of us. We wave as we pass each other on the road (take note fire brigade) and there is always a welcoming look of relief when one of us arrives at the others scene. This was a perfect example of two public services working well together for one purpose. The police come under a lot of stick and put up with much more abuse and violence than we do and normally shrug it off as being part of the job but that isn't good enough. They are a fantastic bunch of people who do the toughest job in the most difficult of circumstances. This country is lucky to have such an outstanding force and the sooner that is recognised by the mindless minority the better. This guy WOULD have died, I have no doubt, if the police hadn't done what they did but it won't gain them any respect or thanks from the idiots who abuse them. It wasn't their job. It was ours but they did what they had to do. I wrote a letter of thanks to their police station, only knowing their shoulder number. I hope it got to them. That's the funny thing. There are so money different police and so many different ambulance crews, most of the time we are working along side officers we have never met yet the respect and professionalism never wavers. Time after time, we call them when there is even a hint of danger and they come running. I'll always be in their debt and as such will always be more than willing to give my call sign, even on the ninth time of asking. Bless 'em!

Not quite as given...

"23 year old male, stabbed in the ribs, meet police at RVP, suspect ? on scene"

This job was the grand finale of what for me was a career defining weekend. In a break from the norm I had the same crew mate for my Friday to Sunday nights. At the time I was a relief so having the same crew mate for consecutive shifts was a rarity. To have the same crew mate for three consecutive shifts was unheard of. It was late on sunday evening and we'd had a great few shifts. We'd seen and done everything; delivered 3 babies (again, unheard of), had a cardiac arrest, cut the roof off a car, had a CVA, two MIs, a hypo and a status EP to name but a few. Being relatively new I hadn't seen much and gaining so much experience with a Pped (mentor) who let me actually do stuff was great! When this job came down to us it was met with laughter. Of course we had a stabbing! Off we went. roof lit up and sirens blaring. There is something much more enjoyable about driving on lights in the dark. Maybe it feels more like the movies! As we got near the RVP we got a message to say the police we on scene so we went straight to the address. Due to the amount of police cars we had to park about 20 meters form the house so we grabbed everything we needed and wondered over. From the moment we arrived at the front gate we knew this job was going to test us.

In a scene reminiscent of an episode of CSI we followed the gravitational blood drops up the path to the front door. The door knob were smeared in blood as was the frosted glass. We stepped inside and my boot slipped in a small pool of blood. Grim! Ahead was a long hallway leading to the living at the back of the house. Along the Victoria mosaic tiled floor was a long trailed smear of blood like the death of Malone in the Untouchables! It was quite a harrowing sight to be honest. There were hand prints of blood all over the William Morris wall paper throughout the length of the hall. In the doorway was a copper who looked truly terrified. I think the same look crept across my face as I entered the room. There I was standing there, bag in hand with 9 pairs of eyes fixed on me. The information we had been given wasn't entirely accurate. It was a stabbing but wasn't a 23 year old male. It was 3 x 23 year old males, all with 3-4 stab wounds to their chest. The was blood everywhere, each patient had their own cop who was trying desperately to stop the bleeding. All the patients look like crap. A grey complexion, eyes rollong around their sockets. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it was going jump out of my chest. I froze for a few seconds and off we went. My crew mate headed to the one who looked on deaths door. I took the other two who were next to each other on the sofa. 

I'd never done a stabbing so had never seen a stab wound. These were particularly bad stab wounds. As one of them was breathing I could see his accessory muscles move inside the wound. This was above both of our pay grades. We called for two more ambulances and HEMS. We continued to assess and prepare a handover for the other crews. All the stab wounds were dressed in three sided dressing, basic OB's were taken and the police were utilised. It was frantic. There were dressings everywhere, my crew mate did a production line of cannulation while I drew up bag after bag of fluids. After what seemed like an age the other crews began arriving. Eventually there were 18 people in the room, all fighting to keep these boys alive. HEMS took charge and began arranging extraction of them all. The police started moving the mass of vehicles that were blocking the road while ultrasounds where done and we let the hospital know what we were bringing in. The decision was made for all three to go to the same trauma centre as it was a thoracic specialist. In each each ambulance was a crew,  a member of HEMS, a cop and a patient. The convoy of 3 x ambulances, a DSO, an FRU, a HEMS car and 4 police cars headed off through the streets of east London reminiscent of a Presidential motorcade. This was it. This is why I started this job. This was what we trained for. This is the perception of the life and death on the streets people imagine.


Some forward thinking by the hospital had got all the other ambulances cleared from the entrance. We drove up the ramp and all reversed into our bays watched by 5 other tucks. The blue lights were reflecting off all the buildings around us and the vehicles just kept piling in. Each with our respective patient we headed down the long corridor towards the waiting resus teams and what a sight. About 40 staff awaited us; Nurses, Doctors, Registrars, Surgeons, Consultants, Radiographers the lot. We transferred our patients across and I stepped back to listen to the HEMS handover. As I did a hand rested on my shoulder.


"You're up! It's your patient, you know what to say, just take your time, you'll be fine"


The consultant demanded quiet for the handover and all the eyes on my trauma team fixated on me as I glanced at my PRF and stepped forward. Despite not stopping for air I made to to the end and everyone jumped to work on. I retreated back to the safety of my ambulance and a well earned cigarette. We had our customary HEMS debrief where we get to ask questions and they get to tell us how well we did. It is basically an exercise to make them feel intelligent and reassure us that we did what we should have. 


Despite the obvious issues raised by the prevalence of knife crime to me that wasn't what this job was about. For the first time in my career I felt confident that I had done what I had to, well, and under extreme pressure without needing a safety net. The fact that parts of the job were becoming second nature was comforting and reassuring. To be honest, I struggled a lot at training school and until this point wasn't convinced becoming a paramedic was within my grasp. This job changed that and i'll always look back with fond memories as the time I ceased to be a newbie.

Gangs, Knifes and Amnesia

"19 year old male, stabbed in back"

Working in a city, we see our fair share of knife crime. It happens much more regularly than the media report. In reality you only hear about it on the news if its a teenager who has been stabbed or rich white man was stabbed by a black man. In practice, stabbings occur every single day and 99% of it is young males in gangs. The dispiriting truth about the cities gang culture is that it is not only large, with at least 100 gangs, but it attracts ever younger children. There must be worthwhile alternatives for young people to gang membership, not just limited to sports centers. Education is the most powerful force for change: government-driven improvements in schools in deprived areas will, it is hoped, offer teenagers more fundamental alternatives to the gangs, by providing them with the skills and discipline to aspire to employment and further education rather than an existence as drug-pushers.

The London riots showcased to the world the gang culture that exists and the roots of these appalling events are many and complex but none more so than the way Britain's educational establishment has cringed helplessly in the face of ever increasing gang culture; a culture that rejects every tenet of liberal society. It's violent, it's sexist, it's homophobic and it's racist. Unfortunately,  it is broadly tolerated by many people in the poorer communities, which has lost control of its teenage youths. Those youths scare the wits out of teachers and social workers, the public and police officers. Knife crime is rife and not enough is being done to stop it. There is no parity in sentencing for offenders, not enough police resources available to tackle the issue head on and not enough incentives for these young people to buck the trend. In London alone (I choose London because they are the easiest statistics to find!), there were 7,231 knife crimes in 2010/2011, a 29% increase on 2008. There sits evidence enough that the issue is not being tackled and whilst there are Conservative promises of more cuts to front line police the numbers will simply increase.

We were called to an address in rough part of town. Music was blaring, there were scores of people loitering with intent outside the address, buzz words such as 'retribution' and 'revenge' were being branded about. This was clearly gang related but for us, the problem with gang related stabbing is the clear and concise history! Our guy was stood in the living room, tempers were high, testosterone at critical levels and don't even get me started on their dress sense! He however was topless, bleeding from a rather large stab would in his back. I was concerned about the levels of air entry in his left lung and was keen to treat as I found, however, he didn't want treatment, he wanted to go out, I assume, tooled up looking to hit back at the rival gang. Nether the less, the police assured him he would be going to hospital. Now the history.

"So what exactly happened?"

"I don't know"

"What were you stabbed with?"

"I don't know"

"Who stabbed you? Was there a gang of them?"

"Can't remember"

"Did you get in a confrontation?"

"No"

"Where did this happen?"

"Cant remember"

"So you were just walking alone, realised you had been stabbed, but didn't see anyone, hear anything or feel anything?"

"Nah, I got back to yard yeah and my home boy told me I was bleeding, innit"

Wow! Amnesia is so frustrating. To loose the memory of such a memorable event must be a nightmare. How on earth will the police catch the bad guy? In a word, they won't. They will continue to chase their under-resources tails until they come across another teen. Dead. Stabbed by the guy with amnesia. And why? I can't remember!

This guy didn't die but also didn't appreciate the significance of what had happened. It was just another day. Gang life. It comes with the territory. For too long, the less affluent areas of society have been left to breed this hatred and it is now endemic. The softly softly approach clearly doesn't work, job and financial incentives are futile because more money can be eared in pushing drugs. What is needed is 0 tolerance, long prison sentences, removal of benefits, confiscation of property. What the government needs to do is give the police the powers to stop this mindless violence and criminality in its tracks but instead, they have a different solution. 16000 less officers! Genius! That'll fix the problem!


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