In the previous article The Making of a Gunfighter" we saw how Frank White received an early baptism of fire in Vietnam and survived by attacking two enemy soldiers with his rifle and pistol. For a subsequent action he received the nation's Silver Star. Not long afterwards Frank was back in the USA serving with the Federal Bureau of Narcotics.
As a narc, Frank was teamed with one of the best. "OB" consistently made phenomenal arrests and dope seizures and they became a close and cohesive threat to the drug trade. On one of his first arrests with OB, a drug dealer put up a violent struggle and Frank's right forearm was shattered. A stash of heroin was found under the mattress of the dealer's baby's crib.
With his dominant arm encased in a bulky cast they got into a shootout and high speed chase with another heroin honcho in a snowstorm. Reaching speeds of up to 80 miles an hour, they skidded and slid across the slick roads. OB had the reputation of being the best "wheel man" in the office, so Frank busied himself with trying to get a disabling shot. An icy curve spelled disaster for the bad guy's Buick and he lost control, blasting through a fence surrounding a rural house. Frank and OB did not fair too well either and after sliding across the property's lawn they came to an abrupt halt after slamming into a tree. However, the bad guy was out first and he disappeared around the house's corner. Fully anticipating that he was going to try to hide or that a gun battle would take place between them in the backyard, Frank charged around the corner and his world exploded.
Ambush-Blam! Frank, like a Giant Slalom racer who tightly cut the corner eager to make the collar. Unexpectedly, a cavernous looking gun muzzle a foot from his head greeted him. Just before his new acquaintance fired, he flung himself backwards and just avoided having his priorities rearranged forever. His first sensations were muzzle blast and bullet shock wave, followed by a searing and intense pain. Hurt has a way of driving home many of life's vital lessons and making them indelible. For his incredible luck and unbelievable reflexes, he nevertheless paid a price by landing hard on his broken arm. The pain was the most intense he'd ever experienced and it momentarily took his mind off the danger of being shot at again. Fortunately, the subject took the opportunity and fled. As he lay writhing on the snow, his training took over and he remembered the sage advice from Vietnam, "that no matter how badly you are hurt you have to get back into the fight." Suddenly he! was on his feet and the pain had gone. He was perfectly calm, everything was crystal clear and he felt he was in "the zone." However, instead of using "visual leverage/slicing the pie," he again punched around the corner ready to shoot it out. The lesson had not taken hold yet. Instead, OB and numerous NY State Troopers, who already had a search underway, met him.
LESSONS LEARNED: VIETNAM
LESSONS LEARNED: FEDERAL BUREAU OF NARCOTICS (FBN)