Uniform Decisions: My Life in the LAPD and the North Hollywood Shootout
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End of Watch Publishing presents "Uniform Decisions: My Life in the LAPD and the North Hollywood Shootout," by Retired LAPD Officer John Caprarelli.
After a botched robbery at a Bank of America branch in North Hollywood, two robbers armed with fully automatic assault rifles and wearing full body armor fired more than 1,100 rounds as they battled police.
Eleven officers and two civilians were wounded. The two robbers, Emil Matasareanu and Larry Eugene Phillips Jr., were killed by gunfire.
Officer John Caprarelli was one of the first officers at the scene. Before a national TV audience, he confronted one of the robbers, provoking a gun battle and exchanging numerous shots before the gunman fell.
Officer Caprarelli was awarded the LAPD's highest honor, the Medal of Valor, as well as a National Top Cops Award. In this memoir, John gives the reader a rare glimpse into his private life along with vivid recollections of events during his 27 year career with the LAPD culminating with a detailed breakdown of his thoughts and actions during the infamous bank robbery.
John Caprarelli
John Caprarelli was born in Los Angeles, California in 1957. Retired from the Los Angeles Police Department after working a cross section of assignments, his involvement in the infamous 1997 North Hollywood Bank of America robbery shootout was the pinnacle of a 27 year police career that earned him the Medal of Valor and National Top Cop awards. Between hobbies, he continues to speak at various venues regarding his career and life lessons learned.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I found this book much easier to read than many memoirs and autobiographies tend to be. Well written, not a lot of extraneous and dry words that lost me. I loved the way John lets the reader into his life and lets us see both the good and boring days, the great teachers and better teachers, everything involved in being the best policeman and person you can be. Although the story leads up to the North Hollywood shoot out, it is so much more as we follow John on his rounds and in his life. Definitely a winner in my books, and I am blessed that he chose me to review this.I received this book free from the author, John Caprarelli through The Bookclub Network for the purpose of reviewing. A positive critique was not required. The opinions stated are my own.
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Uniform Decisions - John Caprarelli
UNIFORM DECISIONS
My Life in the LAPD and the North Hollywood Shootout
By
John Caprarelli with Lee Mindham
*****
Copyright © 2011 by John Caprarelli and Lee Mindham
All rights reserved.
Published by End of Watch Publishing
Los Angeles, CA
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The contents of this book are based on actual experiences as recalled and/or investigated to the best ability of the authors. Some of the names of those involved have been changed. Comments of a personal nature regarding any persons or organizations are the sole opinions of the authors. No legal advice is intended.
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*****
Table of Contents
Dedication
Introduction
Prologue
Chapter 1 – Out of the Ordinary
Chapter 2 – Selection
Chapter 3 – Academy Days
Chapter 4 – Probation
Chapter 5 – Egg Toss
Chapter 6 – Hollywood Nights
Chapter 7 – Moving up the Ladder
Photographs
Chapter 8 – Day of Days
Chapter 9 – Officer Down!
Chapter 10 – One in Custody
Chapter 11 – Assessing the Damage
Chapter 12 – Aftermath
Chapter 13 – Out of my Hands
Chapter 14 – A Change of Scenery
Epilogue
Resources
Acknowledgments
DEDICATION
To my wife, Lynn, and two sons, John and Jim:
Evidence beyond a shadow of a doubt how blessed I am.
*****
INTRODUCTION
It’s not easy to write about one’s career and turn those memories into words that accurately describe them.
That’s not for a lack of eligible excitement,
if you choose to call it that. My career had more than its fair share, but translating emotions into words is not always an easy task.
Putting my story down on paper was never something I chomped at the bit to do, but after many years of urging by family, friends and acquaintances, I decided the time was right.
Is it worth the price of this book? I think so.
My career was anything but ordinary. During twenty-seven years with the Los Angeles Police Department, I experienced many an extraordinary day at work, including involvement in a modern-day Shootout at the OK Corral.
It’s said that working the streets as a police officer is hours of boredom sprinkled with seconds of terror. I can vouch for that. It was quite a ride.
John Caprarelli
*****
PROLOGUE
With my knees pressed against the back of the driver’s seat, I can feel its metal frame. The atmosphere inside the car is electric, crackling with the ozone of anticipation and masked fear. The police radio strapped under the dash is spewing out a torrent of messages, updates and yells overrunning one another in a mass of urgency and desperation. It’s a morning of utter chaos in North Hollywood.
I turn my head to the officer in the seat next to me. Facing forward, eyes wide open and stone faced, he slowly looks to the floor as if bowing his head and momentarily closes his eyes as if saying a quick prayer. Not a bad idea after just being shot at and about to face what is yet to come.
As he raises his head a bead of sweat, as if in slow motion, rolls down his nose, catching the sunlight as it falls to oblivion between his feet.
The neck of my own shirt is soaked as well, and I can feel the beads on my face making their own journeys downward. It reminds me of my summers as a youth working up a sweat pushing the lawn mower under the hot sun. It isn’t the scent of freshly cut grass permeating the air today, however. Another scent intrudes, a dark and pungent odor that has no place among that soft reminiscence: burnt gunpowder.
Jolted back to reality, here we are crawling northbound along Agnes Avenue, four of us in an unmarked police car. Suddenly, gunshots erupt and a white Chevrolet Celebrity comes bounding through the intersection just ahead. The human silence in the car is broken.
THERE! THERE!
yells the front seat passenger, pointing at the fleeing car.
My head snaps up, eyes catching the tail end of the Chevy, trunk open and flapping as it picks up speed. Our driver stomps on the gas pedal, and the cruiser leaps forward like an eager cheetah after its prey.
As we approach the intersection, I glance to my left—an automatic, mentally programmed check for traffic. It isn’t traffic that I get a glimpse of, rather that of a tractor-trailer parked at the curb with somebody moving underneath, someone who obviously doesn’t belong there.
Without any thought process, my instincts take over. I yell, Hold it!
Waiting for what seems like an eternity I fling the car door open and jump out before the car comes to a complete stop. Quickly but cautiously I cross the road, gun in hand and scanning the area in front of me for any other movement or sound. There is nothing else, just the movement under the truck and the sound of my own footsteps. Suddenly, another staccato bark of large-caliber automatic gunfire snarls out from close by, followed by muted cracks
of smaller arms returning fire.
Someone has to stop this, and I quickly realize I have the chance to do just that.
As I near the corner, a white metal fence standing waist high and rounding to my left catches my eye. The thought of its thin, sparsely arranged pillars being any sort of cover
exits my mind as fast as it enters. So, here I stand, alone and exposed on Archwood Street facing this brown tractor-trailer unit. Underneath: my target.
Dressed all in black, resplendent with ski mask, body armor and an AK-47 assault rifle, is a wounded and highly aggressive suspect in flight. Like a cut rattlesnake, he is angrily firing at anything that moves, pinning everybody down—my brothers in arms, my friends, even innocent civilians who have happened to get within his striking distance.
As he squats down, facing away from me and shuffling his position slightly, I raise my 9mm Beretta. I begin to feel as though I’m being submerged in honey. Time becomes sticky, slow and tangible.
The muzzle of my weapon gradually rises past my chest level. I can see the front sight come up higher, seeking a straight shot at this monster’s back.
In a heartbeat, it all starts to go wrong.
He has seen me over his shoulder. I am now a threat, a threat to his life and very close. I have been caught creeping and the world, except for the two of us, will now cease to exist until this tableau has played out. Only one of us will walk away; only one will survive. A few seconds ago, I’d have bet it would be me going home that night, but now I’m not so sure.
My breathing slows despite a massive surge of adrenaline flowing through my veins. I try to move faster but can’t, like those dreams when you try to run from some threat and your body just can’t respond. I am too slow, and he’s going to get the drop on me.
I can see it all, the muzzle of the AK-47, the 100-round drum, the ground littered with spent casings and the dark eyes fixated on me, full of loathing. He looks like an angry cobra puffed up and ready to strike.
My breathing slows even more; I feel like I’m not getting enough oxygen. Tunnel vision closes in.
Why can’t I breathe?!
With my gun now pointed squarely at the center of his chest, I jerk back on the trigger; the metal pressing against my right forefinger.
This is it! I got you after all! Or so I think.
Nothing! The trigger will not move.
I squeeze harder. Again, nothing. It feels jammed solid.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?
The muzzle of his rifle is now squarely on me. Another second, maybe a half, and it will be all over.
I glance at my weapon in confused amazement. I feel like I haven’t drawn a breath in minutes. My head is spinning, my chest constricted, and I can hear the blood roaring through my ears.
I give it one last chance and pull back on the trigger with all that I have.
Nothing. Not even a millimeter.
Realizing that it is probably over, I look up from where the rounds of my 9mm should have gone and then at his face. Looking at his eyes, I can see under his sweat-sodden ski mask that the corners of his eyes are crinkled. He is smiling at me! With his leather-gloved finger curled around the AK-47’s trigger, it seems as though his jaw is mouthing something from behind the ski mask.
Panic courses through me and everything goes black as the world seems instantly yanked from me.
Am I shot? Is this it? What happened?
Drawing one long rasp of fresh air, I feel like I have just popped to the surface after too deep of a dive in some murky waters. It is dark, I am covered in sweat, and my heart is pounding like a jackhammer.
Where am I?
My vision clears. The panic steps down half-a-notch as I see moonlight through our bedroom window, a soft night breeze stirring the half-open curtains.
My wife’s hand touches my shoulder as she asks, You okay?
I can hear in her voice that she is wide awake and knows I had the nightmare again.
Yeah, just another dream,
I reply. I’m fine.
We both know that is not true. There is an increasing menace, one we would not understand much about or know how to handle until it had already run its course.
I climb out of bed. I feel like a long distance runner at the end of a race, physically and mentally spent. The nightmare was like an adrenaline rush with an abrupt hit the ground with no parachute
end.
Quietly, I make my way downstairs without turning on the lights and get a long drink of cold water. Standing in the darkness, I know there is no more sleep in store for me tonight.
I move to the living room, slump into my favorite end of the sofa and, with haunting memories to ponder, realize it is from here that I will watch the dawn break once again.
My name is John Caprarelli. I was a police officer with the Los Angeles Police Department. This is my story.
*****
1. OUT OF THE ORDINARY
There’s a term I favor, a sequence of words that rolls nicely off the tongue, a phrase that I believe adequately sums up what a cop’s career, especially in Los Angeles, is all about: riding the bullet.
Like a bullet fired from a gun, a cop’s career can fly straight, true and unimpeded, to gently fall far from view, its energy and time spent and undamaged.
Those cops are the lucky ones, the vast majority who go through the gauntlet receiving maybe a scrape or two, never firing their weapons in defense of life or suffering any major injuries or traumas. They remain relatively unaffected by the situations they face as a badge.
Yeah, they are the lucky ones.
The flip side to that particular coin is that a cop’s career can be totally different, his or her own particular bullet being a ricochet slamming wildly into one intense event, bouncing hard and tumbling unpredictably to the next.
There is no way to tell which particular bullet one will ride
when signing up for the job. It’s all how you roll the dice and how you’re wired. Some can handle a wild ride; some cannot and sometimes see a rather short career.
Me? Well I came through, I survived. Twenty-seven years saw me ride a pretty wild bullet of my own. Admittedly I was bounced and bucked pretty hard, but I clung on and I’m here now to give you a glimpse inside what it was like to be a first responder, a cop in one of America’s largest and most diverse cities.
Being a cop is not for everybody. It takes a person with a certain mentality, the same way it is for a person who joins the military, fire department or ranks of emergency medical professionals. The police department wasn’t something I grew up longing to join but, unknown to me, that certain mentality was in my blood, taking me on a rather circuitous route to end where I did.
Before getting into that though, I want to take you back to the early days of my life.
When I was a child, my name would have been found in the Average Everyday American Kid
column.
My father was of Italian descent. Raised in Providence, Rhode Island, and moving west to Los Angeles in the mid-1950’s, he worked in the banking industry. My mother came from an Irish and English background in Fort Fairfield, Maine, and moved to Los Angeles around the same time to continue a nursing career. One day she walked into the bank where my father worked as a teller, and the rest is history.
I was born in 1957, and after a couple years of apartment jumping, my parents bought a