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It was the summer of 1979 and my new wife and I had retired early for the evening. We were renting a ranch-style house and our personal safety was the furthest thing from our minds. We hit the bedroom while it was still light outside, with the windows left open. We had also just adopted a dog from the local shelter, a shepherd/collie mix which was in the air conditioned bedroom, behind the closed door with us. Since we were unsure of the dog’s house training, we had a piece of plywood we would use to block her in the kitchen when we weren’t home. The kitchen was on the opposite side of the house from the bedrooms, where we kept the piece of plywood.
So off to the hay we went, windows open, no lights on and both cars in the garage. With the AC humming and the dog in the bedroom with us, my wife woke me up just before midnight.
“Did you leave the hallway light on?” she asked.
I lifted my head off the pillow, and sure enough, I could see the light around the edge of the door. The dog was at the door growling, but in my indifference to such indicators, I discounted it as a new dog in a new home. Not thinking much of the situation, I told her that I may have hit the hallway light switch on the way in earlier that evening. I got up and opened the door to find not only the hallway light on, but the piece of plywood placed across the door from the outside.
In those micro-seconds that my brain was processing what I was seeing, I began to hear noises from the other side of the house. A chill ran up my spine – we were experiencing a home invasion and I was totally unprepared to deal with it in any way.
Up until that point in my life, I had little exposure to firearms and shooting. I had an old Lefever 16 gauge shotgun buried in the bedroom closet, and by the time I found it and loaded it, we would have been long dead if that was the intruders’ intent. It was at this point in my life I became interested in firearms, competitive shooting, home security and learning the skills needed to survive such scenarios.
My wife and I were lucky that night – the intruders saw a home with no lights on, no cars in the driveway and open windows. We were lucky that they (evidently) had no intention of confronting the occupants or that they were violent. We figured the piece of plywood was placed across the bedroom door because they heard the dog growling. The chills still run up my spine to this day knowing that these intruders were at our bedroom door while we were asleep, oblivious to their presence and totally unprepared to deal with them. Things could have turned out very different that night, and thus began my quest to do all I can to prevent such a thing from happening again.
Fast forward 33 years…
September 13, 2012, 12:42 AM. I am sound asleep and my iPhone rings. Awoken from a sound sleep, I pick up the phone and look at the display – it is ADT calling. Before I could answer the call drops and the display of my wife’s iPhone lights up the bedroom – it is ADT and they are calling to inform of a breach at window 6 on the lower level. A Walther PPS and a Surefire 6P light are in my hands within seconds and I go to the bedroom door with my passive detection skills on hyper drive from the rush of adrenaline. The preparations we had made, the lessons we had learned and “programming” I had worked on for the last 33 years was in full play.
While I stood at the bedroom door listening, my wife stayed on the phone with ADT. As I listen, I can hear no noise and see no lights coming from the first floor that we normally don’t leave on. With the Walther in my right hand and the Surefire in my left, I slowly make my way down the staircase, slicing the pie as I go.
Once I arrive at a preplanned spot on the first floor near the base of the steps, with my back to the wall I continue my passive sweep - listening, looking, feeling what my intuition is telling me. At this point, I have tripped passive sensor number 2 on the first floor and the interior siren begins wailing. It was at this point I consciously realized that the siren was not sounding when we received the call.
ADT informs my wife, who remains in the bedroom, that the sensor is tripped.
“Jim are you OK?” she calls down the steps.
“Yes” is my short response as I make my way to the lower level doorway, which is closed and locked, just as we had left it.
I reach the doorway and once again, listen. There is still no physical indication of an intrusion, but I also realize that could change very quickly once I open the door to the staircase. Gripping the Surefire with two fingers of my left hand, I reach over and gently crack open the door.
Standing at the top of the steps, with the door cracked open a few inches, I listen and I feel. If a door or window is open, I know that there will be a flow of air up the stairs and through the door, completing a convection current up through the open second floor bedroom window. I stand there listening, looking and feeling – the lower level is silent and illuminated only by a LED night light with no signs of cool, incoming air. I reach around the side of the door opening and flip on the light switch, prepared to hear any disturbance that might come. Once again, I am greeted with silence and after a few moments, I begin my descent down the stairs.
Using the same strategy as coming down the first set of steps from the second floor, I slice the pie and make it to my preplanned spot that puts my back to the wall and gives me a nearly full view of the lower level. At this point I trip the lower level motion detector, and another siren begins its wailing. It’s funny how I hardly even notice it and how the piercing sound coming from it seems dull, as being occluded from my hearing. It is from this position that I have view of window number 6, which I have “hardened” because of its vulnerability at ground level. For someone to come through that window, there would have to be a major disturbance to it that can be heard and seen. Window #6 is secure.
I do a final obligatory sweep of the lower level, checking the other window. One other time in the 4 years since we moved into this house and had the ADT system installed, we had a false alarm for a fire detection. Luckily my wife was home when that call came in to confirm that there was nothing burning inside our home.
Post Event Analysis
I’ve spent the last few days reviewing the event and how we handled it. Luckily, it was a “non-event” in terms of an actual defensive scenario but a great exercise to see how our planning played out.
In comparison to 33 years ago, we went from zero preparation/zero skills to having learned how to keep our home secure and having an instantly executable plan of action ready and rehearsed. Though my handling of the event could use improvement, I feel confident that our preparations put us in a much better position to keep ourselves reasonably secure.
A few observations;
• Once I knew an “event” was unfolding, my mental conditioning and planning kicked in and was put in motion without conscious thought of what I should do next.
• Though I didn’t consciously think about it at the moment, I think I realized before I went down the first flight of steps that there was a high probability of a false alarm because the interior siren would have been sounding if there was an actual breach. But, I wasn’t about to place all my trust in an electronic device.
• Auditory exclusion – it really does happen.
• Because of the time spent on the range and shooting IDPA matches with it, the Walther felt (feels) like an extension of my hand. Zero conscious thought was given to its handling and the various positions I used, from close retention to extended arm.
• Because of the lighting we leave on every night, the Surefire was only used for illuminating areas not covered by that lighting.
• I’ve practiced the Harries, FBI and neck-index flashlight techniques - I seem to have defaulted to a cross between the neck-index and FBI in this case. If I had to fire under stress, I’m not certain I would have done so single-handed or reverted to the Harries. Perhaps that’s something I need to spend more time on.
• Though it seems to work well, we are now planning some additional upgrades to the ADT system.
• If at any time I had detected an actual intrusion, my plan would have been to carefully retreat to the second floor to assume a planned/rehearsed defensive position while having ADT put the call in to the police.
• ADT stayed on the phone with my wife, constantly asking for updates – especially as I tripped the motion detectors. They were ready to place the call to the police had I signaled my wife to do so or if my wife heard sounds of a struggle. I have to admit, it was very reassuring having that resource while the event was unfolding.
Thanks for reading. Please feel free to offer your comments and suggestions – I remain a lifelong student of the techniques of self-preservation.
