"My partner's been shot, send me the world."
The response still chokes me up. There were guys enroute to jail being unarrested and thrown out of patrol cars. There were office pogues showing up in decrepit old Tauruses with brakes smoking. I can't even talk about what EMS did. I've never been so proud of my agency and the local hose-draggers.
"To spit on your hands and lower the pike; to stand fast over the body of Leonidas the King; to be rear guard at Kunu-Ri; to stand and be still to the Birkenhead Drill; these are not rational acts. They are often merely necessary." Pournelle