G. True Nelson: Former Deputy Sheriff, Military Officer, FBI Special Agent, and Security Consultant / Private Investigator. He currently resides in the Portland, Oregon Metro area. He is a writer on crime and judicial process; as well as discussing his personal observations on American culture and social mores.
FBI Special Agent Joseph Astarita indicted on federal charges related to the killing of Robert “Lavoy” Finicum – Illegal Occupation of the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge.
Joseph Astarita, a member of the FBI’s vaunted Hostage Rescue Team (HRT) has
been indicted on multiple counts for ‘Making False Statements’ and ‘Obstruction
of Justice,’ relevant to the killing of Robert “Lavoy” Finicum.
incident is beginning to fade from public memory, but occurred when Finicum
attempted to evade a law enforcement roadblock. It’s been more than a year -
the illegal occupation of the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge near Burns,
Oregon. Finicum was shot and killed by
an Oregon State Police Officer when he (Finicum) exited his vehicle and
attempted to reach for a holstered gun – as was alleged and seemed to be
convincingly portrayed on a video.
back, when I was a young Agent, the FBI realized that they required a force of
Agents better suited and trained to deal with particularly dangerous
situations. I was one of the first
Agents from my division to be selected for, what was called at the time, SWAT
I recall initial preference in selection was given to former military types who
volunteered; but additionally they would be required to pass a very intense
physical test. It included, but was not
limited to, a two mile run, shooting and what they called ‘gladiator skills.’
Skills consisted of a large ring, maybe 25 feet in diameter, holding two teams
of five each. The teams were required to
sit back to back in the center of the ring.
When the instructor gave the signal, the fight was on. The object was to continue fighting until one
team had dragged or thrown every member of the opposing team out of the
ring. There were no particular
rules. However, for the most part,
members on the opposing team were associates, even friends, so it was mostly
wrestling and pushing.
one of the bigger guys on my assigned team, I was back to back with a former collegiate
football player. So, my thought was that
this is not going to go well, and would almost certainly be over rather quickly. And, actually it was. They blew the whistle and we all jumped
up. I backed away weighing my next
incredibly inadequate move on this guy.
He came at me as if to tackle me or push me out of the ring. Hitting me in the stomach with his shoulder,
I was able to momentarily lift him off his feet and turn. Surprisingly during this process, he stepped
out of bounds; and an instructor called him “out.” The instructor laughed like he couldn’t
believe what had just happened. It
couldn’t have been more than five or ten seconds.
was selected for one of the SWAT teams and later sent to Quantico to endure two
weeks of very difficult and demanding training – lots of running, obstacle
courses, orienteering, shooting, as well as all manner of physical hell.
did excel at one test – swimming. I had
been on the swimming team in high school and always loved to swim. It was only 100 meters (a fifty meter pool,
once up and once back) – not a big deal – I first thought. There were four or five teams from around the
country. All team members would start at
the same time. To win this particular contest,
and everything was a competition between the SWAT teams, the entire team had to
finish. My team leader, who had been
raised in Texas was a heck of a guy, but not a very good swimmer – an
understatement. He told me he had done
all of his swimming in a ‘horse trough’ – jokingly of course; but I could see
he was shaking. The instructor yelled,
“If any of you sissies feel like you might drown during the swim, you can wear
a life jacket.” Sissy or not, my team
leader decided to wear the life jacket, as did maybe six or seven others.
were a couple of additional little tweaks to the competition. We were required to put on a fatigue shirt
and pants over our swim suits.
Additionally we were required to swim the 100 meters with a shotgun
attached to a strap around our necks.
Surprisingly, if you kept your head down in the water, breathing with
every other stroke, the shotgun didn’t seem like that big of a deal. The fatigues were another matter. Nonetheless, I managed to finish first.
was then able to take off the shotgun and fatigues and dive back in the pool to
assist my team leader who, at that point, reminded me of a wounded duck,
thrashing away, and making little progress.I got a hold of him and pulled while he kicked.Dragging his exhausted body out of the pool,
one of the instructors said, “Way to go big fella.”It made my day.The training mission, throughout the two
weeks, was to act as a team; that together the team would be stronger than the
sum of any five individuals.Team effort
and spirit were often praised.
you passed and most did, you went back to your division to continue your
training; and to be utilized in the more dangerous assignments.
here is that, if SWAT training in my era was the equivalent of grade school
or junior high, the modern HRT members are college graduates.
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