Rest Day
It would be horribly remiss of me not to remember this date for what it represents to my co-workers and I. Two years ago, at 0330 Hours, 10/27/06, Sacramento County Sheriff’s Deputy Jeff Mitchell (84G1) was killed in the line of duty. Jeff came upon a suspicious occuppied vehicle in a remote part of the South Division. There he encountered an uknown suspect, a massive struggle ensued, and he was shot and killed. The suspect fled the scene and to this day has not been caught. It is salt in the wounds for all of us and I can’t imagine how his family must feel. I was shocked as I had been on that exact same stretch of road only 24 hours prior looking for people up to no good, just as Jeff was doing in his effort to keep our community safe.
I was one of the first officers on scene. I had been working a K9 search when I overheard the brief, garbled radio traffic come across channel 3. As with the other officer involved deaths I have been present on, I knew deep down inside and immediately that this was very bad. A few minutes later we arrived on scene to find Jeff mortally wounded. Our entire K9 detail and SED worked tirelessly for neverending hours and days afterwards to find Jeff’s killer. We were helped by outside agencies and speciality units from all jurisdictions, yet we came up cold. I drive by the place where Jeff was killed every night on my way into work, and it still burns me to know we haven’t reciftified this incident, for Jeff, his family and our Law Enforcement family.
Line of duty deaths are what unfortunately happens to soldiers and public safety personnel. We know that going into the job, yet we still come back day after day, to lay our lives on the line for the lives of complete strangers. Still, it is painful to think of “what could be” if things went awry one night – how would my kids be, my wife, their memories. You almost don’t want to think about it, yet we must.
We must think about it, because on days like today – a rest day – we must truly take the time off and appreciate what we have in our lives. Don’t put it off, instead relish the madness and happiness that makes up your time away from work or CrossFit, even though they are part of our lives. There is more to it than that, and our family is most important. We CrossFit to survive our stresses and our jobs to come back to this point – the point of enjoying our families for as long as possible.
Jeff was not a CrossFitter (although he would have been awesome at it!), but he was a standout person, kick ass cop who loved calling my dog to find bad guys, wonderful father and husband and a stellar athlete, and he was one of my partners who deserves some of our time to remember him. So, today I request you take the day off from CF and whatever else you are not beholden to and take the time to laugh at your kids or significant other. Remember Jeff and our fallen soldiers, cops and firefighters and that they can’t do this - we are so very lucky.
Jeff, I have said it before as I have stopped by your memorial, and I say it again – we will find the person who did this. Rest in peace and God speed, we will take care of the rest.
Deputy Jeffrey Mitchell – 84G1
EOW: 10/27/06; 0330 Hours

Deputy Jeffrey Mitchell

Jeff Mitchell, his wife Crsytal and their son, Jake.

The back of Jeff Mitchell's badge - Jeff knew what was truly important.