Burn,
I got guns and a sawed off shot gun held on me by four state troopers(1978?) once for bank robbery((I was innocent even though I'm not totally against stealing from the rich and giving to the poor (robinhood syndrome)).
This is what happened: There was a bank robbery the bank was right on the entrance road to interstate 84(good getaway for robbers). They were really good and never got caught(hi five). 2 were dressed a security guards and one dressed as a clown. The clown came in first a couple of hours before the hiest, with flowers from a supposed secret admirerer and handed them to one of the women tellers. A few hours later 10minutes before closing time the security guards dressed robbers come in the banked followed by the same flower carrying guy in the clown suit. They then put the closed sign in the window, disarm the security system, herded everyone into the rest room, and escape with about $125,000 according to the newspaper(not a bad haul for the job IMO). Nobody was hurt.
Any way my dumb luck is that the car(same color as the robbers getaway car) I was in had a break down on the same interstate highway, a few miles up in the same direction that the robbers headed on the interstate. After our car broke down my 2 companions and I were walking to the next exit, but I was behind them about a couple of hundred yards, as I dropped my glasses and was back tracking to find them. I gave up looking for them and was heading to meet my companions.
As I was half running to catch up with them four state trooper cars surrounded me fast like lightnoing, guns drawn and one pointed right in the back of my head. I said something and was told to shut up and keep walking to where the four trooper with guns drawn on me directed me. I did not shut up as they commanded but asked that they let me put my hands up in the air, which I did without thier consent every so slowly so as to not get my head blown off especially by this one really gunhoe cop that had the sawed off shot gun to my head in all his gleeful excitement blurted out: " God I feel just like when I was in Vietnam, I want to shot me a few Migs." They must have thought I was the one dressed in the clown suit, because I joked with them while they had me at gun point. After about 30minutes they let us go, but I was pissed and demanded a ride to our destination, which they reluctentely granted, lucky for them I wasn't in the suing mood I'm in today.
About 2 weeks latter one of the guys I was with having lunch with pointed out the state trooper in plain clothes waiting in line ahead of us. So I said to my friend watch this, Im going up to him, he begged with me not to, but I went up to him while he was placing his order and made my hands in the gesture one uses to symbolize pistols and put them in his face and said him,," bang bang,, I think I will go and shoot me a few Migs,, remember me?" The guy said no rather nervously,, I said "remember the bank robbers on 84 that you stopped." Well he was all embarased and appologised profusely.
So I think you make a good point about being respectful and all but to each circumstance is it own merits as to what is best.