My dad was a beat cop in Detroit. On NYE 1951, he was on a foot patrol on Hastings and walked past an alley. Some idiot at the other end of the alley was firing off some celebratory rounds and shot my dad in the back. He was wearing his police heavy winter coat and he told me later that it felt like someone had slammed him in the back with a Louisvill Slugger. They took my dad to a nearby hospital for a checkup, but Thank God he was unhurt. The idiot was probably firing a .22.