Saturday, May 21, 2005
In the interests of balance, re my post Thurs 19th. May on "The Law is no longer Black and White".
Most of our Police force in UK are "the good guys" and trying to do a difficult job the best way they know how.
I was pointed by Alan and Patrick to this poem online about a good cop. American source, but same principles apply to our UK police officers too.
The original has many verses. This is an extract, with thanks to The Clarion-Ledger in Jackson, Mississippi .
You don't remember me, do you...
I was the one who held your hand, wiped the blood out of your eyes, and calmed you down while the Fire Department cut you out of what was left of your car.
I was the one who called you at 2 a.m. to come pick up your 16 year old daughter because she had been drinking too much.
I was the one who knocked on your door at 4 a.m. to let you know your 16 year old daughter would never be coming home again.
I was the one who did CPR on your 3 year old after you found him in the pool.
I was the one who helped deliver your new baby when you didn't quite make it to the ER.
You don't remember me, do you...
I was the one who escorted your son's funeral procession from the church to the cemetery and cried behind my sunglasses because he was my friend, too.
I was the one watched over your place while you were on vacation.
I was the one who worked for you on Christmas Day so you could be off with your family.
I was the one who joked around with you after your truck got hit by a train and you walked away without a scratch.
I was the one was able to talk your husband into going into counseling with you.
You don't remember me, do you...
I was the one who got shot when I pulled over a car for a traffic violation and the driver turned out to be an escaped convict who had sworn he would never go back to prison.
Oh, by the way, my memorial service is at 2 p.m.
Will you remember me now?
For all the good cops. You know who you are.
You can click here for the complete version...
Most of our Police force in UK are "the good guys" and trying to do a difficult job the best way they know how.
I was pointed by Alan and Patrick to this poem online about a good cop. American source, but same principles apply to our UK police officers too.
The original has many verses. This is an extract, with thanks to The Clarion-Ledger in Jackson, Mississippi .
You don't remember me, do you...
I was the one who held your hand, wiped the blood out of your eyes, and calmed you down while the Fire Department cut you out of what was left of your car.
I was the one who called you at 2 a.m. to come pick up your 16 year old daughter because she had been drinking too much.
I was the one who knocked on your door at 4 a.m. to let you know your 16 year old daughter would never be coming home again.
I was the one who did CPR on your 3 year old after you found him in the pool.
I was the one who helped deliver your new baby when you didn't quite make it to the ER.
You don't remember me, do you...
I was the one who escorted your son's funeral procession from the church to the cemetery and cried behind my sunglasses because he was my friend, too.
I was the one watched over your place while you were on vacation.
I was the one who worked for you on Christmas Day so you could be off with your family.
I was the one who joked around with you after your truck got hit by a train and you walked away without a scratch.
I was the one was able to talk your husband into going into counseling with you.
You don't remember me, do you...
I was the one who got shot when I pulled over a car for a traffic violation and the driver turned out to be an escaped convict who had sworn he would never go back to prison.
Oh, by the way, my memorial service is at 2 p.m.
Will you remember me now?
For all the good cops. You know who you are.
You can click here for the complete version...
