One of my close friends is a Police Officer, walking the thin, blue line. She’s now in C.I.D. and I want to feel assured she’s safe now she’s no longer doing her daily duties, driving around the streets of a busy city and surrounding areas.
Recent events have left me even more worried and yet no matter how much it concerns me, I wonder how it has affected ‘her’.
I’ve done jobs that have at times been a bit risky and I’ve definitely heard stories from clients that can make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. But for her, there are some things that we only see in the Soaps, in violent films or at times when things get a little close to home or indeed the bone itself – that she sees everyday.
For all the critisism, the jibes, the questioning, the keep it under wraps that we hear of our Police Force, we often forget that they must not be phased by any of this, when they have greater and more important things to deal with – things that we should be thankful for, grateful for – I am!
Today my Brother announced that he had passed with flying colours his CP and FPOS course …. this is about being First on the scene in trauma, dealing with it in a professional way and knowing what to do when you are protecting (at all costs) those who are important enough to need protection all of the time. And yes, it involves use of fire arms.
I asked myself “Why do all the nice people have the scarey jobs”
Well, because they ‘are’ the nice people , I guess!
It was the same friend who had posted the poem in my last post, although I picked it up from another of my friends and, it was while I was there making comments to her fabulously sophisticated photos earlier (she has a normal life also) that I picked up this one too. I hope you read and enjoy.
Mostly, I hope it raises your awareness of what the brave men and women who keep law and order (or try to) have to go through and that you silently or otherwise have a new respect for them. Sadly, it has taken the death of two very brave women lately to remind us of this.
When God Made Police Officers …
When the Lord was creating police officers, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”
And the Lord said, “Have you read the spec on this order?
” A police officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn’t touch and not wrinkle his uniform.”
“He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a obs’, cover a murder scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day.
“He has to be in top physical condition at all times, on running black coffee and half-eaten meals. And he has to six have pairs of hands.”
The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands… no way.”
“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord, “it’s the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have.”
“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks, “May I see what’s in there, sir?” (When he already knows and wishes he’d taken that accounting job.) “Another pair here in the side of his head for his partners’ safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, ‘You’ll be all right ma’am, when he knows it isn’t so.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching his sleeve, “rest and work on this tomorrow.”
“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five even when wages have been frozen by an ungrateful government.”
The angel circled the model of the police officer very slowly, “Can it think?” she asked.
“You bet,” said the Lord. “It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes; recite a complicated caution in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop… and still it keeps its sense of humor.
“This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim’s family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn’t sensitive to the rights of criminal suspect and how Officers pensions are to be decimated.”
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the police officer. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model.”
“That’s not a leak,” said the lord, “it’s a tear.”
“What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.
“It’s for bottled-up emotions, for fallen colleagues, for commitment to the crown and the Queens Peace, for justice.”
“You’re a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there,” he said.
It remains to be said ..
R.I.P. PC Fiona Bone and R.I.P. PC Nicola Hughes who gave their lives in the call of duty on 18th September 2012.