It's early in the morning, 4:05.
You're a rookie policeman, young and alive.
Geared up and ready, full of spice.
Not knowing what's to come,
Not knowing the Price.
You decide to run radar on a dark, quiet drive.
Eager and alert for the offender to arrive.
There goes a car, checked at sixty-eight.
Turn on your lights and siren, oh, it feels great.
Come to a stop under a street light.
Not knowing what's to come,
Not knowing the fright.
You approach the car, standing proud,
Then you hear the bang, fierce and loud.
You fall to the ground, your conscience still aware.
You feel the pain, as you breathe your last air.
The ones you leave behind, friends and family.
They're the ones who will suffer this dramatic tragedy.
Some think it's a job, nine to five.
But no one really knows the fear we try to hide.
So take heed to these words, for they are good advice.
Be aware of what can happen,
Be aware of The Price.
Author: Patrick K. Jackson
St. Peters Police Department, MO
Watching my love put on his uniform,
I catch the glint off the badge which adorns.
Checking his gun, adjusting his belt,
Anquish begins to build like the other nights I've felt.
I know his job is to protect and to serve,
And my mind knows good men are what the force deserves.
But selfishness enters with matters of the heart and so why him?
To put his life on the line for so many unappreciative women and men.
But that one difference is all he wants to make,
From easing some abuse to giving a lucky motorist a break.
So when his hand reaches for the door to begin his night,
Only God knows what will be his plight.
I can only hope he knows of all my love,
And in another breath say a prayer to God above.
Keep him safe as well as his other fellow brothers,
May they all return to their wives, husbands, and mothers.
But in the night I know a siren will wail,
For the call of duty will always prevail.
Injustice seems to need no rest or sleep,
But instead constantly lurks in the shadows deep.
Nothing matches the feeling at the end of his work day,
When he reaches out to touch me in the bed where I lay.
Peace reaches my soul and I thank God again
For bringing my love safely back to me, our family, and friends.
Author: Shelby
The badge shines bright
On the shirt of blue.
It takes a strong soul to wear it
A heart that's proud and true.
He says good night to his family
before he walks out the door.
He must go watch the streets,
Yet he does so much more.
In his car, when the call comes,
The lights are flashing blue and red.
He would never hurt his children,
He can't believe what was just said.
With his partner awaiting,
He has to be there, he must answer the call!
The wife is frantic,
"Put the gun down," but the man won't withdrawl.
Shots are fired, his partner is hit in the arm,
One more flash is seen, someone must fall.
His partner is there, and so is the man,
and on the ground He lies, giving his all.
He says goodbye to his family,
With the pain in his chest.
The lights are flashing, blue and red,
As he begins his final rest.
Leaving a wife and two children,
Is the hardest thing He would ever do,
How will they live,
What are they going to go through?
Will His children grow old,
will His wife move on?
Will they know how much He loved them,
Now that He is gone?
He was only doing His job,
Trying to help who He could.
It was never known hard it was to be a Cop,
But now His family understood.
On three cheeks, three tears shine bright,
Like rain from a cloud,
It takes three strong souls to shed them,
Saying goodbye from hearts that will always be proud.
In loving memory of my dad, Patrolman Ronald J Turek,
killed in the line of duty, March 27, 1985. Don't worry Dad, we know how
much you loved us.
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always
right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving outof sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into
the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
Author Unknown
Submitted by: John Wett
I got up early one morning
and rushed into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I didn't have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me,
and heavier came each task,
"Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered,
He answered, "You didn't ask,"
I wanted to see joy and beauty,
but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn't show me,
He said, "But you didn't seek."
I tried to come into God's presence;
I used all my keys at the lock,
God gently and lovingly chided,
"My child, you didn't knock."
I woke up early this morning,
and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I had to take time to pray...
author unknown
She sits by him..ever so quiet..watching him as his breathing lessens. ..a tear in her eye.. she thinks back to a time..before his fight....
They are walking along the shores..watching silently as each wave hits their feet..reveling in the coolness of the water...on a hot day..they come upon their blanket and sit down..and she looks to him and smiles..caressing him..he looks to her..love and devotion in his eyes...and she embraces him into her arms..her own feelings of love flooding her heart..she thinks..::My Best Friend::...they are unseparatable..where she goes..he goes.. eternally at her side..ever so protective of her..he worships her...for she shows him nothing but Love....She looks out onto the Horizon as he watches her..she admires the beauty of the colors of the sky as the sun begins it's descent into night...she shifts her gaze to the already risen Moon..and knows the stars will soon appear..she loves the night..with all its lights in the sky..seemingly magical... she lays back onto the blanket and looks up to the sky..awaiting for the show of the Dancing Fairies....and he lays down next to her...watching her..for he cannot take his eyes off of her.. and he is happy... The night finally arrives..with it the stars begin to dance..and the Moon shines brightly above them...as if to be watching them.....she inhales deeply..taking in the scent of the seas...the crashing of the waves relax her soul...as she listens to them hitting the shore...he continues to watch her...not moving...save for a slight sigh of contentment... and she smiles..turning her head to look at him..her eyes gazing at him as she begins to lose herself in the magic of the night....the Night...her favorite time...she seems to come alive when the Moon arrives...and the stars dance brilliantly above her....she feels exhilarated...and stands up...removing her clothes she walks gracefully to the water...entering it...and he looks up.. watching her ever so carefully... ready to move to her at a moments notice...she swims out into the open water....relishing the feel of the coldness of it...then heads back to the shore...back to him..
She dries herself off and looks at him...he knows that look and stands...and she gathers the blanket and they walk home...they walk into the house and she puts on her favorite music.... "Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairies" and fixes a glass of wine..he sits down and watches her.. he always watches her..his love for her knows no boundaries....she sits down beside him... holding him close...loving him unconditionally...then she leans her head back and thinks....
Her present thoughts go to his fight..and her tears begin to flow... she blinks them back..looking at him...as she remembers.....
They are on Patrol..working...both for the City...Honorable Police Officers...they get a call and immediately respond...for it is their job to do so...their desire.... they arrive at the scene..many other Officers are there..she steps out of her car...he waits there.. and she talks with another Officer...glances back to him..then to the other Officer...and nods... she then walks to the car.. opening the door she beckons him to back her up....and he responds... they enter a large house.. she pulls her weapon..ready to fire if need be...he is at her side... they carefully and stealthily walk from room to room...searching...she opens each door..aiming her weapon..he stands ready as well...she goes to the last door...and opens it..in a flash a gun is aimed at her...He rushes into the room...and confronts the gunman..there is a struggle...and the gun is fired...she fires her weapon..bringing the man down...and she rushes to her partners side.. holding him...beckoning him to hang on...other Officers begin to flood the room..and one of them takes her and her partner to the Hospital...but...they are told it is too late...too much blood loss..she is left alone with him.. to say good bye...
She looks down at him..he looks up at her..love still in his eyes... ever devotional..in one last breath he wags his tail slightly...she cries...and will always remember Her Best Friend....Max.
She received a plaque for Max....he died in the Line of
Duty...she looks at his things...his waterbowl...his food bowl...his chew
toy...Yes, Max was very loved... he was her best friend.. a police officer.....and
her dog. Author: Cindy Rayburn
Submitted by: Lisa Hedgecock (Lawmedic)
How many goodbyes are whispered, joined with a fond embrace?
As duty steals her man, for the danger he must face.
How often have meals been ruined - or tender moments disturbed,
by a call for special duty, sparking loyalty unswerved?
It's a devil of a job, for an angel like this,
Who......for the love of her man, must forsake that kiss.
She can run a garden tractor; even paint a room in need,
How she can stretch a dollar is a miracle indeed.
She's mother, lover, chauffeur and nurse,
A living symbol of : "for better or for worse."
Rich is the man, reaping his rewards in life,
Who chose to be the other half of
A POLICE OFFICER'S WIFE.
Author unknown
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