For all you men and women in blue who have and continue to serve with honor and grace, I thank you, love you, and proudly support you.
The badge and the thousands of good men and women it represents to me:
People may hate you because you wear it, but take pride in it. Despite the hate and anger, you await the call for help. You will come running without hesitation. Just like the thousands of men and women across this great nation.
There's nowhere to put this sh*t down at the end of a shift; nowhere to tuck it away.
Every door you knock is mostly bad news for them - or for you.
Every car you stop or person you try to help - are they planning to kill you?
Head on a swivel.
Watch your six.
Go eat. Back to the wall, facing the door.
Did they f*ck with my food?
Scan for threats.
Fighting (for your life).
Fighting off the DV victim that called 911 on their husband.
Shot at (whizzzz!)
Hold up alarm.
Rape in progress (DEAR GOD, LET ME CATCH YOU THERE, PLEASE!)
Child abuse ( won't speak, rocking back and forth).
Active break in.
Clear the building.
"Sir, I'm holding two domestics and a shots fired on your beat."
Tones... "I have no cars clear in ______Divison.
Start me another car.
Have them step it up.
Tones..."Clear the air".
"Car_____ isn't answering their radio".
I am sorry to inform you that your son/daughter/sister/brother/mother/father was involved in a bad accident.
Check the welfare of...
Smell hits you at the door.
Be husband/wife/father/mother/care giver.
Get up and go to court (or just stay up if on latewatch)
Play hide and seek with the attorneys.
Turn on the news and learn about how bad you are.
Get advice from the "experts" on how to fix your bad self (more training).
Go do it again.