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I didn't get to say goodbye
You're gone without a reason why
I've loved you all of my life
and then you weren't there
I didn't get a chance to say
how much I cared
I can't even remember the tears
that I cried
All I really wanted was to tell you
Goodbye
When I last saw you I felt I wouldn't
see you again
There was a distance between us
that I couldn't explain
You wouldn't look
at me but I could see the tears
in your eyes
If you knew then
You should have told me
Then I could have said
Goodbye
So many words left unspoken
So many hearts left so broken
My love for you is forever
And that will never die
We'll be together always
Our souls are one with God
Eternally and Always
I'll never have to say
Goodbye
Anonymous
“I was that which others did not
want to be. I went where others feared to go, and did
what others failed to do. I asked nothing from those who
gave nothing, and reluctantly excepted the fact of
eternal loneliness
...should I fall. I have seen the face of terror and
felt the stinging cold of fear. I have loved, cried,
suffered, and hoped, but most of all, I have lived times
others would say were “best forgotten”. At least some
day I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was
- A LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER!” (Source Unknown Author
Anonymous)
A PART OF AMERICA
DIED
Somebody killed a policeman today, and a part of
American died.
A piece of our country he swore to protect, will be
buried with him at his side.
The suspect that shot him will stand up in court, with
counsel demanding his rights.
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids, and
spend many long lonely nights.
The beat that he walked was a battled field too, just as
if he'd gone off to war.
Thought the flag of our nation won't fly at half mast,
to his name they will add a gold star.
Yes, somebody killed a policeman today, in your town or
mine.
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors, a cop
put his life on the line.
Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street, and he
stands at each new rookie's side.
He answered the call, of himself gave his all, And A
Part Of America Died.
(Author Unknown)
The Badge
It is polished and shiny and looks so fine.
Once you earn it you have to tow the line.
The minute you wear it upon your chest
it becomes a symbol that you are the best.
It means honesty, integrity, and fairness to all.
Your life is never your own, but at the publics call.
Night or day, any hour, it makes you a mark.
It doesn't protect you from a shot in the dark.
Over the years the shine starts to fade,
but brighter still is the man its made.
It is often what separates you from the crowd.
It is a second family of which you are proud.
So now comes your time, you can't be denied.
When you pin on your badge, wear it with pride
The minute you wear it upon your chest
it becomes a symbol that you are the best.
....unknown author
The Police
I have been where you fear to be
I have seen what you fear to see
I have done what you fear to do
All these things, I have done for you.
I am the man you lean upon
The man you cast your scorn upon
The man you bring your troubles to
All of these men I've been to you.
The man you ask to stand apart
The man you feel should have no heart
The man you call "the man in blue"
But I'm just a man, just like you.
And through the years I've come to see
That I'm not what you ask of me
So take this badge and take this gun
Will you take it?...Will anyone?
And when you watch a person die
And hear a battered child cry
Then do you think that you can be
All these things you ask of me?
Anonymous
Never Dreamed
I never dreamed it would be me
My name for all eternity
Recorded here at this hallowed place
Alas, my name, no more my face
In the line of duty" I hear
them say
My family now the price will pay
My folded flag stained with their tears
We only had those few short years
The badge no longer on my chest
I sleep now in eternal rest
My sword I pass to those behind
And pray they keep this thought in mind
I never dreamed it would be me
And with heavy heart and bended knee
I ask for all here from the past
Dear God, let my name be the last
Sgt. George Hahn (LAPD-Ret)
"Greater love has no one
than this, than to lay down one's life for his friends."
John 15:13
IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time, that I'd
see you fall asleep. I would tuck you in more tightly,
and pray the Lord your soul to keep,
If I knew it would be the last time, that I
see you walk out the door. I would give you a hug and
kiss, and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time, I'd hear
your voice lifted up in praise. I would video tape each
action and word, so I could play them back day after
day.
If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare
an extra minute or two to stop and say.. "I love you,"
instead of assuming, you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time, I would be
there to share your day. Well I'm sure you'll have so
many more, so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow, to make up for
an oversight. We always get a second chance, to make
everything right.
There will always be another day, to say our "I
love yous," And certainly there's another chance to say
our "Anything I can do's?"
But just in case I might be wrong, and today is
all I get. I'd like to say how much I love you, and I
hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old
alike. Today may be the last chance you get, to hold
your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it
today. For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret
the day.
That you didn't take that extra time, for a smile,
a hug, or a kiss. You were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in
their ear, Tell them how much you love them, and that
you'll always hold them dear,
Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me,"
"thank you" or "it's okay." And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.
~ author unknown ~
What Are Policemen
Made Of ?
By Paul Harvey
Don't credit me with
the mongrel prose: it has many parents-at least 420,000
of them: Policemen.
A Policeman is a
composite of what all men are, mingling of a saint and
sinner, dust and deity.
Gulled statistics
wave the fan over the stinkers, underscore instances of
dishonesty and brutality because they are "new". What
they really mean is that they are exceptional, unusual,
not commonplace.
Buried under the
frost is the fact: Less than one-half of one percent of
policemen misfit the uniform. That's a better average
than you'd find among clergy!
What is a policeman
made of? He, of all men, is once the most needed and the
most unwanted. He's a strangely nameless creature who is
"sir" to his face and "fuzz" to his back
He must be such a
diplomat that he can settle differences between
individuals so that each will think he won.
But...If the
policeman is neat, he's conceited; if he's careless,
he's a bum. If he's pleasant, he's flirting;if not, he's
a grouch.
He must make an
instant decision which would require months for a lawyer
to make.
But...If he hurries,
he's careless; if he's deliberate, he's lazy. He must be
first to an accident and infallible with his diagnosis.
He must be able to start breathing, stop bleeding, tie
splints and, above all, be sure the victim goes home
without a limp. Or expect to be sued.
The police officer
must know every gun, draw on the run, and hit where it
doesn't hurt.He must be able to whip two men twice his
size and half his age without damaging his uniform and
without being "brutal". If you hit him, he's a coward.
If he hits you, he's a bully.
A policeman must
know everything-and not tell. He must know where all the
sin is and not partake.
A policeman must,
from a single strand of hair, be able to describe the
crime, the weapon and the criminal- and tell you where
the criminal is hiding.
But...If he catches
the criminal, he's lucky; if he doesn't, he's a dunce.
If he gets promoted, he has political pull; if he
doesn't, he's a dullard. The policeman must chase a bum
lead to a dead-end, stake out ten nights to tag one
witness who saw it happen-but refused to remember.
The policeman must
be a minister, a social worker, a diplomat, a tough guy
and a gentleman.
And, of course, he'd
have to be genius....For he will have to feed a family
on a policeman's salary.
A POLICEMAN IS....
A policeman is a composite of what
all men are, a mingling of saint and sinner, dust and
deity. Cold statistics wave the fan over the stinkers,
underscoring instances of dishonesty and brutality
because they are news.
What they REALLY mean is cops are
exceptional, unusual -- not commonplace.
Buried under the froth is the fact
that less than one half of one percent of policemen
disgrace the uniform. That's a better average than among
the clergymen.
He is of all men, one of the most
needed, yet most unwanted. A strangely nameless creature
who is "sir" to his face, and "pig" to his back.
In an instant he must make
decisions which require months for a lawyer. If he
hurries, he is careless, deliberate, lazy. He must be
first to an accident, infallible with diagnoses. He must
be able to restart breathing, stop bleeding, tie splints
and above all be sure the victim goes home without a
limp, or expect to be sued.
The police officer must know every
gun, draw on the run and shoot where it doesn't hurt. He
must be able to whip two men twice his size and half his
age without damaging his uniform, or being brutal.
If he gets hit he's a coward, if he
hits you he's a bully, if he's friendly he's a flirt, if
not he's a grouch.
A policeman must know everything
and not tell. He must know where sin is yet not partake.
A policeman is a minister ... social worker ... diplomat
... tough guy ... and a shoulder to cry on. The acting
father of a society that offers little support to him in
return.
The policeman must from a single
human hair, describe the crime, the weapon, and the
criminal, and tell you where he is hiding. If he catches
the crook he got lucky, if not a dunce.
If he gets promoted he has
political clout, if not a dullard.
He runs files and writes reports
until his eyes ache to build a case against a dangerous
felon, who will get dialed out by a shameless lawyer, or
an honorable judge who isn't.
He also is a genius, for he somehow
feeds a family on a cop's salary. A token reminder of
societies shameful unwillingness to pay him half of what
he's worth.
JUST A COP
The funeral line was long, There's an awful lot of
cars. Folks came out of the restaurants, They came out
of the bars.
The workers at the construction sites All let
their hammers drop. Someone asked, "What is all this
for?" And they said, "Aw, JUST A COP."
Some chuckled at the passing cars. Some shed a
silent tear. Some people said, "It's stupid," "All these
dumb policemen here."
"How come they're not out fightin' crime?" "Or in
a doughnut shop?" "Sure is a lot of trouble, For someone
who's JUST A COP." They blocked the intersections, They
blocked the interstate. People yelled and cursed, "Damn
, it's gonna make me late!"
"This is really ridiculous!" "They're makin' us
all stop!" "It seems they're sure wastin' time, On
someone who's JUST A COP."
Into the cemetery now, The slow procession comes.
The woeful Taps are slowly played. There's loud salutes
from guns.
The graveyard workers shake their heads, "This
service is a flop." "There's a lot of good words wasted,
On someone who's JUST A COP."
Yeah, JUST A COP to most folks. Did his duty
everyday. Tryin' to protect us, Till they took his life
away.
And when he got to heaven. St. Peter put him at
the top. An Angel asked him, "Who was that?" And he
said, "Aw, JUST A COP."
(AUTHOR UNKNOWN)
The Police Officer's 23rd Psalm
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want, His
comforting hand reduces fear to naught; He makes me walk
through streets of crime, But He gives me courage and
peace of mind.
He leads me by still waters in the path I trod,
And He says in Romans I'm a "minister of God," He leads
me in righteousness as He restores my soul, For His
name's sake He keeps me whole.
When I walk through death's valley, right up to
the door, I will fear no evil, for He comforts me more;
For Thou art with me every step of the way, As thy rod
and thy staff protect me each day.
He prepares a table, especially for me, As I work
daily among life's enemies; He gives me authority to
uphold the law, And He anoints my position in the midst
of it all.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me, Each
day of my life through eternity; As I long to hear Him
say, "Well done...," When I lay down my life, my badge,
and my gun.
(Author Unknown)
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 requirements 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 their
uniform."
"They have to be able to sit in an undercover car all
day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night,
canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in
court the next day."
"They have to be in top physical condition at all times,
running on black coffee and half-eaten meals, and they
have to have six 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 they ask, 'May I see what's in there,
sir?'"
(when they already know and wish they'd taken that
accounting job) "Another pair here in the side of their
head for their partner's safety, and another pair of
eyes here in front so they can look reassuringly at a
bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be alright, ma'am,'
when they know 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 on a civil service
paycheck."
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 Miranda warnings 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. They 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 suspects."
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 comrades, for
commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the
American flag, for justice."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," He
said.
POLICEMAN'S PRAYER
Walk with him tonight
Dear Lord
Along each darkened street
Walk with him tonight
Dear lord
Along his lonely beat
Keep him happy through the night
And please make sure he's warm
And guide him to a sheltering door
In case there comes a time a storm
And let him know
Though he's not here
My prayers are free from fright
Because, Dear Lord ,
I, know so well
You're on his beat tonight
author unknown
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