Today, I will not answer the radio call that there is an active shooter in your child’s school.

Today, I will not answer the radio call that your boyfriend or husband has come home drunk and is beating you, again.

Today, I will not answer the radio call that your 16 year old daughter, who is very responsible, is four hours late coming home from school.

Today, I will not answer the radio call that your store has been robbed or your house has been burglarized.

Today, I will not stop a drunk driver from killing someone. I will not catch a rapist or a murderer or a car thief.

Today, I won’t investigate the person peeping in your windows at 3 AM when you are asleep.

Today, I won’t find your teenage child or college student stranded on the side of the road without cell phone reception or injured in a crash on a secluded road.

Today, I won’t perform CPR on your mother or father.

Today, I will not answer the radio call that a man has a gun or tried to abduct a child or that someone has been stabbed or is trapped in a burning building and is need of rescue.

Today, I will not save your child whom you locked in a car or the child you were too busy to watch who went outside and fell into the swimming pool, but that I revived.

No, today I will not do any of those things.




Today, I was suspended from duty for doing my job. The media, a community organizer, a lawyer who formally represented terrorists, a mayor, a governor or a member of congress are anti-police agenda, who are afraid to tell people how it really is AND who know nothing about policing, have vilified my profession.                                                                             

Or today, I was killed by a drunk driver while I was helping push a disabled car off the highway.

Or, I was shot and killed during a routine traffic stop. I simply wanted tell someone that they had a taillight out.

Or, I was killed in a traffic accident as I rushed to help a citizen.

Or, I was shot and killed serving a warrant on a known drug dealer.

Or, I was killed by a man when I came by to do a welfare check. His own family was too busy to do it for themselves.

Or, I was killed trying to stop a bank robbery or the robbery of a grocery store.

Or, I was ambushed checking a house, a business or a school.

Or, I was ambushed by people who have heard the anti-police rhetoric daily and want lawlessness to succeed.

Or, I was killed just doing my job.



A chaplain and an officer will go to a house and tell an unsuspecting person that their son, daughter, husband, wife, father or mother won’t be coming home today.

The flags at many police stations will fly at half-mast today, but most people won’t know why – or care why.

There will be a funeral and my fellow officers will come. Many of them will cry because they are my brothers. A twenty-one-gun salute will be given, and taps and bagpipes will be played, as I am laid to rest.

My name will be put on a plaque, on a wall, in a building, in a city somewhere.

A folded flag will be placed on a mantle or a bookcase in a home somewhere and a family will mourn.



There will be no cries for justice.

There will be no riots in the streets.

There will be no officers marching, screaming, “No justice, No peace,” because that would be ‘racist.’

No citizens will scream that something must be done because that wouldn’t be part of the social agenda.

No windows will be smashed, no cars burned, no stones thrown, no names called.

There will only a lonely someone crying themselves to sleep at night. THAT will be the only sign that someone cared for me and that I am missed.                                                                                                       

I was a police officer.






At the bottom line, it’s all about saving just ONE life.





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