This is a salute to all of the fine officers who have been killed in the line of duty, and to the millions of police officers who put their lives on the line for us everyday.
Author Unknown
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out. I seem to fit neatly into
the category where you've placed me. I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized,
classified, grouped, and always typical. Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I
can never figure you out.
From birth you teach your children that I'm the bogeyman, then you're shocked
when they identify with my traditional enemy...the criminal!
You accuse me of coddling criminals...until I catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point me
out as a loafer for having one cup.
You pride yourself on your manners, but think nothing of disrupting my meals with
your troubles.
You raise hell with the guy who cuts you off in traffic, but let me catch you
doing the same thing and I'm picking on you.
You know all the traffic laws...but you've never gotten a single ticket you deserve.
You shout "foul" if you observe me driving fast to a call, but raise
the roof if I take more than ten seconds to respond to your complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but call it "Police brutality"
if I strike back.
You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a tooth or your doctor
how to take out an appendix, yet you are always willing to give me pointers on
the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody nose from anyone else,
but expect me to take it without batting an eye.
You yell "something's got to be done to fight crime," but you can't
be bothered to get involved.
You have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I change a flat for your
wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your
son's life with mouth-to-mouth breathing, or work many hours overtime looking
for your lost daughter.
So, Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox, and rant and rave about
the way I do my work, calling me every name in the book, but never stop to think
that your property, family, or maybe even your life depends on me or one of my
buddies.
Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me...the cop!
You are invited to pay your respects to the officers who gave their lives for you at the East Point Police Department Police Officers Memorial.
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