Knowledge

Guest Post while the Big Man is away:

I used to work for my husband's agency as a non-sworn.
We worked in the same precinct, the same shift, the same days off.
Part of my job was to listen to the radio and assist officers on air and off.
I listened to 3 years of calls involving my husband.

My sergeant hated having me there.

Any fight, scuffle, shots fired, or code 3 cover request by my officer and my sergeant came running.
He would stand with one hand on my shoulder, one on his radio willing the worst not to happen.
I was never truly scared, and rarely worried.

When I worked, I always knew what was happening.

For me, fear comes in the unknown. If the bad is going to to come, it will. I cannot stop it.
I know how my husband's voice sounds when he's in real trouble, and I know when to worry.

Knowledge is power.

I do not miss my job, but I miss being in the know.

Posted by h.

Comments

[ToeKnee]

Oooo good ammo for me to use about getting a scanner. HistoricPup thinks it's a bad idea.

[Peppypilotgirl]

I can understand that. You can manage the knowing; you can't manage the not knowing.

[K]

What wonderful and frightening connectivity. This kind of togetherness is real marriage cement... I never had that kind of knowledge when E was deployed, but never that kind of fear either. Growth experiences are well and good, but sometimes I'd rather not...

[historicpup]

No scanners!