Raindogblue

Taser: Black And White

Mag-lite

My Vest Has Feelings

In the locker room, 

in the precinct, 

officers hang their vests

on the face of their lockers

using old wire hangers 

twisted to bear the weight.

Lately, I've arrived at work
to find my vest
on the top of my locker
still attached to the clothes
hanger and locker.

No officer likes
to have his gear touched.
He needs it to survive.
My vest is made
to keep me alive.

I tried to keep from being angry.
I asked around.
I suspected the officer
whose locker is in the corner
to the right of mine,
but he works opposite shifts
and opposite days.

Before my weekend,
on my vest
I left this note:

My vest has feelings. 

It is sad.

Somebody keeps tossing it

above the locker.

Please let the vest hang.

:)

When I returned,

a second note hung from vest.

It read:

"I do apologize to your vest.

I meant to put it back in place

when I was done changing .

My nipples have feelings too.....

and the vest rubs them raw

because it's basically inside

my locker as I change.....

I will put it pack when I am done.

Thanks for letting me know."

For the first day weeks,

my vest hung properly.

Vacation

Ladies and Gentlemen,

After working on a fraud for three hours, and guarding the prisoner at the hospital for the next five hours, I turned in my paper, asked and received L1, went home, and started my vacation. I'm off work until the 30th. I will enjoy snow and family and, of course, Christmas.

Merry Christmas,

RD

P.S.

I'm accepting guest posts, and of course, I will still be posting.

Boon and Bane

The boon and bane of police work is no two days are the same.

Tonight, I was tapped for training

at the research reactor the local university.

Standing a foot from the cooling pool,

I could see the small reactor, and yet,

was completely shielded from the gamma rays.

Lesson Learned:

If there not enough water in the cooling pool, it's a bad day. 

Indicator: Green

December Detail

I spent the first four hours
of my shift watching a man
breathing from a tube
as he tapped out a rhythm
on the morphine drip.

He tried to rob a store. 

The clerk out drew him.

Taking Care of Our Own

The surviving officer of the bombing 
is at the University Hospital.
His family is in the city to be with him. 
At roll call, we pass an envelope around. 
Each officer fills it with $5's and $20 
stashed away in their shirt pockets, 
so the family can afford to stay in a hotel
and have food to eat. 
None of us know the man,
but we take care of our own. 

Thin Blue Line

Reflection: LED