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Retirement Wishes from Wight

 

 

Not a story but,

I remember when I first met RD. I was fresh off probation and he was what I assumed was a salty old cop ready to retire. After establishing myself as a district officer who bordered RD I got to know him better.

I was able to prove myself after covering him on calls and built a friendship. He was somebody I could count on when shit hit the fan and I’d like to think I was the same for him.

We worked together for several years during my time at the precinct. When 2020 hit us we were almost always on MFF together and quite literally went to battle together. We made it out the other side and myself and my partner decided it was time to leave the precinct as the job just wasn’t fun anymore.

There are only a handful of people I miss working around down there and RD is at the top of the list.

RD, as you move on from this career and become a member of the check of the month club, know you will be missed. The boots you’re taking off for the last time are going to be hard to fill. Park the Crown Vic for the last time and know you’ve fulfilled your duty to this city.

It’s been a pleasure to know and work along side you.

 

 

 

 

A Retirement Wishes

 

 

A kind video from our friends at News for Reasonable People. 

 

 

 

10-79

 

I never thought I would make it, but I am now retired. 

 

 

Shigella

 

Human fecal contamination is so prevalent downtown in Old Town that Shigella out break is plaguing the transient population. Boot disinfection stations are at all doors into the precinct. 

 

 

Turn In Day

 

Today. I emptied out my locker and turned in my gear to the Quartermaster at the old South Precinct and my Glock and Taser to the Armorer at the Training Division. 

 

 

New Record

 

 

Yesterday, the pond has hit an all time records for traffic deaths. There have been 65. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why I Became an Officer

 

On Christmas Eve, after illness brought by age, John passed in sleep. Officers investigated the death and found the death to be from natural causes. A report was written. The deceased was taken to the mortuary home. Everything was by the numbers. 

But tonight, his son called dispatch trying to find out what happened to his father's keys. He has conflicting stories from the building and his father's care-taker and his is flying in tomorrow. 

We are down six.  We should be only taking priority calls, but officers are pecking away at the calls Dayshift did not have the man power to take. 

The Assist calls sits in an empty district. It a call that can hold and hold and hold.

I logon at 1615 and began shagging holding since 1038. It's juggle. While waiting for a call back on Follow-Up, I look up the Assist. The report is not in, but I take the call anyways. I feel for the son.

Stormy, and other dinosaur like me,  messages my box stating Records is transcribing the report.He's watching the call, too. 

When the report is up, I phone the son.  Dayshift wrote the report. Afternoons waited for the mortuary team. There's no sign of the keys and both officers on their weekends. 

We talk. I walk him through the wrinkles. He hasn't been in the city. so I warn him of the warts, applaud the choice hotel, tell him not to be out downtown after 2200, and recommend a restaurant close to his hotel. 

And he thanks me for my time. 

It's not enough. After the call, I take a risk, as I rotate between call backs for Follow-Ups, I break a rule. I  call Ferb on his day off and  leave a voicemail. 

He calls backs. I apologize, explain it's Christmas.

The keys and wallet went with the mortuary team. 

I call back the son. He thanks me for the time I have saved him. 

 

 

 

 

On the Street

 

Toady, is my last shift day on the street.

 

 

 

 

At the Desk

 

I lost my soul.

Walking into work with 2Bs, a woman was screaming cursed at the desk clerk.

You need to leave. 

She stopped and screwed her eyes up at me. 

You need to leave. 

She cried, "I take your soul!"

With had motion, she pulled something. 

I leaned in and gestured back. 

The joke is on her. I buried away my soul long ago.

She grabbed one of devils that haunts my nightmares.

She can have it. 

 

 

Signed

 

I signed my pension papers today.