20 September 2012
Most of the people on here from the uk will be aware of the incident in Manchester where 2 female police officers were taken from us this week. It is an extremely difficult time for the Police Family and I'm not eloquent enough to express my thoughts, fears and anger regarding this matter. I happened across the following last night posted by a friend elsewhere.
Friends often ask me, on hearing of a Police Officers death,'did you know that officer?' I would say,'what, you mean that girl who joined the police service because she wanted to help people, fight crime and make a difference to people's lives. The officer who would walk the streets in the rain checking shop doorways while you were in a warm bed, who would attend traffic accidents and try to ignore the horrors that she saw whilst being professional. The girl who would then have to go round to a home and tell the occupiers that their loved ones had died in the wreck. That officer who would arrest a violent criminal, get injured in the process, spend hours on the paperwork, be late home on more than one occasion only to see months later, that violent criminal walk free. That officer who stood behind a riot shield against an angry mob, in fear for her life but standing firm, protecting those she chose to serve. That officer who missed many family events because she was working ungodly hours patrolling the streets keeping them safe so that you and your family did not have to live in fear. That officer who would be regularly spat on and called a pig, a thug, a fascist and a racist but was in fact just like you, an ordinary girl, but doing an extraordinary job in extremely difficult times. Did I know the Police Officer who died? I never met her before in my life. But yes, I knew her. She was my colleague, my family and I knew her very well.....'
RIP Pc Bone and PC Hughes. The Thin Blue Line just got thinner.
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