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What Kind of Police Cruiser Are You? taken over 4 years ago

You'd be a Dodge Charger


Cleveland, OH
Federal Officer / Agent
Actively Serving (has access to L.E. restricted areas)


Football, Shooting, Cycling, Fishing, Hunting
Favorite Movies:
Dr. Strangelove

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  • Me__mr


    about 2 years ago

    The count down is on to the big day. Wishing all of my Police Link family a Happy Holiday and a Happy, Healthy and Prosperous New Year from the land of sunshine. Be safe and be well. Carl

  • Me__mr


    almost 7 years ago

    Just stopping by to say hello and to have a wonderful weekend. Be safe. Carl

  • 0813081048_max50


    about 7 years ago

    Hope you have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Stay safe and hope all your wishes come true :-)

  • Eagle_max50


    over 7 years ago

  • Hellboy_max50


    over 7 years ago

    When anything happens, you string up this “tape.”
    There’s your side and my side, and there is no “gate.”

    If I can’t get through while you work, that’s OK.
    But when you’re not working, don’t send me away.

    When it’s all over, your tape won’t come down.
    “Do Not Cross” is your message. The tape, it surrounds.

    You’re cordoned off, trapped with your private grief.
    I’m caught up in your pain, but can’t offer relief.

    You’re tied to your silence. That is the crime.
    I could help break the code, if you’d give me the time.

    * * *

    Allow me the freedom (it’s your badge, your call)
    To help when you need it. It’s good for us all.

    If I don’t understand everything that you mean,
    I can still lend an ear, while you sort out the scene.

    * * *

    With your permission, I’ll cut through the tape.
    Give me the chance, so we both can escape.

    Don’t fear that I’ll see that you’re not made of stone.
    I already know, so don’t go it alone.

    Poem Called: The Tape

  • Hellboy_max50


    over 7 years ago

    I wonder why, I do this job and daily risk it all
    I’ve got but a split second to make the fateful call
    I wonder why, he had the knife and charged with hollow eyes
    I stopped that threat, he‘s dead now, but it’s me who slowly dies

    I wonder why, they say the things about me like they do
    With no idea who I am or what I’ve just been through
    I wonder why, they fill the news with people hating me
    They never ask me what went on or what just did I see

    I wonder why, when it’s the cop who ends up dead
    That TV preacher never shows, no not a word is said
    I wonder what they’d think, if they spent time in my shoes
    It’s easy to criticize when it’s not their life to lose

    I wonder if they ever thought, they might someday be
    The victim of a crime, injured, dying, crying out for me
    I wonder why, I ‘d risk my life to be right at their side
    I guess because, I am a cop… sometimes I wonder why.

    Poem Called: I wonder Why?

  • Angley2_max50


    over 7 years ago

    I promised many of my PoliceLink friends that I would keep you updated on my new mystery/suspense trilogy. I'm pleased to announce my first novel, Child Finder, has debuted this month. It is available online at Barnes & Noble, and

    Amazon. It has already received some great reviews, to include a 5-Star rating by Armchair Interviews!

    I am hosting a formal launch and book signing event at Borders bookstore, Chapel Hills Mall, Colorado Springs, CO on Sunday, June 7th, from 12:00 noon to 4:00 pm. It would be great to see you there, but if you cannot make it, then I hope you still get your hands on a copy of my book.

    Please check my website where I have a pretty cool book trailer movie posted, as well as much more detail about the trilogy and upcoming book signing events: www.childfinder.us



  • Hellboy_max50


    over 7 years ago

    We answered the calls just as they’d come
    A man with a knife, two more with a gun
    Fights that broke out in back alleys and bars
    Chasing down felons in fresh stolen cars

    My partner and I were always ready for hell
    We watched each others’ back, we did it quite well
    We’ve been shot at and missed by thugs selling rocks
    We’ve been battered from rooftops with garbage and blocks

    The word on the street was we’d take no guff
    The skells would say we were fair but damn tough
    Yup, ready for anything I always said
    Never surprised… until I learned he was dead

    See my partner worked overtime he needed more pay
    He had two little boys and a girl on the way
    No it wasn’t a robbery or a felon on the run
    He just stopped a kid, to say be careful, have fun

    But the kid on the bike was high on cocaine
    Now my partner lay dead, a bullet in his brain.
    I miss him real bad, he thought just like me
    When I’m walking my beat, his face I still see

    Every call he is with me, still watching my back
    His voice reminds me, don’t ever slack
    Take nothing for granted, keep on your toes
    Cause, when’s YOUR shift end…? One never knows.

    Poem Called: One Never Knows....

  • Hellboy_max50


    over 7 years ago

    That day was like others nothing special at all
    We passed one another said hi in the hall
    We took it for granted that nothing would change
    But then, time seemed to gel, it felt surely strange

    Suddenly the news struck with lightening heat
    Officer down, my heart skipped a beat
    See we’re all brothers that hang from the same family tree
    But today, it was your turn; your leaf was blown free

    We finally break rank and most walk away
    They turn to look back, just a few there still stay
    The ones from your squad still stand by and stare
    Not able to leave, a pain they all share

    The crowd is all gone and the wind shakes the trees
    The tears start to fall like the dry autumn leaves
    Why was it you and not one of them?
    A question they’ll ask again and again

    So now when we see our brother go by
    Why not take a second to say more than just hi
    Tomorrow might be too late, don’t you see
    Who’s leaf will be next… blown from the tree…?

    Poem called: Blue Autumn...

  • Hellboy_max50


    almost 8 years ago

    Have a great Holiday.... Stay Safe out there....

  • Hellboy_max50


    almost 8 years ago

    A man, just a man, simple and sublime
    No more than normal most of the time
    But when it gets tough, you know he’ll be true
    Because he is a Cop and that’s what Cops do

    He deals with the heartache and then he moves on
    Not showing emotion because that could cause him harm
    At times he seems callous and laughs at the wrong things
    It is just his way of fighting the reality that stings

    The things that he sees and the jobs he must do
    Are like waves of emotions that he has to wade through
    Most times he’ll keep dry, as they’re often small swells
    But e ach time he’s not looking… a large wave rings his bell

    The tough one he is… yeah, he hides it real good
    Till it rips him apart and he cries like he should
    The pain and the sadness he fought off all those years
    Finally shows up and it rains… Hero’s Tears

    Poem Called: Hero's Tears

  • Hellboy_max50


    almost 8 years ago

    I have been where you fear to go...
    I have seen what you fear to see...
    I have done what you fear to do...
    All these things I've done for you.

    I am the one you lean upon...
    The one you cast your scorn upon...
    The one you bring your troubles to...
    All these people I've been for you.

    The one you ask to stand apart...
    The one you feel should have no heart...
    The one you call the man in blue...
    But I am human just like you.

    And through the years I've come to see...
    That I'm not what you ask of me...
    So take this badge and take this gun...
    Will you take it? Will anyone?

    And when you watch a person die...
    And hear a battered baby cry...
    Then so you think that you can be
    All those things you ask of me...?

    Poem called: Tears of a Cop.

  • 307649_534084619944515_620555073_n_max50


    almost 8 years ago

    Thanks for the add. Stay safe.

  • Psu_trip_05_023_max50


    almost 8 years ago

    thanks for accepting the invite stay safe

  • Photo_user_blank_big


    about 8 years ago

    Thanks you have accepted my invitation. Hope 2009 is starting off well for you and yours. God Bless and Stay Safe out there! Virgil