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Do You Know Your 10-Codes? taken over 5 years ago

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Denver, CO
Police Officer / Deputy Sheriff / Other Sworn Position
Actively Serving (has access to L.E. restricted areas)


Patch Collecting, Football, Hockey, Hunting,
Favorite Movies:
Dirty Harry, Dawn of the Dead, Evil Dead, Tombstone, 300
Favorite TV Shows:
Dexter, True Blood
Favorite Music:
Rockabilly / and a little Country and Rock and Roll

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  • Photo_user_blank_big


    almost 6 years ago

    "Just Another Man"
    He looks in the mirror every morning and night,
    Does he see what I see, it would be nice if he might.
    He sees a rude man as he stands there,
    I see someone who needs someone to care.
    He sees a mean man, because he has to be tough,
    I see someone who deals with more than enough.
    He sees how he tries not to cry and feels he has no heart,
    I see someone who has to keep his feelings and work apart.
    He sees a murderer because he shot someone last night,
    I see someone who saved someone else from a fight.
    He sees a failure because he did not arrive in time
    I see someone who did his best and needs peace of mind.
    He sees just another man as he enters the day,
    I see a special man who does his best in every way.
    For all the years, he has put on the uniform of blue,
    He has never realized how much he protects me and you.
    But, as he starts the day again, I just wish he could see,
    What he really is and how much he means to you and me.
    Author Unknown

  • Inst_generic_max50


    about 7 years ago

    Have a great week.

    The Final Inspection

    The warrior stood and faced God,
    Which will always come to pass,
    He hoped his shoes were shining,
    Just as brightly as his brass.

    “Step forward now, old warrior,
    How shall I deal with you?
    Have you always turned the other cheek?
    To my church have you been true?”

    The warrior squared his shoulders and
    Said, “No, Lord, I guess I ain’t,
    ‘Cause those of us who carry guns
    Can’t always be saint.

    “I’ve had to work most Sundays,
    And at times my talk was tough,
    And sometimes I’ve been violent,
    ‘Cause the world is awfully rough.

    “But, I never took a penny
    That wasn’t mine to keep.
    Though I worked a lot of overtime
    When the bills got just too steep,

    “And I never passed a cry for help,
    Though at times I shook with fear,
    And sometimes, God forgive me,
    I’ve wept unmanly tears.

    “I know I don’t deserve a place
    Among the people here,
    They never wanted me around
    Except to calm their fears.

    “If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
    It needn’t be so grand. In life
    I didn’t expect nor need too much,
    So if you don’t, I’ll understand.”

    There was a silence all around the throne,
    Where the saints had often trod,
    As the warrior stood quietly.
    For the judgment of his God.

    “Step forward now, my warrior,
    You’ve born your burdens well,
    Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
    You’ve done your time in Hell.”

    Author Unknown