Editor’s Note: In PoliceOne “First Person” essays, our Members and Columnists candidly share their own unique view of the world. This is a platform from which individual officers can share their own personal insights on issues confronting cops today, as well as opinions, observations, and advice on living life behind the thin blue line. This week’s essay comes from PoliceOne Member Bradley L. Bordelon. Do you want to share your own perspective with other P1 Members? Send us an e-mail with your story.
By Bradley L. Bordelon
It was a day just like any other
He kissed his wife, his child’s mother
Out the door he went, and to the station he drove
As he had done countless times down the same roads
When he got to the station everyone said their friendly, “hello”
One asked him, “hey! You want a cup of Joe?”
The supervisor entered, and roll call was complete
He grabbed his bag, loaded his car, ready to hit the streets
Out on patrol, the radio crackled, a disturbance was the crime
He knew the house well, having been there many times
As he pulled up, something wasn’t right
There was no loud yelling as on the previous nights
Out of the car, and towards the house he went
Knowing his back-up, dispatch had sent
The door flung open, and before he could react
The husband who had killed his wife, ran at the officer and attacked
The knife went deep, straight into the officer’s chest
Cutting through his bullet-proof vest
He was able to push the assailant away, and stagger back
Shooting the killer before another attack
The officer fell, and the last thought he had
Was of his wife, and child, no longer able to see their husband, and dad
The funeral home was packed with all of his family, and friends
A line of blue, it seemed, would never end
When he got to Heaven the gates were opened wide
An angel met him, and led him inside
For the duty he had done, and price he had paid
God sent a special angel to watch over his family for the rest of their days
