To all Law Enforcement
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I I have been blessed with some excellent friends over the years who worked in law enforcement. Your comments go double at my house
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I was raised around police officers/law enforcement, mostly Detroit PD. Some were patrol officers, some were homicide, some were ballistics/forensics. ALL were shooters and many were on the DPD pistol team. I was lucky enough to grow up knowing Hairy Reeves and another Inspector that shot on the PanAM team back in the 60s.
My respect for 'cops' hasn't changed one iota, but the times are a-changing.
Example: a few summers ago, it was well into the high 90s and I decided that a hamburger and a milkshake was what was for lunch. There is now a new mosque just down the street from my house. The city sends an officer to pull traffic duty when the service is over. I had to pass by to get the food. I noticed that the officer on duty was 'older' and I figured he might want a cold drink or ice cream cone. I was the only traffic on the cross street so he stopped me to allow traffic out of the parking lot. I stopped, and thought I'd slow roll up to him and ask about the drink or ??? Needless to say, my good intentions didn't go over so well, until he allowed me to explain what I was up to. He was surprised that I had his welfare in mind. He said he had water in the cruiser and was OK. Looking back on it, he probably couldn't take a chance. Pity.
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That's one thing I always taught my young kids, we'd be some place and there'd be an officer standing around. I'd get down on a knee and look in my kids' face and say just loud enough for the officer to hear me, "See that man? That man is your friend. If you're EVER in trouble or hurt you look for him or someone dressed like him, and he'll help you." Then I'd thank the officer for doing so well at his job. I must have done that a dozen times, and today my kids think police officers ROCK.
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like every thing only a couple bad ones can overshadow countless good ones .
the new loves bad it sells good deeds not so much .
maybe lucky ? but I have never met or been pulled over by what I would even consider a bad LEO on the contrary most have been nothing but good people .
when younger trust me , I shared a lot of face time with more than few 😁
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I have been both blessed and privileged to know, work, train, hunt and shed tears with some fine people who wore the badge.
It was the chief of police of our town, who taught me how to be safe and shoot my BB gun when I was 11 years old.
My life of crime, age 17 to 20, was trying to fit bigger engines in to cars and seeing how fast they could go. Big block Mopars. Dodge Chargers and Plymouth Road Runners. Was told I wasn't welcome in a few towns.
Was 17, in town with the Charger, a few of us had done a few runs outside of town and now were just hanging around the park. It was around 10:30 PM when a young officer, who I found out later was 23. He got out of the squad and started asking us the who - what & where of what we were doing. He knew we were the guys who had been running out by the melon farm but he didn't have any of our license plates so he was just giving us a hard time. Me, not being the sharpest knife in the drawer said something kind of smart-ass and he got in my face, waving the cuffs and told me I was a juvie and it was Friday night and that he would see to it that I sat in juvie lock up until Monday morning or until my folks called in a missing person report. Sir, since you have made it clear to me, I would like to say that I think I should go home, now, thank you sir. He smiled. I left. Week or so later, he pulled me over in town. Said I had no front license plate, gave me a warning. Asked me about my engine and what I had done to it. We had a good conversation. He said that he would prefer that we didn't screw around in his town. He was very cool about it. Saw him again a few weeks later at a gas station and we talked. Ended up talking about not just cars but hunting. His name is Rich and we still go hunting.
Jeff, Jody, Rich, John, Skippy, Mike, Marsh and Jim. Great people, officers and my friends. I have a bunch of tales I can tell. Some need to be told.
I wonder, why the men and women still put the uniform on in todays climate, but I am sure glad they still do. Bless'em.
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I have been both blessed and privileged to know, work, train, hunt and shed tears with some fine people who wore the badge.
It was the chief of police of our town, who taught me how to be safe and shoot my BB gun when I was 11 years old.
My life of crime, age 17 to 20, was trying to fit bigger engines in to cars and seeing how fast they could go. Big block Mopars. Dodge Chargers and Plymouth Road Runners. Was told I wasn't welcome in a few towns.
Was 17, in town with the Charger, a few of us had done a few runs outside of town and now were just hanging around the park. It was around 10:30 PM when a young officer, who I found out later was 23. He got out of the squad and started asking us the who - what & where of what we were doing. He knew we were the guys who had been running out by the melon farm but he didn't have any of our license plates so he was just giving us a hard time. Me, not being the sharpest knife in the drawer said something kind of smart-ass and he got in my face, waving the cuffs and told me I was a juvie and it was Friday night and that he would see to it that I sat in juvie lock up until Monday morning or until my folks called in a missing person report. Sir, since you have made it clear to me, I would like to say that I think I should go home, now, thank you sir. He smiled. I left. Week or so later, he pulled me over in town. Said I had no front license plate, gave me a warning. Asked me about my engine and what I had done to it. We had a good conversation. He said that he would prefer that we didn't screw around in his town. He was very cool about it. Saw him again a few weeks later at a gas station and we talked. Ended up talking about not just cars but hunting. His name is Rich and we still go hunting.
Jeff, Jody, Rich, John, Skippy, Mike, Marsh and Jim. Great people, officers and my friends. I have a bunch of tales I can tell. Some need to be told.
I wonder, why the men and women still put the uniform on in todays climate, but I am sure glad they still do. Bless'em.
not trying to derail the subject but add a little of my story
funny yours sounds very familiar ( back in the early to mid 1970's ) all the local LEO knew me well and knew my cars , one for sure 69 camaro BBC open headers ( I still have it ) I would get told to get out of town for the night so we would go down the road to the next town ( about 15 miles ) it was tough when I would get told to get home in both towns on the same night 😁
there was a group of us all had muscle cars and ran with each other and raced of course every cjHnce . there was one older cop who was not bad but seemed to enjoy catching us and would pull us over every chance but lucky for me I got way more butt chewing's he had a bigger hate for one buddy who got way more tickets ( i think his mouth got him more )
, one younger cop would pull us (or me ) over and of course every one would honk yell and carry on but the cop would just be shooting the bull with us about the cars he would also tell us where the unmarked cars would be that weekend and which ones it would be as every one thought we were getting the what for he was just sharing stories and talking cars as he had raced many of us before becoming a LEO .
the next town down was about the same most all knew me and one stood out as the "bad guy cop " for nabbing us all the time and chasing us out of town but he was not really a bad guy in any sense of the word
so many stories about the LEO and us it would fill a book ( no one would buy it but still )
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Thanks for posting that, Iceracerx.
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