I want to dedicate it to my daughter-in-law, she is a "cop's" wife
From those who ask, "Aren't you proud to be a policeman's wife?"
But Honey, let me say this: It's you I'm proud of, and they would be, too,
If only they could see what it takes to be one and what she has to go through.
To be a policeman, it's no easy task to do what we have to do,
But it's a much harder job to be his wife, and it takes someone special like you.
And I know God chose you to be with me in this life,
because He knew you had the quality and strength to be a cop's wife.
Some may say that I have courage and I'm a hero and that sort of thing:
And when I hear it, this thought to my mind it always brings:
It's you, Babe, you're the courage behind this man's badge, don't you see?
And it's you, Honey, who's the real hero here, not me.
And I know you get lonely and frustrated at times and wonder if it's worth it all;
but if you ever left me, this "brave courageous hero" would be no man at all.
And I know you worry about the temptations I face on the streets,
Of the women of the night and the girls that I meet,
But let me tell you this, Girl, and you listen good:
There's nobody on this earth who could replace you, they certainly never could.
And I know there are times when I go to work and you kiss me good-bye,
That you must worry and wonder if this is the day that I've chosen to die.
And, Honey, if that should ever happen and someday become true,
Remember, Girl, my very last thoughts on this earth will be of you.
Your loving husband, A Cop
Their husbands don't have an easy life.
LOST IN THE LINE OF DUTY
by Ted Newman
They come in all races
They come in all shapes
They come in all faces
They risk and they serve.
They all know the fear.
They all have the nerve
They've given the max.
The most one can give.
To forfeit one's life
That others might live.
Here words can't begin
To give tribute or praise
Real gratitudes lost
In the words of a phrase
But somehow we must try
With best efforts made
To remember those heroes
And the prices they've paid
To honor their passage
May the memories not cease.
May they not be forgotten
These Officers of the Peace
The world may forget
Who these heroes are
The protectors who wore
The shield or the star
But to comrades and families
Their memories are dear
And those quiet sleeping heroes
Will always be near
So today let's give pause.
Take a moment to share
With others recalling those comrades
Let's celebrate memories
Along with the pain
So we know with assurance
They did not die in vain.
A piece of our country he swore to protect Will be buried with him at his side
The suspect who shot him will stand up in court With counsel demanding his rights.
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids and spend many long, lonely nights
Though the flag of our nation won't fly at half mast To his name they will add a gold star
Yep, somebody killed a policeman today In your town or mine.
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors A cop put his life on the line
Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city sreet And he stands at each new rookie's side.
He answered the call, of himself gave his all And a part of America died.
one of 'my' guys-
shot and killed in the line of duty.
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