He drew his gun
Then took aim
His life after this
Would not be the same
He took the job
To protect and serve
Part of himself
Is what he gave
The world he knew
Before shooting someone
Is a world for him
That's over and done
In a split second
He relied on his training
Now, starts the finger pointing
Along with the blaming
Lawyers and judges will analyze
If his decision making was right
But for now he lies in a hospital bed
Fighting for his life
(c) 6-20-2026
7-17-2026/RjH
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Author:
Raymond Hansell (Pseudonym) (
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Protect and serve. A difficult job often thankless. A brotherhood that is tighter than husband and wife. To put one's life on the line only to be judged for one's decisions. So easy to judge after the fact. Well written
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