What Are Policemen Made Of?

A Policeman is a composite of what all men are: mingling of saint and sinner, dust and deity.

Gulled statistics wave the fan over the stinkers and underscore instances of dishonesty and brutality because they are “new”. What they really mean is that they are exceptional, unusual, not commonplace.

Buried under the frost is the fact: Less than one-half of one percent of policemen misfit the uniform. That’s a better average than you’d find among clergy!

What is a policeman made of? He, of all men, is once the most needed and the most unwanted. He’s a strangely nameless creature who is “sir” to his face and “fuzz” to his back.

He must be such a diplomat that he can settle differences between individuals so that each will think he won.

But… If the policeman is neat, he’s conceited; if he’s careless, he’s a bum. If he’s pleasant, he’s flirting; if not, he’s a grouch.

He must make an instant decision which would require months for a lawyer to make.

But… If he hurries, he’s careless; if he’s deliberate, he’s lazy. He must be first to an accident and infallible with his diagnosis. He must be able to start breathing, stop bleeding, tie splints and, above all, be sure the victim goes home without a limp, or expect to be sued.

The police officer must know every gun, draw on the run, and hit where it doesn’t hurt. He must be able to whip two men twice his size and half his age without damaging his uniform and without being “brutal”. If you hit him, he’s a coward. If he hits you, he’s a bully.

A policeman must know everything — and not tell. He must know where all the sin is and not partake.

A policeman must, from a single strand of hair, be able to describe the crime, the weapon and the criminal — and tell you where the criminal is hiding.

But… If he catches the criminal, he’s lucky; if he doesn’t, he’s a dunce. If he gets promoted, he has political pull; if he doesn’t, he’s a dullard. The policeman must chase a bum lead to a dead-end, stake out ten nights to tag one witness who saw it happen — but refused to remember.

The policeman must be a minister, a social worker, a diplomat, a tough guy and a gentleman.

And, of course, he’d have to be genius… For he will have to feed a family on a policeman’s salary.

In God we trust; all others we run through NCIC. (National Crime Information Center)


    It is not just another profession

    On your soul this job leaves an impression

    The sights your eyes are forced to see

    Can make one for their sanity plea

    You take an oath to enforce the laws

    Then in the system you discover the flaws

    You risk your life each day you go to work

    Chasing and arresting some stupid jerk

    Then there are those moments when you think you

    Why you chose to do this job and to take a stand

    The look on a mothers face when you find her
    missing child

    Or when an air tight case against a thug you
    have compiled

    Some of the things you encounter you can never

    The thought of them brings on a cold sweat

    A childs lifeless body lying on the road

    People trapped in a vehicle about to explode

    Fresh blood steaming on a cold winter night

    From a young man stabbed to death in a fight

    A mothers screams of horror upon being told of
    her childs death

    The strong smell of alcohol on a drunk drivers

    What brings a person back to this job each day

    One thing for sure it is rarely the pay

    It has to be a calling of sort

    Because it sure has the makings of a life cut

    Whatever the reason that we heed the call

    Its a job that requires giving your all

    It takes support from people like you

    On those very tough days to get us through

    So when you see an officer in blue, brown or

    Take a moment and to GOD pray

    Pray for our families their support is a must

    Pray for our safety because ( IN GOD WE DO TRUST

    • Donna Marie Woodward

      Yes it is your blood an we as citizens appreciate all you sacrifice each an every day as you risk your life’s to protect ours Thank You All