A part of America died.
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,
The beat that he walked was a battlefield too,
Just as if he had gone off to war.
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 locked doors,
A cop put his life on the line.
Now his ghost walks a beat on the dark city street
And he stands at each rookie's side.
He answered the call, of himself gave his all
And a part of America died.
Detroit Police Officer Brian Huff Killed,
Four Other Officers Wounded.
This was the headlines I woke up to the Yesterday May 3rd,2010.
It's been a long time since I took off the uniform for the last time and pulled the pin, July 4th 1997 I declared my own personal Independence Day and retired after 25 years of service with the Detroit Police Department, but it still hits home when a Detroit Cop is killed in the line of duty, it's one of those things that you never get used to and I've had plenty of opportunities to get used to it. During my 25 years with the department their were 52 Officers killed in the line of duty, hell during my time in the academy and my first year on the street until I was confirmed as a REAL Policeman we experienced the worst time in Detroit Police history with 13 officers killed in the LOD. Needless to say my mother wasn't too pleased with my choice of occupation.
I didn't know everyone of the officers but I knew quite a few of them and three of them at one point or other were my scout car partners. You can leave the uniform behind but never the memories or the profession.
R.I.P. Brian
