I did not write this , but copied it from my friends post and thought it hit the mark
Thanks Wayne Farmer for writing this so beautifully
In memory of colleague PC Keith Palmer and members of the public in London today
Friends often ask me, on hearing of a Police Officer’s death, ” did you know that officer?”
I would say…. ” What? You mean that lad who joined the Police Service because he wanted to help people, fight crime and make a difference to people’s lives. The officer who would walk the streets in the rain checking shop doorways while you were asleep in a warm bed, who would attend traffic accidents and try to ignore the horrors that he saw whilst being professional, the lad who would then have to go round to a home and tell the occupiers that their loved one had died in that wreck. That officer who would arrest some violent criminal, get injured in the process, spend hours on paperwork, be late home for dinner on lots of occasions only to see months later, that violent criminal walk free. That officer who stood behind a riot shield against an angry mob, in fear for his life but stood firm, protecting the people he chose to serve. That officer who missed many important family events because he was working ungodly hours patrolling the streets keeping them as safe as he could so that you and your family did not have to live in fear. That officer who would regularly be spat and called a pig, a thug, and a racist, but was in fact just like you, an ordinary lad but doing an extraordinary job in extremely difficult times…… Did i know that Police Officer who died?
I never met him / her before in my life……..
But YES, I knew him/ her , he was my colleague, my family, and I knew him very well…….