I tried to post the following on the law enforcement talk section of this forum but I do not have posting permission there. Maybe a MOD or ADMIN or perhaps one of you can move it over there if it is appropriate. I would really like law enforcement folks to be able to view it. For those of you in my line of work, this situation may be familiar. Perhaps it strikes a chord with you as well. ____________ I wrote a post in the concealed carry portion of this board that brought up an unpleasant memory. I did not go into detail in that post about it but I realized it might be worth sharing in this section. I am sharing this for several reasons. First, to show my respect and admiration for LEOs. Second, maybe it will help someone who is going through a difficult time. I am a full-time paramedic with 31years of combined fire/ems experience and I have worked in and around LEOs all that time. They have nearly always done the best they could in the difficult circumstances we face. It takes a special kind of person to perform your job and an even more special person to succeed in making it a career. Shortly after becoming a father and, in short order being promoted to field supervisor, I was sent to an officer down call involving shots fired. I was the first EMS resource there. It was a bad situation. He was ambushed and shot multiple times while pursuing a suspect. He did not survive. I was moved to write the following on my way back to the station. I was too upset to drive so I pulled over to compose myself. I felt the need to get my feelings out so I began to write. This came out of me. I also realized I did not know the officers name. Ive only shared this with a few people before now. Today I lost a friend. Signal 15..Officer down! My heart and thoughts raced as I sped to the scene, both afraid of what I would find. Were circumstances different, my friend would have been there- watching my back, protecting me and my partner, or taking the description of a suspect. Instead my friend lay there on the ground, felled by the bullets of someone who does not place the same value on life as my friend and I do. My friend was probably not in pain. He was probably not even aware at that moment of the frantic scene around him. But pain was there anyway, felt by his brother officers and the paramedics, who were all working to save his life. This cant be! said one officers eyes. Hang in there partner! said anothers as he held his hand. We saw and heard nothing outside of that desperate circle, intent on only one thing. I knew my friends chances were slim, but everyone worked as they had never worked before, giving him every chance they could. I left my friend at the hospital. We could do no more. We just stood around awkwardly, not sure what to do or able to turn it off, to disconnect from the tragedy. He was one of us. We shuffled off to clean the equipmen tand the ambulance, going about our normal duties after a call. We have to get ready for the next run. My heart protested. This isnt right. But my friend spoke to me from somewhere, saying we have a job to do, more people to help, and other friends out there that need us. I began to let my mind numb as I scrubbed away the life that had been. My friend wore blue and had a police officers badge. I wear blue and have a paramedics badge. We both serve and protect, but we do it in different ways. My friend left a wife and a baby behind, while mine are waiting for me to come home. My friend is gone now, and here I am driving back to the station. What do I do with this anger, this loss, this pain? I pull off the road and begin to write. My friend represented many things I admire. Honesty, bravery, integrity, Law and Order. There will be other friends that will appear in his place. We will work together at wrecks, shootings, fights and other situations, and I may never learn the name that goes with that face either. But that does not diminish the respect I have for them. It is a fact of life. But my friend will always be with me on the streets, alive in my heart and in my memories. I dont even know your name. But my friend, I salute you. EOW- September 19, 1996 In memory of Greenville City PD Officer James Russell Sorrow _______________________ Writing this down there on the side of the road was very theraputic for me and it helped me start to wrap my mind around the reasons why I was so devastated. I showed a few people what I wrote and many were moved to tears- at least those who understood. I want y'all to know that you have a big fan here and that your co-workers in the other emergency services appreciate what you do and the sacrifices you make for us and for your community. Thank You! -Joe Wanna kill these ads? We can help!