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" ONE NEVER KNOWS "
by Sgt Marc A. Turner

We answered the calls just as they’d come
A man with a knife, two more with a gun
Fights that broke out in back alleys and bars
Chasing down felons in fresh stolen cars

My partner and I were always ready for hell
We watched each others’ back, we did it quite well
We’ve been shot at and missed by thugs selling rocks
We’ve been battered from rooftops with garbage and blocks

The word on the street was we’d take no guff
The skells would say we were fair but damn tough
Yup, ready for anything I always said
Never surprised… until I learned he was dead

See my partner worked overtime he needed more pay
He had two little boys and a girl on the way
No it wasn’t a robbery or a felon on the run
He just stopped a kid, to say be careful, have fun

But the kid on the bike was high on cocaine
Now my partner lay dead, a bullet in his brain.
I miss him real bad, he thought just like me
When I’m walking my beat, his face I still see

Every call he is with me, still watching my back
His voice reminds me, don’t ever slack
Take nothing for granted, keep on your toes
Cause, when’s YOUR shift end…? One never knows.

© Marc A. Turner, Sergeant
Roxbury Twp PD NJ
neemar@bellatlantic.net