| This is my favorite law enforcement poem |
| The Trooper stood and faced his God, Which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, Trooper. How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?" The Trooper squared his shoulders and said, "No Lord, I guess I ain't, Because those of us who carry badges Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was rough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the highways are awfully rough. But I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills just got to steep. And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times a shook with fear. And sometimes, God forgive me, I wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here. They never wanted me around Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had to much, But if you don't...I'll understand." There was a silence all around the throne Where the Saints had often trod. As the Trooper waited quitely, for the judgement of his God. "Step forward now, Trooper, You've borne your burdens well. Come patrol a beat on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in hell." -Anonymous |
| THE FINAL INSPECTION |
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| The Moonshine Business is alive and well in South Georgia. This still was confiscated and the owner arrested in the Infamous woods of Echols County. (Note the 12 Gauge pellet pattern in the still) |
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| This is another angle from a dump truck versus a truck crash in Henry County back in 1995. Needless to say, the driver of the truck was rushed to Henry General Hospital. |