As this piece is being written, there are thousands of men and women in blue gearing up for yet another night that could be their last. As this piece is being written, there are thousands more who are happily bedding down for the night—having survived yet another day on the streets. Some of them serve our smaller communities in towns unknown. Others patrol the streets of places like New York, Los Angeles, Dallas, Atlanta, Boston, Chicago, etc.
What they all have in common is an undying, deep desire to serve those who can’t help themselves. They do this day in and day out, under great pressure and with little fanfare. But they don’t do it for adulation or praise. They do it because they have to. They do it because no one else will.
They do it because some humans have a primal instinct to protect their own—and do damage to others who wish to stand in the way of peace.
They are a metaphorical and physical wall, a wall between good and evil. They are a line. They are the Thin Blue Line.