and for some reason this has been a really hard anniversary of dad's murder. I think this has been particularly hard because of the recent (over the last year) feelings of some, that law enforcement is the enemy. It has caused several ambushes that have made it difficult to not think of dad every time one of these incidents happen.
I think of these fine men and women who do what they do because they love it. Because they want to help people, yet every one of them wants and deserves to go home at the end of their shift. My heart goes out to all the families and friends (both by blood and badge) who love them and miss them. I don't know you, but I feel your pain every time I hear of one of them being gunned down. I know you will never be the same. Your life has changed forever and you will forever carry a hole in your heart that can't be fixed. I am so sorry.
I generally post a wonderful tribute to dad on this day but today, I'm doing something different. I'm finally going to let it all out. To say what I've wanted to say for so many years. I don't care if it shows no dignity or class, today, I don't care.
Claude Dallas, I'm tagging you on this post because I hope during an internet search that one of your "friends" will find this.
Bill Pogue and Conley Elms will never be forgotten. They were good men doing a good job. You, however, are a bloodsucking leach. You have sucked the life out of most everyone you have come in contact with. I've heard you spend your time looking over your shoulder - worried that someone may come for you. Well, keep looking. I hear that you won't stay anywhere long enough to get a drivers license, mail box, or leave any track. Good, that warms my heart. I hope you spend every day of the rest of your life wondering when and where. I hear about you and keep track of you. I often know where you are and what you're doing. You don't consume my thoughts or my life, but I watch you. I hope you never feel comfort or complete calm. I will now leave you with that...
