Officers Log - 14th November 2008

Coffee and Donuts ... the bain of my life , where ever you look there they are littered all over the station like there a solid piece of furiture . The smell of stale and evergrowing case reports continue to hang around me like some vile disease .. oh yeah they smell .. each one stinks of corruption and an unjustifiable cause to resolve them without turning a blind eye or bending the rules of the legal system both of which have their good points and bad ones . Dispite the unseemingly endless piles of paperwork that continue to drown most of my time and energy , theres one thing that raises my sprits just a little .. the emergency calls. That moment when a 911 comes in you freeze .. your not sure why .. maybe its the fact that for the next hour or so during the "responce" your actions will have an affect on those you vowed to protect .

This was a run of the mill emergency call .. something you deal with everyday you wear a badge , the same badge that controls your life and every action you make for the next twenty or so years until you retire or get fired or lay down your life in the name of duty , law , order and justice.

Does dying for ones protection and safety make justice ?
what is justice ... is it the corruption that haunts the not so hollow corridors of the Hathian Police Department ... the times i see the Captain or Lieutenants conducting some random atrocity to someone in the street or behind station doors it makes you stop and think ... this job isnt about protection and safety of those who need help .. its about fighting your own personal crimes in ways that extend far beyond the calling of any justice system.