I restored this old toolbox over the last several weeks. I bought it cheap and spent way too much time on it. I didn’t even really want to do it in a thin blue line theme. I find myself burnt out on blue line stuff. As I sat on my couch last night, screwing in the screws on the top, I heard the news that a Terre Haute police officer was killed. I got to thinking, the thin blue line is so much more than license plates, stickers, shirts, and all the other stuff people slap a blue line on. The blue line I grew up holding in such reverence is still the brotherhood. It represents all of us who have chosen a life of sacrifice, and service, and pain, and continue to come to work every day because if we don’t do it, who will? I recently heard about a shortage of police officers in Indiana. It may be nationwide. People don’t want to be cops anymore. I can’t blame them one bit. But a shortage of police officers means longer hours, more shifts, later retirements. Will we complain? Sure. It’s what we do. But we’ll still put on our vests, drop a gun in our holsters, and go. We’ll go to your unruly kid; we’ll go when your neighbors fence has leaned too far; we’ll go when you’ve locked your keys in your car for the third time this month. We’ll go when you’re hurt; we’ll go when you’re scared; we’ll go when no one else will. We are that thin blue line that faces the darkness in this world. We know that to turn from the darkness will allow it to steal the light of those we’re sworn to protect.
I’ve heard a lot lately about there being a war on police officers. Take a minute to read the social media comments on officer down posts and you’ll see how much support we still have. Listen when people thank you for your service. Take a minute and let someone pray for you when they ask. There are people that wish us harm, but brothers, there are a whole lot more that want us safe. You say there’s a war on cops? Our army is bigger. Our army is stronger. Our brotherhood has been fighting this war a hell of a lot longer than these thugs have and we learn from every single mistake. We won’t lose this war. We won’t falter in the fight. We will lose damn good men along the way, but we owe it to those men to keep fighting.
Hold the line, Brothers, we need to more than ever.