Just a word now and then about working in a prison and for the Department Of Corrections. Plus a good bit of ranting here and there.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
Not A Fan Of The Band
Whenever one of ours passes away, they always get noticed. Whether they were a present employee or whether they retired years ago, they always get noticed and we remember them.
I hate wearing the black band on my badge. Because it means one of ours has passed and we are out a comrade and a friend.
Just like seeing the fine lads of the honor guard, with their highly polished boots and shiny brass and cocked berets. They look so solemn and professional and I am always proud to see them representing us.
But at the same time I hate to see them because most of the time it means that another one of us is gone.
It seems like these last couple of years have been particularly hard on us here in Raccoon City.
I've taken to carrying the band in my wallet.
Last week a tragedy took two of ours.
The rest of us are left to pick up the pieces.
Our lives are smaller because of their passing.
And there are two more who won't be at our backs when things go bad.
But if things go really bad I'll be in good company.
I'll leave my band for someone else to wear.