There's this guy I met when I was in Iraq. He was part of a unit that defuses IEDs. On is way to defuse a bomb the convoy got hit with one. Everyone in his vehicle died except him. Somehow, he did not lose any of his limbs but walks with a limp, has major headaches, among other issues. He has to take like a dozen different medicine. He just moved to New York from Maryland recently with his wife. At the VA hospital on 23rd street they treat him like he's a drug user. Absolutely no respect for him and what he's done for his country. Luckily, he has a great wife but who knows how long that'll last.
Another person I know works for the organized crime control bureau, the NYPD detectives that investigate the mafia and other criminal enterprises in the City, along with the FBI. He tells me that sometimes they need someone to protect them from the animals they're investigating. It puts a strain on their families and can even lead to divorce. Some guys return to an empty home, eat sardine or take-outs for dinner, and sleep with their guns.
Another guy, in my building, used to work for the firm. He's in his 80s, lives alone and has no children. He drinks every single day. We are in the same lodge and after our meetings I have to take him up to his apartment. The stories he tells me pale in comparison to what he's going to leave behind.
There are other stories of divorces because agents have to be away from their families for so long that they hardly recognize each other. When I was growing up I always wanted to be a cop. Even today I'm thinking of becoming an auxiliary cop for weekend service (to add a little instability into my life). All these stories are giving me pause.
Moved to P&N because the thread is becoming rather politicized.
-Admin DrPizza
Another person I know works for the organized crime control bureau, the NYPD detectives that investigate the mafia and other criminal enterprises in the City, along with the FBI. He tells me that sometimes they need someone to protect them from the animals they're investigating. It puts a strain on their families and can even lead to divorce. Some guys return to an empty home, eat sardine or take-outs for dinner, and sleep with their guns.
Another guy, in my building, used to work for the firm. He's in his 80s, lives alone and has no children. He drinks every single day. We are in the same lodge and after our meetings I have to take him up to his apartment. The stories he tells me pale in comparison to what he's going to leave behind.
There are other stories of divorces because agents have to be away from their families for so long that they hardly recognize each other. When I was growing up I always wanted to be a cop. Even today I'm thinking of becoming an auxiliary cop for weekend service (to add a little instability into my life). All these stories are giving me pause.
Moved to P&N because the thread is becoming rather politicized.
-Admin DrPizza
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