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That one took me down memory lane, to a place I don’t like to go.

I served for 30 years as a patrol deputy, a detective, Sergeant and detective Sergeant.... and I have been retired for 12 years. About thirteen years ago one of my deputies, a dear friend, a good man to all, a christian who helped me to know Christ, a dad, a husband, author of comic and christian books for children, and on and on, left his tour of duty for the last time.

His name was Wally Davis. On an otherwise beautiful day in August, Wally was sent to an “unknown nuisance/noise” call. Wally walked up to the front door and before he could even knock, he was shot through the screen-door. The single shotgun blast removed most of his head.

He didn’t even have a chance to draw his weapon. He never even had a chance to think of his family...and his pregnant wife.

As the leader of the Hostage Negotiation Team, I spent the next 36 hours trying to get the murderer to surrender. He did finally give up. Sometimes I wish he had .... well, you know my wish.

I had enjoyed and been blessed with a very successful career of public service and crimefighting....but after that day, my heart was no longer where it needed to be....I knew I was done. About 2 years later I retired.

There is much more I could say, there is a larger story to tell, but I suddenly don’t feel like rambling on any further.

I am not sure what my point is.....

I believe that Wally is in Heaven, so maybe I will get to see him again.

May God Bless our fallen brothers and sisters....