the job
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
He drives to work day in and day out. While he's on his way to his job his mind is racing with thoughts of what if. Walking in things seem different today the air is thick and heavy you could almost cut it with a butter knife. 3 hours later the tension is bout to explode he removes himself out of his current location and into a safe location his instincts are telling him to get out. 10 minutes later it happens it kicks off. They are going crazy yet he maintains his cool. This is HIS building and these guys are NOT getting out. What is this man you ask, well he's a correctional officer NOT a prison guard. Yes thats what most people know him as but he's a proffesional. They are getting worse the middle wing is on fire and they are trying to break the glass on the emergency exit. Calmly he gets back on the radio J-3 to radio picket. Radio picket comes back Radio picket go ahead J-3. He keys up and calmly says radio picket this is officer brown on J-3 the inmates are now trying to break the glass on the emergency door requesting b response be activated, and then a pound on the front door, his gray wave has showed up. As he briefs his lt. he comes back on the radio J-3 officer brown to radio picket i am relinquishing command to lieutenant. 10 minutes later the gas is flying in the wing and the cloud is so thick you cant even see out of the pod. He and the team go in and restrain the inmates and lead them out of the gas. After everything has settled down and the shift has passed he's walking out and hears that last clang of that last crash gate and knows that through the actions and the unsung heroism that night another night has passed that he knows he has done his job. The job not everyone can do and many have failed at, and thats keeping the worst of society behind that perimeter fence. At anyone time he knows he's outnumberd at least 30 to one but yet he walks out. He walks out with his pride and integrity in check and intact. Correctional officers are truely the unsung hero's of law enforcement we are outnumbered and though not on the front lines we are still in one of the most dangerous proffessions there is. Next time your in texas and you see a man or a woman wearing the gray uniform stop and thank them if it wasnt for them the worst of society would STILL be in society.
