A Letter to the Man I Killed
Do you ever wonder what runs through the mind of a police officer who has to take a life?
The following thoughts are an officer's account of a deadly encounter. May we never forget the intense pain it causes the one who is forced to defend.
To the contrary, I consider “it” a visit from an old enemy. I sometimes welcome the nightmares, the gore, and the violence, to let “it” know, “it” will never get the best of me. The outcome is the same at its base. I live. Whatever attacks me does not. They fail; I survive. When I awaken from my sleep (If you can call it that) dripping slick with sweat, heart pounding, I am still alive!
Perhaps I’ll see you on the other side. That is, if you reconciled, and the angels came to take you away to Heaven that early summer morning. If so, maybe we can have that drink and share a meal?
If not, you made another bad choice, infinitely worse than the first, and I will never see you again.