Letters: Ode to our police officers

People showed their care, compassion and concern after police officers were brutally shot and killed in Dallas, Baton Rouge and San Diego.

But as always, once the news cycle quiets down a bit, people do what people do: They go back to their lives and forget.

Let us not forget that wearing blue means wives, husbands and children worry every day.

Let us not forget that wearing blue means you run toward danger, not away from it.

Let us not forget that wearing blue means it doesn’t matter if it’s hot, or raining, or snowing: You still do what your job requires.

Let us not forget that high salaries, long lunches, standard working hours and extended vacations just aren’t part of the gig.

Let us not forget that the job hurts, both mentally and physically.

Let us remember. And long after the reporters leave the scene and our lives return to normal, let us remember what it means to wear blue, with our time and with our treasure.

Because when you need an officer in blue, I promise that officer will remember you.