You Don't Remember Me, Do You

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"You Don't Remember Me, Do You …" was written as a memorial to fallen officers, sure, but even more it is meant as a tribute to the officer who goes to work everyday and does all the little things required to keep our society safe and orderly.

Scores of officers are killed in the line of duty all across the nation.  They are fittingly remembered by agencies that mourn their loss and praise their service.  Many thousands more serve faithfully for years and fade into anonymity never having a highway, park or municipal building named in their honor.

Mississippi State Trooper Danny Nash died on a lonely stretch of U.S. Highway 84 in Southwest Mississippi on February 4, 1983.  He was shot by a Georgia Jail Escapee only fifty-three days after graduating from the Mississippi Highway Patrol Training Academy.  He was a good friend.

Another good friend, Wayne Cameron, died peacefully on Christmas Day, 2012, after serving twenty years with the Mississippi Highway Patrol and then another twelve years with the Lamar County Sheriff's Department.  He retired from Law Enforcement in 2001.

Wayne was the very first person to read "You Don't Remember Me, Do You …" While sitting across the table from me in a local convenience store, he pushed the pages back to me with tears in his eyes and said, "Yeah, that's pretty good!" I knew if what I had written stirred the emotion of a thirty-two year law enforcement veteran like Wayne Cameron, others may also be moved, and hopefully, would take a moment to reflect on what those of us who carry a gun and badge contribute to this great nation.

"You Don't Remember Me, Do You…" is for friends like Danny and Wayne and the people who loved them.

Tim Lindsey
Lamar 6

 

You Don’t Remember Me, Do You …

by Tim Lindsey,

Lamar County, MS Sheriff’s Dept.

 

You don’t remember me, do you …

I was the one who unlocked your car

after you accidentally locked the keys and your baby up at the mall.

I was the one who gave you a ride to the gas station

when you ran out of gas on that backroad.

I was the one who changed your tire

because you couldn’t figure out how to work the stupid scissor jack.

I was the one who directed you safely through that busy intersection

when the traffic signals weren’t working.

I was the one who gave you a jump start

after you left your lights on.

You don’t remember me, do you …

I was the one who found the item

that identified the guy who raped your daughter.

I was the one who spent my days off in court

to testify and help convict the man who beat your son so badly.

I was the one who located your grandmother in the woods that night

when it was 22 degrees and she had wandered away from the nursing home.

I was the one who loaned you the raincoat

the night we stood and watched your house burn.

I was the one who talked with you for two hours

about your son running away from home.

You don’t remember me, do you …

I was the one who held your hand,

wiped the blood out of your eyes, and calmed you down

while the Fire Department cut you out of what was left of your car.

I was the one who called you at 2 a.m.

to come pick up your 16 year old daughter

because she had been drinking too much.

I was the one who knocked on your door at 4 a.m.

to let you know your 16 year old daughter

would never be coming home again.

I was the one who did CPR on your 3 year old

after you found him in the pool.

I was the one who helped deliver your new baby

when you didn’t quite make it to the ER.

You don’t remember me, do you …

I was the one who got the snake out of your bathroom around midnight.

I was the one who got my knees and elbows scraped up

fighting with the shoplifter with your carton of cigarettes.

I was the one who took your son for a “ride-along”

so he could see what it was really like.

I was the one who gave you the right directions

so you wouldn’t miss that business meeting.

I was the one who stopped you

to let you know your right rear tire was going flat.

You don’t remember me, do you …

I was the one who escorted your son’s funeral procession

from the church to the cemetery

and cried behind my sunglasses because he was my friend, too.

I was the one who watched over your place

while you were on vacation.

I was the one who worked for you on Christmas Day

so you could be off with your family.

I was the one who joked around with you

after your truck got hit by a train

and you walked away without a scratch.

I was the one who was able to talk your husband

into going into counseling with you.

You don’t remember me, do you …

I was the one who got shot when I pulled over a car

for a traffic violation and the driver turned out to be an escaped convict

who had sworn he would never go back to prison.

Oh, by the way, my memorial service is at 2 p.m.

Will you remember me now?

 

 

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