You're Fired

You know, a cop like Charlie has seen it all.

My next tour I was designated Patrol Supervisor. I would be out with the cops on patrol. But that’s another story. As the early morning dawn came it was time for me to go home.

On the way to my my car, I ran into Jimmy McVey coming out of the Cop Bar. He was shielding his eyes from the morning sun. Jimmy did the entire tour at the bar with his pals, drinking and most likely telling war stories.

“Hey, Frankie Boy” he jovially said, “how’s about a drink?”

“Yea, sure Jimmy, one for the road” I smilingly said as Jimmy slapped my shoulder.

I guess I was now getting inducted into the Ninth Pct. Sergeant’s club.





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