Friday. A bunch of us wanted to tour Metro's Northeast Area Command, where Alyn worked. We got a glimpse at the inner workings of what he did on a daily basis. We saw his locker where he'd put his flip flops that he'd wear to work. We saw the conference room where metro's cops would start and finish their day.
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| Joe's brother, Scott, drove us around Las Vegas. His car broke down on our way to Area Command. He went back to Alyn's house to grab Alyn's truck. This is Alyn's truck in front of Metro's Northeast Area Command with the flag flying at half mast. |
We saw the SUV that Alyn and Igor had driven the day they were killed.
The officers that were on duty when we were there told us stories they remembered of Alyn. They showed us where he and Igor liked to sit; not too close to the front, but not too far back that they couldn't submit their pearls of wisdom.
I once thought cops were just out to get people, to make their lives a little more miserable. I once thought cops were invincible. I once thought cops were heartless machines. I once thought cops didn't feel. That has all changed.
Cops are human. Cops are brave. Cops are courageous. Cops are strong. Cops are my heroes. When danger stares us in the face, cops run toward that danger. They respond to the pleas of help. they put their lives on the line to save those around them.
Let's use sane judgment and correct information when we form our opinions. Let's appreciate our cops.
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