Last week, PC Keith Palmer gave his life protecting this city that is my home.
He was a husband. He was a dad. He was a police officer. And he was a thousand other things besides. I never had the privilege of knowing him – but I know what he was. ‘Hero’ barely even begins to cover it.
I didn’t actually know any Coppers before I joined the Met almost 25 years ago. Not a single one.
I knew about them of course: I saw them out on patrol; I watched them on TV; I got told off by one of them once for something I hadn’t done.
But I didn’t actually know any of them – what they were like; what made them tick. They were inhabitants of a world beyond my experience and understanding. That’s how it remains for most of us.
These days, I’m proud to count any number of them as friends. And I want you to know that the finest of them are as fine as people can be.
They are brave
Dear God, they are brave.
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