Andre Hartslief
These are the men and women of South Africa’s Knights of Justice.
They face mortal danger around every turn, where leaving their homes and actually returning alive after a grueling 12 hour shift is a bonus since, no less than 300 of them per year, won’t make it back home alive, or at best, will have suffered only a life-altering experience a consequence of a stray bullet or a perpetrator’s deliberately aimed gunshot.
These people eke out an existence in the sprawling metropolises that make up South Africa, a country, drunk on bloodlust and where 57 homicides are committed every day, most of which, these Knights of Justice of the South-African Police Service, readily lay their lives on the line for.
hmm. Nice Post I Read and Nice Wording//
If you are prowling busy streets, fast cars aren’t going to go very fast!
Hello, Indexer I probably should have written, they prowl the busy streets looking for possible criminal activity in progress or investigating suspicious actions and then, should it be a required action to take, such as chasing and apprehending a suspicious vehicle as a result of making an extremely rapid departure from the location of the law-enforcement officers. Oxford dictionary definition: Definition of prowl – (of a person or animal) move about restlessly and stealthily, especially in search of prey. In my choice of words, to use in the headline and teaser copy, I chose to place the accent on the word, “Restlessly” which indicates to me the possibility of impending motion.
They risk their lives every day. That number 57 every day, homicides, is out of control. Such a tragedy.
It sure is a tragedy, Carol. I’m glad I got out of law-enforcement after only 5 years, many years ago. I often joke about my only reason for having ever joined the police, was to meet my future wife.
Her and I both had dad’s in the South-African police when we signed up, 40 years ago.
I was there just long enough, to know what chasing down a car at high-speed feels like, single-handedly delivering a baby, talking a suicide out of jumping off a 20-floor building and walking 40 miles on one liter of water in 60 degrees in the Caprivi-Strip (oldest desert in the world, The NAMIB desert). Nope! there are way better guys than I, doing that mostly “thankless” job.