Listen to One Flew Over the Policeman’s Nest

2002 and I'm working on the Americas Cup campaign and have the best job ever.  Syndicate, Hospitality and Super Yacht liaison officer...Blackheart campaign and all.  Then another few years working on squads that made me feel like a policeman again.  Threat Assessment Unit, Informant Management, Intelligence and..oh yes Operation Eight.  Kept me going for a few years before reality began to strike home again.

The protest on parliament's lawn in New Zealand was another place where the police have been used as the face of the government and given, protesters, rioters, criminals and anybody else who has nothing better to do with their time, the opportunity to take their anger out on the people who joined the police to protect them.  Did the police do a good job.  Bloody oath they did, and they did it without the tools, equipment and training that would have better equipped them.  Those failures are the responsibility of this and the other government's before them who all did their best to satisfy the minority at the expense of keeping the  majority safe.

I'd left the CIB and went back to my roots, a wooden top.  It was going well until I was responsible for a mans death.

Respite care sent was a result of not dealing with a previous breakdown in 1999.  I was still going to be useless after 2016 but at least I learned something.   Policing broke the camels back in 1999 but didn't do much to put me back on track.

If I thought I was at rock bottom I was sadly mistaken as a night in respite care crippled my mind and sent me downwards until I could go down no further.