It Was Twenty Years Ago, Today...

March Tenth of Nineteen Seven Five, a new class just begun,

One hundred plus, fresh new recruits, the members of Class One.

Men and women gathered round, bedlam reigned supreme,

We ranged in age from thirty-one, to babies of nineteen.

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Suddenly through all the noise, a voice was heard to yell,

Everyone form into ranks, and into line we fell.

The Chief and all his entourage, moved quickly into view,

To give the "Oath of Office", to an eager waiting crew.

Then it all was over, civilian life was done,

Police recruits, each one of us, had only just become.

Through the next two decades, time marching quickly by,

There have been many changes, and retirement is nigh.

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From Recruits to full fledged members, throughout our long careers,

We have gone through many stages, as we added up the years.

Nevermore the pisskids, we have passed through all those doors,

The kids around here call us all, three digit dinosaurs.

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We still have time ahead of us, a chance to be our best,

A lifetime of experience, has helped us pass the test.

So remember now with fondness, the times of yesterday,

And think about the time to come, before going on our way.

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Remember too, Rob Johnson, who we lost so early on,

As long as we remember him, he's never really gone.

Congratulations to us all, for Twenty years now done,

Through trials and tribulations, we've sure had lots of fun.

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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 95-03-10 (121)

DEDICATED TO ALL MEMBERS OF RECRUIT CLASS ONE