Policemen deliver lectures, babies and bad news. They are required to have the wisdom of Solomon, the disposition of a lamb and muscles of steel, and are often accused of having a heart to match. He is the one who rings the doorbell, swallows hard, and announces the passing of a loved one, then spends the rest of the day wondering why he took such a crummy job. Policemen, on television, are oafs, who couldn't find a bull fiddle inside a telephone booth. When he serves a summons, he is a monster.
Policemen work around the clock, split shifts.
Policemen have homes, some of them are covered with ivy, but most of them mortages. His credit is good, that is very helpful, because his salary isn't. Policemen see more misery, bloodshed, trouble and sunrises that the aveage person. Like the postman, a policeman must be out in all kinds of weather. His uniform changes with the climate, but his outlook on life remains the same, mostly a blank, but always hoping for a better world.