I went to a dinner last night with a curious little club formed 25 years ago by a friend, a now-retired police Constable. I am now a member of this dinner club – I sat at a table with 10 men – one a younger, still working officer, the others all retired, some for quite some time. The gentleman who sat next to me now writes historical fiction eBooks. So we chatted about publishing and marketing and editing for the eBook market. He uses American publishers who publish only eBooks – but the rest of their work is, as far as I can tell, identical to legacy publishing – editing, copy editing, marketing.
Mostly, however, I listened to shop talk – tales of people injured or dying in accidents and how officers deal with that emotionally, of arrests made, of amusing incidents, of family, ordinary chat about houses and cars and gardens and restaurants. All of which would make an interesting book, I think….. but too much on my plate at the moment.
There is something I have noticed about police officers that I have also seen in the faces of war veterans. There is a …… hmmmmm….. how to describe this….. a tightness about the mouth that you see in people who have seen horrible things and have had to be violent in a cause.