Today's OneWord: Badge

I wear my badge on the right side of my chest, so when they come after me with blades and bullets, they don't get to my heart. See, two months ago, I almost quit the force. Too many bad apples in my unit. Hurting people, killing people. Wearing the uniform felt like wearing the pelt of a monster. It felt so cumbersome, too alien. Too hostile.

I can't leave my city unprotected. I'm there for the people. Fuck the chief and the department. If I'm going to wear my badge, I'm going to wear it when I march with the citizens.

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