A Veteran Cop Pens Open Letter to Rookie Officer

Open Letter

An open letter

The career of a police officer is measured differently than most other careers. A cops career typically lasts between 20-25 years (some of you freaks stay much longer than that).

This journey can be broken down into what I believe are 3 distinct phases.

1. The rookie years (otherwise known as the “good times”).

2. The middle years (aka “the grind”).

3. The golden years (or “how much will my retirement be after taxes?”).

Every cop experiences the 3 phases differently.

I could lie to you and say my career has been sunshine and rainbows but that would be a lie. Towards the end of the rookie phase is when a lot of cops decide if they can stick out until the end.

Many choose to cut their losses and pursue other, more safe and better paying careers.

Others, like me, decide to enter the grind and see where it leads.

In 2003, I was very close to turning in my badge. I was going through a very rough patch in my personal and professional life.

To say it was falling apart would be an understatement.

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(Disclaimer: No cop escapes pain or heartache during their lives or professional career. I am certain that my story may seem trivial to those who have suffered far worse.)


Several months ago, I read an article in a sports magazine that didn’t fit the typical writing style for this genre.

This particular athlete had defied all of the odds and had become a professional athlete despite many obstacles he would have to overcome.

The article, written by the athlete, was an open letter to his 18 year old younger self.

The letter was very effective in telling his personal journey through adversity in his attempt to make it into pro sports.

We all look back at different periods in our life that were exceptionally difficult. As we get older we look back at these events and wished we knew then what we know now.

They say your worst enemy is yourself. There is a lot of truth in that statement.

This article will be an attempt to reconcile the two.

The letter

Dear You,

This is your future self. I know, weird AF huh (meaning “as fuck”, we use acronyms and short phrases in the future).

For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to let you know how you are going to fare through the 3 phases of your career (even though you are still in the police academy).

And no, you don’t transfer over to the Fire Department. More on that stupid thought some other time.

We both know that sugar coating and touchy feelings are not who we are so this will be a brief letter.

Also, I’m not going to tell you everything so please don’t do anything stupid to cause a weird paradox or butterfly effect where this article will disappear while I’m writing it. (I know, you, us, we, etc.)

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Okay, let’s get on with it.

The rookie years – All I have to say is slow your roll.

I know that making that first arrest or chasing your first bad guy will literally give you a hard on but it won’t last long.

You see, being a cowboy or sheepdog, you will quickly discover, is not what society wants.

And I know that just getting out of the Marines will make this transition even more difficult.

Respect and honor, yes sir and yes ma’am, expecting people to follow orders and your commands, will be a fairy tale that you must let go of.

Please pay closer attention during any use of force or defensive tactics training you get during this phase.

All I will tell you is this, when you’re in the middle of it, you will think back to this training and be a little hard on yourself for not taking it more serious.

The bad guys don’t give a flying eff who you are or your background.

They will hurt you, punch you, kick you, stab you, shoot you, spit on you, and call your mother bad names.

They will even tell you that the pants they are wearing are not theirs.

Listen to the seasoned officers and take your time learning the job in the rookie phase.

It will pay off later.

The middle years – this is where most officers fuck up.

Either from cutting corners with the brass or forgetting about officer safety.

Also, this is when you will need to make the decision if you will gut it out until the end or look for some other job.

During this phase you will see many of your peers and friends leave the profession and move onto different career fields. You will be tempted greatly by the promise of brighter options and more lucrative compensation.

You will start to reflect on the past 10 to 12 years and wonder if your choice to be a cop was the right decision.

Also, getting married again or holding off even longer to get your college degree.

This is also when you are going to find your personal life in the toilet.

I’m not going to lie, it’s going to be rough. All cops go through this. Don’t try to escape it either.

It will only make it worse.

The golden years – Well if you are still reading this you are well into the back nine of your career.

For most police officers, by the time they get to this stage of the job, have made significant rank and are working at “The Mothership” aka Police Headquarters, enjoying their staff positions and working, at most, 3 days a week.

This will not be the case for you.


We both know that climbing the executive police leadership ladder was never really in the cards for you.

And that’s okay.

Your remaining years as a cop will be one of mentoring and nostalgia.

You and the other salts will tell your tired, worn out stories to any rookie nice enough to oblige them.

You will count down the months until you will be free of all the carnage and human misery that most humans get a pass on.

The day will come and it will all be over.

You’re back to being like everyone else again, a civilian, a father, a husband, a friend.

A normal, everyday nobody, without a clue and without a care.

And it will be okay.

Good luck,


P.S. Don’t ever, EVER, bring up the topic of AR-15’s around a bunch of cops. Just don’t do it.

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  1. Sarge, I can say that retirement isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. After 10 years as a medic and 20 years as a cop, I was forced to retire due to medical reasons. I wasn’t ready, and felt that I was in the prime of my career. But I figured that I’d make the best of it and try life as a civilian. Well, two years later I’m going out of my mind watching my brothers and sisters in blue standing the line against rioters in St Louis and I had enough. I contacted a fellow retired colleague who is the chief of a rural department now and obtained a part time position, reactivating my career. You see, I’d rather be standing the line against chaos and the anti police forces than watching it on TV.

    Best of all I get to bring my wood baton and blackjack out of retirement too. Old school all the way! I’ll let the young bucks play with their tasers and OC. Can’t wait to get back into the game.

  2. Very good article…I also want to add on that in your “golden years” you start to see the veterans of your rookie years get sick and start to die off…..

  3. Just shy of 8 months left of my 28 year career. Damn if I couldn’t have written that letter to myself word for word.

  4. Got me thinking. How about a letter from a 21 year old rookie to his retired 55 year old self. It would be something that he would use to keep himself in line, something along the lines of ‘ I’m going to do my very best for you, because when you read this you won’t be able to do the things I can do now’.

  5. Great article Sarge. I’m bridging into my golden years, but boy…were the middle years tough! I really liked the part when you talked about being in the Mothership in your golden years, but then said….but not you. That is me to a T and as a former Marine MP of 12 years, I totally get that reference as well. A hard lesson I had to learn was that LE agencies aren’t “Meritocracies,” they are very much a form of Nepotism (just replace family member with friend….or kiss ass!). You know what? I think I’ll write my younger self a letter!

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