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Special
Extra Earnings for Military Service
Since 1957, if you had military service earnings for active duty (including
active duty for training), you paid Social Security taxes on those earnings.
Since 1988, inactive duty service in the Armed Forces reserves (such
as weekend drills) has also been covered by Social Security.
Under certain circumstances, special extra earnings for your military
service from 1957 through 2001 can be credited to your record for Social
Security purposes. These extra earnings credits may help you qualify
for Social Security or increase the amount of your Social Security benefit.
Special extra earnings credits are granted for periods of active duty
or active duty for training. Special extra earnings credits are not
granted for inactive duty training.
If your active military service occurred:
From 1957 through 1967, we will add the extra credits
to your record when you apply for Social Security benefits.
From 1968 through 2001, you do not need to do anything
to receive these extra credits. The credits were automatically added
to your record.
After 2001, there are no special extra earnings credits
for military service.
How
You Get Credit For Special Extra Earnings
The information that follows applies only to active duty military
service earnings from 1957 through 2001. Here's how the special extra
earnings are credited on your record:
Service in 1957 Through 1977:
You are credited with $300 in additional earnings for each calendar
quarter in which you received active duty basic pay.
Service in 1978 through 2001:
For every $300 in active duty basic pay, you are credited with an additional
$100 in earnings up to a maximum of $1,200 a year. If you enlisted after
September 7, 1980, and didn't complete at least 24 months of active
duty or your full tour, you may not be able to receive the additional
earnings. Check with Social Security for details
When Cops Retire
When a good man leaves the "job" and retires to a better life,
many are jealous, some are pleased and yet others, who may have already
retired, wonder. We wonder if he [she] knows what they are leaving behind,
because we already know. We know, for example, that after a lifetime
of camaraderie that few experience, it will remain as a longing for
those past times.
We know in the law enforcement life there is a fellowship which lasts
long after the uniforms are hung up in the back of the closet. We know
even if he throws them away, they will be on him with every step and
breath that remains in his frame. We also know how the very bearing
of the man speaks of what he was and in his heart still is.
These are the burdens of the job. You will still look at people suspiciously,
still see what others do not see or choose to ignore and always will
look at the rest of the law enforcement world with a respect for what
they do; only grown in a lifetime of knowing. Never think for one moment
you are escaping from the life. You are only escaping the "job"
and we are merely allowing you to leave "active" duty.
So what I wish for you is that whenever you ease into retirement, in
your heart you never forget for one moment that "Blessed are the
Peacemakers for they shall be called children of God," and you
are still a member of the greatest fraternity the world has ever known.
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The
Goodbye Letter
A
father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was
nicely made, and everything was picked up.
Then,
he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed,
"Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and
read the letter, with trembling hands.
Dear
Dad,
It
is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you.
I
had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene
with Mom and you.
I've
been finding real passion with Debbie, and she is so nice, but I knew
you would not approve of her, because of all her piercing, tattoos, her
tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.
But
it's not only the passion... Dad she's pregnant.
Debbie
said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and
has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.
We
share a dream of having many more children.
Debbie
has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone.
We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people
in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In
the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Debbie
can get better. She sure deserves it!!
Don't
worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself.
Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your
grandchildren.
Love,
Your
son,
John
P.
S.
Dad,
None of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to
remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's
in my center desk drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come
home.
Tailgating
A driver did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk even though
he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.
The tailgating woman behind him went ballistic, pounding on her horn and
screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to drive through the
intersection with him. Still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window
and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer
ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police
station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed, and placed
in a cell.
After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened
the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting
officer was waiting with her personal effects. He said, "I'm awfully
sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you
were blowing your horn, flipping the guy off in front of you, and cussing
a blue
streak at him. I noticed the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'What
Would Jesus Do' bumper sticker, the 'Follow Me to Sunday School' bumper
sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk."
Naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car.
A Poem
The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"
The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."
I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I'vewept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgment of his god.
"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out.I seem to fit neatly into the category where you've placed me.
I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized, classified, grouped, and
always typical.
Unfortunately, the reverse is true, I can never figure you out.
From birth you teach your children that I'm the bogeyman,
then you're shocked when they identify with my traditional enemy...
the criminal!
You accuse me of coddling criminals... until I catch your kids doing
wrong.
You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day,
but point me out as a loafer for having one cup.
You pride yourself on your manners,
but think nothing of disrupting my meals with your troubles.
You raise hell with the guy who cuts you off in traffic,
but let me catch you doing the same thing and I'm picking on you.
You know all the traffic laws...
but you've never gotten a single ticket you deserve.
You shout "foul" if you observe me driving fast to a call,
but raise the roof if I take more than ten seconds to respond to your
complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me,
but call it police brutality if I strike back.
You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a tooth or your
doctor how to take out an appendix, yet you are always willing to give
me pointers on the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody nose from anyone
else,
but expect me to take it without batting an eye.
You yell something's got to be done to fight crime,
but you can't be bothered to get involved.
You have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I change a
flat for your wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car,
or perhaps save your son's life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work
many hours overtime looking for your lost daughter.
So, Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox and rant and rave
about the way I do my work, calling me every name in the book, but never
stop to think that your property, family, or maybe even your life depends
on me or one of my buddies. Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me... the lousy cop!
The author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown of the Virginia
State Police, USA. He was killed in the line of duty two months after
writing the article.
This is a one page document by an officer writing to
the community.
- "An
Appeaser is one who feeds the crocodile, hoping he will be eaten
last.” --Winston Churchill
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