Ray was nervous as he adjusted his tie. His mother had already shined his buttons twice and had spent at least ten minutes brushing imaginary lint off his shoulder. Ray had to admit as embarrassing as it was to be an adult and have your mother make sure he was dressed properly, the fact she was proud of him meant he’d happily endure several hours of fussing.
She was sitting out there now with Maria. Ray hadn’t expected his Pop to come. The uniform Ray now wore was something his father thought of as the ultimate failure of Ray as a son but Ray didn’t care. He liked this uniform. Sure the shirt itched a little and his hat was a bit too big, causing it to fall forward slightly, but he’d earned the right to wear it. He’d managed to earn something on his own for the first time in his life.
He was a guy with a career, with a future, with the possibility of doing something good in his life and not wasting it playing pool and drinking beer. He looked at the star shaped shield on his chest, the silver a nice contrast against the navy blue. Chicago PD, he was part of the Chicago PD. He wore the uniform to prove it. And he was going show everybody it was more than the right to wear a uniform he was earning today.
He checked his gloves one last time. His palms were sweaty; he jest hoped his gloves would stay dry for the presentation. He took his position with the other graduating cadets. He took a deep breath as he walked forward with them, about to become a fully fledged cop, wearing his uniform with pride.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Graduation, due South, Vecchio, uniform, G
Date: 2007-03-30 09:12 pm (UTC)She was sitting out there now with Maria. Ray hadn’t expected his Pop to come. The uniform Ray now wore was something his father thought of as the ultimate failure of Ray as a son but Ray didn’t care. He liked this uniform. Sure the shirt itched a little and his hat was a bit too big, causing it to fall forward slightly, but he’d earned the right to wear it. He’d managed to earn something on his own for the first time in his life.
He was a guy with a career, with a future, with the possibility of doing something good in his life and not wasting it playing pool and drinking beer. He looked at the star shaped shield on his chest, the silver a nice contrast against the navy blue. Chicago PD, he was part of the Chicago PD. He wore the uniform to prove it. And he was going show everybody it was more than the right to wear a uniform he was earning today.
He checked his gloves one last time. His palms were sweaty; he jest hoped his gloves would stay dry for the presentation. He took his position with the other graduating cadets. He took a deep breath as he walked forward with them, about to become a fully fledged cop, wearing his uniform with pride.