Courville Publishing proudly presents Badge 3483 A True Story by J. Charlene Genther
"By the time I was 16, I had formulated four goals for myself. Those goals were: to become a police officer, to have a baby by natural childbirth like my Cherokee ancestors, to kiss a woman and to sky dive. Accomplishing three out of four isn't too bad."
This highly personal and engaging work invites readers into the life of author Charlene Genther.

Genther describes her experiences as one of the first 100 female police to patrol the streets of Detroit, as well as her narrow escapes as a volunteer undercover narc. She relives the tragic family deaths and recounts graphic details of horrific crimes that took place in Detroit.

She tells of the ongoing harassment she endured from fellow officers and supervisors, the hellish condition of being forced to live in Detroit, and the heartbreak of leaving the profession she loved and wanted since she was five-years-old.

Genther also writes about Gloria, her spouse of nearly 30 years- the woman who stayed by her side through her days as a police officer as well as the aftermath that followed. She even shares the story of their thoughtful decision to have a child by alternative conception in 1983.

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"I could see the round pellets of buckshot perfectly sprayed out in his chest. There was a tight grouping about the size of a fifty-cent piece in the heart area. They then spread out into the shape your hand would take if your fingers were slightly open, all the way to the shoulder. But something was wrong. Something didn't seem right with his x-ray compared to all the other chest x-rays I had seen working as a medical assistant. What made his x-ray different? Then, I realized with a sad, overwhelming loss in my stomach what was wrong with Bob's x-ray. There was no heart. There was no white shadowy heart mass in the picture. He had totally destroyed his heart. Now I knew what caused the hole, the size of a dime, in Bob's sweater. He was 23 and dead before he even hit the floor."