The Vietnam War had ended only
months before January 1, 1976. But I remember that New Year's Day well,
because Long Beach Police had just lost a third police officer killed in
the line of duty, within 90 days.
As a police officer, I shook hands with
many dignitaries, great (Ronald Reagan) and small (Jimmy Carter), and
countless politicians who came to Long Beach, California to get something
for themselves. Only one great man came to the City to help someone while
seeking nothing.
The news of another officer being killed on
duty devastated the department. We knew the coming tragedy for his family,
made worse by the depleted Widows and Orphans Fund. A good man, and
honorary member (supporting businessman) of the Long Beach Police
Officer's Association, Whitie Littlefield, phoned Frank Sinatra and
mentioned the three dead officers and the zero balance fund, to which
Frank Sinatra replied, "We've got to do something about that."
And he did.
Frank Sinatra quickly publicized a concert
at the giant Long Beach Arena, where all proceeds would go to the Long
Beach Police Windows and Orphans Fund. The show was sold out, and $250,000
was raised (which was big money back then!). The officer's wife and small
children were taken care of: home paid for, all bills paid, and
scholarships set up for the kids.
After the show, Frank Sinatra had just sang
"My Way", I was standing guard at the rear exit of the Arena,
waiting for old blue eyes to arrive at his limo. A small gathering of a
half dozen young people stood nearby: having left the show and walked
around the Arena to hopefully catch a glance of the legend. As Frank
approached the car he could see the gathering quietly standing and not
trying to mob him, and he said, "Officer, let them through." He
shook hands with everyone, signed his bazillionth autograph, and thanked
them for supporting the fundraiser. A first class gentleman.
Before getting into the limo, he turned and
shook my hand and said to hang in there that things would get better
(meaning, for the police department). And that's when I understood that
"My Way" ... his way ... was one of compassion and caring,
and ... doing something about that ... when he could.
Thanks, Frank ... we still
remember and are grateful for your kindness those twenty-two years ago . .
. and for the songs that helped us get through the war.