Dad was a chaplain with the St. Petersburg Police Department.  Here, his application letter:

Dear Sgt. Perez:

My maternal grandfather, Rudolph Brokopp, was a Chicago policeman and my hero.  When I was seven years old, one of my aunts asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.  I was in second grade at the time, and had just been taught by the nuns that when a man is ordained to the Sacred Priesthood, he is a priest forever.

My answer to my aunt was, I want to be a policeman first, and then after that I want to be a priest, because you cant quit that job.

I remember everyone in the room laughing, and my mother giving me a good hug.

Why do I want to be a Police Chaplain?  Because it seems as if that little seven-year-old boys dream might finally be fulfilled in Gods own way.  And I like to think that Grandpa Brokopp would be proud of me.