Really?  Some of us lived through stuff like this.

I was at Collingwood in 1986/87.  My partner at the time the late Phil Goss was very friendly with Julian Knights mother.   We often visited her home in Clifton Hill for a cup of tea.   One day I was introduced to a scrawny little prick called Julian who had a centipede growing on his top lip.   He had just returned from trying to stab a sergeant at Duntroon with his bayonet.

3 months leave after sitting an office.  And you bastards have the hide to limit police and former police access to a reasonable post traumatic stress life.