Clayton J. SeawellMinneapolis Police Department, Minnesota
End of Watch: Saturday, May 4, 1929
Reflections for Patrolman Clayton J. Seawell
To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 84th anniversary year of your death. I am priviliged to be among the first to leave a tribute to you. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer who was murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.
Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered. Rest In Peace
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05
May 10, 2013
I often tell people of the Grandfather that I never new. My Mom was a wonderful person who was 8 years old when you died. I think you were doing a wonderful thing by protecting the city of Minneapolis. I am very proud to talk about you to my daughter, your Great Granddaughter and to many others.
February 2, 2012
Thank you Ptl Seawell and your family for your service.
October 28, 2010
YOU ARE A HERO JUST BY THE PROFESSION YOU CHOSE
May 5, 2008
Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.
Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.
May 4, 2007
ITS SOUNDS LIKE THUNDER FAR AWAY...
It sounds like thunder far away, but the skies are blue and bright...
And soon they crest the hill nearby, and ride into our sight.
They shake the ground with powerful sound, and they make some hearts beat fast...
They look so proud and noble, like Knights come from the past.
Side by side, they always ride, and seem to move as one...
From early in the morning light, to the setting of the sun.
And children point and wave to them, from cars that pass them by...
And young ones ask their parents, why the men have mirrors for eyes.
They ride the roads, and fight for good, and defend small ones like you...
They ask to ride, and do with pride, and sometimes they are few.
Like men of steel, on Silver Wings, they sparkle in the light...
then with a roar and rumble, they ride out of our sight.
Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.
Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground.
So if you see one riding, and you look into his face...
You see your reflection in his eyes, you know that you are safe.
For motormen are a special breed, they love to ride the wind...
And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen ones ride again.
Corporal Gregory A. Cohn
Florida Highway Patrol - St. Augustine
February 26, 2006
On behalf of the members of Blue Knights Missouri Chapter VII, we send our sympathies to the family of Officer Seawell. God bless you all.
St. Louis City Police
May 29, 2005
Not forgotten. Rest in peace motorman.
Ofc. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Dept.
February 25, 2004
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