Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Police Officer James Jones Auter

Philadelphia Police Department, Pennsylvania

End of Watch Thursday, October 15, 1953

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Reflections for Police Officer James Jones Auter

Rest In Peace Brother. We thank you for your service and sacrifice to this country. You are not forgotten.

Officer Mike Robinson, (Ret)
Upland Police Dept. CA

October 15, 2017

I would like to thank you for your service and dedication to protect and serve. Although i never got to meet you Grand Pop your memory will always be close to my heart.

Love always,
Your Grandson Jason W. Saunders

Jason Wayne Saunders
Grandson

March 27, 2016

To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 60th anniversary year of your death. I am privileged 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.

Phyllis Lasater Loya
mom of fallen officer Larry Lasater

November 15, 2013

May you always rest in peace and know that you will always be remembered.

Cpl/1 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police

October 15, 2007

We remember you today and thank you Sir for your service.

Pat Van Den Berghe, Manchester, NH
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

October 12, 2007

Godspeed Officer Auter


The Final Inspection

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"


Author Unknown

Donna
citizen of Philadelphia

October 15, 2005

We can be sure that you served your citizens faithfully and well. The circumstances of your passing are not needed to know that. Rest in peace, hero.

A citizen

October 15, 2004

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