Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Trooper Watson, it has been 91 years since you were taken from us. New England law enforcement has continued to thrive, learn and become safer due to the traditions and sacrifices you, your family, and many others have made for us. Thank you for your law enforcement service

Chief (Ret) Steven Marshall
Georges Mills, NH

October 23, 2023

Trooper Watson,
On today, the 90th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of the state of Connecticut.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

October 22, 2022

Gone but not Forgotten Brother! Rest in Peace.

TFC Len Widener
CSP H

September 29, 2015

Rest in Peace, Trooper Watson. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

February 1, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 79th anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Your sacrifice was made so many years ago. Time never diminishes respect. Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mom of fallen officer Larry Lasater. Pittsburg Police Dept., eow 4/24

October 22, 2011

Trooper Watson, thank you for your service and sacrifice.

Sergeant
Connecticut State Police

October 22, 2010

Trooper Watson, my thoughts and prayers are with you on this day. Thank You for your service. Never Forget.

Sergeant
Connecticut State Police

October 22, 2009

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

Van DenBerghe
NH

October 19, 2007

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.
By
Author Unknown

Motor Unit
Newington CT PD

September 8, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer D.Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

October 22, 2006

Thank you for your service to your state. You are remembered. Rest in peace.

A citizen

October 22, 2004