Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Trooper Michael J. Beylon

New Jersey State Police, New Jersey

End of Watch Monday, February 22, 1932

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Reflections for Trooper Michael J. Beylon

Michael Beylon was my second cousin, his mother being my grandfather's sister. A family hero, I only heard he was a fine man as a boy. I was born in 1942, Mike being 39 years my senior.

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second cousin

October 20, 2012

God Bless Uncle Mickey... you would have been so proud the way the town of North Plainfield honored you today. You will always be remembered.

April 25, 2008

Rest in peace TROOP, you are gone but not forgotten.

Kevin T Ryan
Ex Burlington County NJ Cop and Correction Sergeant

February 22, 2008

May you always rest in peace and know that you will never be forgotten.

Cpl/1 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police

February 22, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR DEDICATION AND SERVICE.

Van Den Berghe
MANCHESTER, NH

February 13, 2008

God Speed, Brother.

P.O.K.Murphy
Union PD, NJ

August 31, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

February 22, 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.

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Rest in Peace, Brother…

Corporal Gregory A. Cohn
Florida Highway Patrol - St. Augustine

March 2, 2006

Godspeed Trooper Beylon.

Detective T. Henshaw
Bell Gardens Police Dept., Ca.

August 26, 2004

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