Patrolman Arthur Pelo New York City Housing Authority Police Department New York Saturday, September 25, 1971  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

Rest in peace brother officer

Captain Cedric Raymond
N.Y.P.D
2009-09-26

Thanks for your service. I will say a prayer for you and your family tonight. We got it from here brother...

Deputy Sheriff
Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department
2009-04-22

Artie, it's 38 years ago, today since you left us. I rmeember it like it was yesterday. Always in my thoughts and prayers Artie. Rest in Peace.

Lt Steve Mandelbaum
Retired NYC Housing Police Dept
2008-09-25

Artie.I remmber that day like yesterday. Had dinner with Three of the guys who were also there. We had you in our prays..Rest in Peace

Lt. Bill Miley Retired
Housing Police
2008-01-02

"The Badge"

He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.

He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.

Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.

He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.

His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.

He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.

And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.

But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.

Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.

Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.

So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.

In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.

Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.

Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
2007-12-20

Hi Artie,
Merry Christmas in Heaven. It seems like yesterday we were all hanging out. Al Callori and I always talk about you. Bobby Befumo and Noto too. Peace.
Babe

friend
2007-12-19

"The Badge"

He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.

He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.

Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.

He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.

His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.

He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.

And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.

But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.

Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.

Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.

So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.

In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.

Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.

Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
2007-12-19

Artie, it's 36 years ago today that you left us. I remember the day like it was yesterday and it was a day that i will never forget. Rest in Peace Artie.

Lieutenant Steven Mandelbaum RET
NYC Housing PD
2007-09-25

You will never be forgotten! God Bless the Pelo family, friends & NYPD.

Ret. PO
City of Miami PD Fla.
2007-09-25

WE GREW UP TOGETHER LIVING RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO EACH OTHER AND WORKED TOGETHER IN THE DRUGSTORE. WE ATE TOGETHER, PLAYED TOGETHER AND ALWAYS HUNG OUT IN THE PLAYGROUND IN THE BACK OF THE BUILDING. WE DISAGREED ON EVERYTHING AND STILL WERE ALWAYS GOOD FRIENDS.YOU WERE A GOOD KID AND I MISS YOU.
GARY

GARY POSILKIN

2006-12-10

Rest in Peace.

Atlanta, GA
Former NYPD
2006-07-07

I can remember long ago hanging out at Handfingers on Avenue X. Talking, laughing, just enjoying the good times with many friends. I especially remember when we would quietly walk away from noise and the crowd so we could steal a few minutes alone. I think of you often...

Be at peace Artie,

Suzi Brown Eyes

Susan
Friend
2006-06-24

You were a very special friend. I will always remember you when we used to hang out at Handfingers so many years ago when we all had no problems and were happy and carefree. I will also always remember that fateful day when I heard the news of your tragic death. You were handsome and proud in life and at the wake. You will always be remembered in my heart ,

joyce
high school friend
2006-05-09

The housing neighborhoods you served were much safer when you were on patrol. Your smile enriched the community. Your charisma gave new meaning to protector where many followed.Housing developments are much safer, thanks to you. You are a true hero.
Your family, friends and associates keep you always close in their hearts.
Your Cousin Anthony

Borough Administrator- Anthony Pattay
New York City Housing Authority
2005-06-30