 | Lieutenant Jan Brinkers New York City Housing Authority Police Department New York Monday, May 4, 1981 |
Your sacrifice will not be forgotten LT...God bless.... Deputy Sheriff Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department 2009-07-09
I said a little prayer today for Lieutenant Brinkers and his family. He may be gone but never forgotten. He will always be a New York HERO. Robyn Wilkes
2009-04-21
When I was sick and fighting heart disease you were there to help. I will never forget your kindness.We graduated in 1966 together. Sgt. Robert Barbieri NYCHAPD Retired 2009-03-27
Lt.Brinkers looked out for me when I was relatively new on the job. I had an opportunity to repay him by being involved in the investigation that ultimately was responsible for the apprehension of the perp/s. We miss you,Lt. Rest in peace. Sgt.Marty Miller(Ret) NYCHAPD 2008-05-06
YOU ARE A HERO JUST BY THE PROFESSION YOU CHOSE VANDENBERGHE MANCHESTER, NHV 2008-05-05
Lt. Brinkers, On today, the 27th anniversary of your murder, I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice-not just for your community, but also for our Country when you served in the U.S. Army Reserve. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.
R.I.P. Anonymous Anonymous
2008-05-04
"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
Jan was a great Lieutenant, always there for the cops. I miss him, a good guy. Captain Floyd Berry NYCHAPD 2007-03-19
GOD BLESS YOU Detective Jim Mulligan NYPD 2006-05-04
Rest in peace, sir. You are not forgotten...........
2005-12-17
May God continue to grant you eternal rest and bring comfort and peace to your loved ones.
2005-01-12
Police Officers are part of a brotherhood that others will never know! Take care, Lt. Brinkers, we've got the watch from here!
Ofc. Culver, RJ Holly Hill Police Department, Volusia County, FL Ofc. Culver, RJ Holly Hill Police Department 2003-11-22
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