Patrolman Paul Michael Kennefick Metropolitan Police Department Massachusetts Wednesday, July 14, 1982  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

Paul frequently worked traffic and other details at our large church-school complex that bordered a busy Metro roadway. My officers were professionals, not 'rent-a-cops', and we had excellent working relationships with all the men and women of the Blue Hills Division, but Paul was a favorite whose presence was always welcome. He was a gentleman, a pleasure to work with, fun, and a great police officer, who took the job seriously and did it well. We had the privilege and honor to work with him the night before he was killed and to salute him as he was laid to rest. Paul, you're still fondly remembered these many years later by myself, Ron, Brian, and Dave. May your memory be eternal.

Neil Foley, Deputy Chief
Annunciation Cathedral PD
2009-03-22

"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
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and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
2008-02-18

Patrolman Kennefick,
On today, the 25th anniversary of your death, I would like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of the Metropolitan District.

R.I.P.
Anonymous

Anonymous

2007-07-14

Patrolman Kennefick, it's been 24 years today since your fatal car accident. The Metropolitan Police may be gone, but your memory lives on, especially in the hearts and minds of those you left behind. I know you never truly left them.

God Bless and may you continue to Rest in Peace, Brother.

Ptl. Jim Leahy, Jr.
Harvard University Police Dept.
2006-07-14