Trooper Carl P. Moller Connecticut State Police Connecticut Friday, February 13, 1976  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

I didn't realize this page was here. How incredible it is for me to know that after so many years my dad's memory is still alive. Thank you to everyone involved in the making of this page and to all those who continue to remember. I also want to thank the Connecticut State Police for making sure I was able to attend the 100th Anniversay Party. It is a memory I will always cherish.

Anonymous

2009-08-14

I thank you trooper Moller for assisting my cousin, Russell Richards that fateful day when you both were struck and killed by an intoxicated truck driver. It remains extremely devastating to our family to this day. God Bless you and Russell.

Anonymous

2009-03-26

Trooper Moller,
On today, the 33rd 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. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous

2009-02-13

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH
2008-01-13

"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
2007-12-09

Trooper Moller,may you rest in peace.

2005-12-11

I drove on your "Memorial" Road the other day near West Hartford and I wanted to leave a reflection. Trooper Moller, you are not forgotten. Thank you for your years of service...your life may have been cut short, but your memory lives on. God Bless You.

Connecticut Citizen

2004-01-07