Trooper John Harris

Trooper John Harris

Mississippi Department of Public Safety - Mississippi Highway Patrol, Mississippi

End of Watch Friday, May 28, 2021

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John Harris

Trooper John Harris was struck and killed by a tractor-trailer on State Highway 16 near Old Yazoo City Road in Madison County.

He was making a traffic stop when he was struck by the semi.

Trooper Harris is survived by his wife, son, and daughter.

Bio

  • Age Not available
  • Tour Not available
  • Badge Z-21

Incident Details

  • Cause Struck by vehicle

traffic stop

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My brother, dear God, please not my brother. I have lost brothers in blue before but NEVER a man I’ve looked in his eyes and physically bled with. Never a man who I have shared deep laughter with, life stories with, hard conversations with, straight up cried with. I have never lost a teammate. I have never lost a classmate this way. I have never lost one of my closest friends, a Trooper who deserved to wear this d*** patch on his shoulder more than I EVER will. To say that Trooper John Martin Harris didn’t earn every single stitch in that blue and gray uniform - that any Trooper would lay down their lives for - would be a flat out lie. I have never met a man who deserved my respect more than he because he earned it.

If you’ve never been to the Mississippi Highway Patrol, training academy, me telling you it’s the roughest thing you’ll ever experience in your life just won’t resonate the same. It just won’t sink in. It just won’t do the school justice. To put it into perspective, 134 men and 6 women started my class. Most young, most extremely healthy, most in the best physical shape of their lives, most without any prior injury. I was 23 years old. John Harris was 40 years old, with 21 hard years of experience as a police officer and a survivor of two gunshot wounds from two separate officer involved shootings. hell, Harris still had a bullet lodged inside of his hip. Harris caught absolute hell in patrol school but he completed every single exercise, every single repetition, every single mile, and then some. He made it look so d*** easy when I was feeling sorry for myself. John Harris refused to quit despite having every viable excuse to do so. He earned my respect long before graduation but he was one of ONLY 57 that I had the absolute honor to earn the title of Trooper alongside. He was my friend. He was my ride or die on the interdiction team. I’ll never forget the time John Harris, my own d*** teammate, spiked my patrol car during a 151 MPH pursuit. Spikes went flying at least 70 feet in the air and Harris left them right in the middle of the road because my car went down and he knew I needed him. Harris was right there with me snatching 5 bad guys out at gunpoint and laughing about it afterwards. Harris was the person I called when I needed someone to walk into the depths of hell and fight with me or just someone to talk to & express my feelings to.

But man if he could see me now, crying over him, he’d tell me to tighten up. Get over it, stop being so soft. He’d look at me and say “Paige, are you crying? hell no, not over me you ain’t” and you’d find a way to make me laugh. I’m so upset Harris! Because from day one I always asked you why the hell would you start all over when you had enough time to retire! You would always say “man, I love it. I love it. I’m not retiring anytime soon” and you meant it. You loved this patch ten times more than any other man who’s ever worn it.

We shouldn’t be having to do this. There shouldn’t be a funeral procession right now, with a sea of blue lights, hundreds of cars, and thousands of people waving flags honoring your name. Our state flag shouldn’t be ordered at half staff. We SHOULDN’T be having to do this. Not for you. Not now bro. Troopers don’t die, that was day one week one stuff Harris! A lesson we all learned and believed with all of our hearts.

When I got the call, I straight blacked out. Hurt so badly I just wanted to scream and yell and curse. It still doesn’t even feel real, I had just stood next to you days ago. You, Beard and I made plans man! Plans to come stay with you and burn up YOUR highway. I mean it’s just not fair that I’ve lost one of my best friends. I want to question God and ask him why, why now? Why Harris? What about his family? Why take my brother from me when I need him? His kids, man, his kids need him. I want to be selfish, I want to understand the things that I do not understand. I want to stop hurting. I want to stop crying. I want for one more time to hear Harris say “that’s a fact” but I know God has a plan beyond my comprehension. I wish I could share every memory I have of you so everyone would understand why you meant so d*** much to so many people.

Harris, I love you brother. I’m so very sorry that I wasn’t there working with you this week. To Kate, John loved you so so so very much. So much that I don’t think words could even begin to make you fathom the amount of love he had for you. We would talk on the phone or in person when he came to the Coast and he would go on and on about how much he loved his family, about how he wanted us to get together more. I’m so sorry that we didn’t capitalize on that sooner. He would always say he “ran the house” but we both knew that wasn’t the truth. When you called he always changed his tune from smoking and joking to that of a family man checking in on his wife and kids. I’m sure you heard his nickname was Shirts, do you know how he got it? We gave him hell because on a week long detail up on I-22, my man said he had to go back to the hotel to change his shirt. A few HOURS later we get to looking and I see his car laid back in the wind headed south towards Madison County. I called him laughing and asked him if he left his d*** shirts at the house and he said he had to get home to his family a day early. I now have two of his shirts hanging up in my patrol car and I wish so badly that I could give them to him, see him wearing them again standing in front of me. To Coop and Parker, I promise you will never have to wonder how much your father loved you for his brothers will fill the gap. You won’t understand it now but every single thing he did was to help you grow big and strong and smart. He was so proud of you both. Your daddy was the biggest, strongest, bravest superhero I’ve ever known - just like you both always thought.

Harris was a jam up Trooper, a d*** good drug interdictor, a hell OF AN ENFORCER, and an absolute friend to all. We must carry on that tradition.

I love you brother. I promise you will not be forgotten. I will see you on the other side my dear friend. Until we meet again there C-45.

Rest In Peace Mississippi State Trooper John Martin Harris Z-21
End of Watch : May 28, 2021

Trooper Kyle Paige
Mississippi Highway Patrol

August 5, 2021

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