Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Corporal Carl Joel Norris

Dallas Police Department, Texas

End of Watch Wednesday, March 2, 1983

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Reflections for Corporal Carl Joel Norris

Rest in peace Corporal Norris.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

June 30, 2019

I have not nor will I ever forget you and our times together. Though it was too brief, I learned much from you...about the work and about life. You were one of the few truly good to the core men I have known.

You left much too early.

Joe Kendall #3465
DPD 1972-1978

February 23, 2016

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 29th anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was murdered on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

I pray for solace for all those who love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever. Your family is in my heart's embrace. Thanks to your family and friends for sharing their memories and devotion to you through their reflections.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

March 2, 2012

I went to elementary school with one daughter of Corporal Norris. I did not know him, but I knew that her father was a police officer. Being in the 6th grade at that time I thought that was so cool. I just wanted the family of Corporal Norris to know that he is remembered.

Police Officer
Mesquite Police Dept

April 19, 2008

Carl: I was an FTO working NW Patrol when you died. As the first order of business on the first night I worked with a new rookie, we went to two sacred spots: First, was where C.O. Brewer, the first known DPD Officer to die in the line of duty was gunned down; and Second, was where the latest DPD Officer killed in the line of duty, died. When we arrived, I asked if the rookie knew where we were, and why we were were there. Most did not. My mission was to insure that the lessons to be learned from those who patrolled the streets ahead of us were not lost. We stood there, where you and the others died, and talked about what we could do to help insure that we went home at the end of each watch. The lessons you taught there along Stemmons Freeway were valuable, and your sacrifice not in vain. God bless you, Brother, and rest in peace.

S.S. Scholl #4459
Dallas Police Department '80-'86

March 21, 2008

"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
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

February 5, 2008

This was a very good and close friend. I first met him in 1957. To his friends he was known as Arkey being from Arkansas. We had children about the same time. Our 1st born were girls and the nwxt ones, I had a boy and Arkey had another daughter. Arkey and I attended alot of high school games and since our kids attended Mesquite schools we were true the the Skeeters. We worked the Mesquite home games for about 3 years as spotters in the press box. My 2nd wife and Arkeys wife worked together at the time of his death. I shall always remember his freindship and I have alot of good memories of our relationship with our families.

Ray McLarty

June 15, 2007

Carl was Older brother, he loved to have fun and enjoyed doing what he done for a living. He rode motors for the dept for a few yrs and he used to come by my place when he didn't have a partner and asked if I would like to ride along with him. I have a 18 yr old son now and although he never got to meet his uncle, he too wants to become a police officer to carry on a family tradition. We all miss him greatly. The Lord has one great officer patroling the Heavens with Him.

A.L. Norris

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