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Police Officer John Kingsley Palmer

Ridgefield Police Department, Connecticut

End of Watch Sunday, July 31, 1932

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Reflections for Police Officer John Kingsley Palmer

Officer Palmer,
On today, the 86th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Ridgefield. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

July 31, 2018

To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 81rst anniversary year of your death. I am priviliged to be among the first to leave a tribute to you. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer who was murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered. Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Lasater Loya
mom of fallen Pittsburg (CA) officer Larry Lasater

January 24, 2013

Rest in Peace, Officer Palmer. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

February 4, 2012

It sounds like thunder far away, but the skies are blue and bright...
And soon they crest the hill nearby, and ride into our sight.
They shake the ground with powerful sound, and they make some hearts beat fast...
They look so proud and noble, like Knights come from the past.
Side by side, they always ride, and seem to move as one...
From early in the morning light, to the setting of the sun.
And children point and wave to them, from cars that pass them by...
And young ones ask their parents, why the men have mirrors for eyes.
They ride the roads, and fight for good, and defend small ones like you...
They ask to ride, and do with pride, and sometimes they are few.
Like men of steel, on Silver Wings, they sparkle in the light...
then with a roar and rumble, they ride out of our sight.
Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.
Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground.
So if you see one riding, and you look into his face...
You see your reflection in his eyes, you know that you are safe.
For motormen are a special breed, they love to ride the wind...
And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen ones ride again.
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Author Unknown

Motor Unit
Newington CT PD

September 8, 2007

Dear Grandpa, I never knew you but your son my father spoke of you often. He was proud of you. As am I.

Melissa J Palmer
granddaughter

June 3, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer D.Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

July 31, 2006

No fallen officer should be without a reflection.

You are gone, but not forgotten, Officer Palmer. Rest in peace.

Kelly M

July 31, 2005

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