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Trooper Pearle E. Roberts

Connecticut State Police, Connecticut

End of Watch Saturday, November 25, 1922

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Connecticut State Police remember agency’s first trooper killed on duty
By Tara O'Neill Saturday November 25, 2017
CT POST

Saturday marks 95 years since Connecticut State Police lost their first trooper in the line of duty.

Trooper Pearle Roberts died on Nov. 25, 1922. State Police said he was fatally injured in a motorcycle accident while on duty in New Haven.
The agency was founded in 1903. Roberts’ death came nearly 20 years later.

Police Officer-retired
NYPD

November 25, 2017

It has now been 90 years, that you passed. As the First Fallen CT State Trooper you are remembered always and shall be never forgotten. Your dedication to duty in such hard times was a great sacrafice for you and your family. Bless you and them always. RIP Brother Roaddog.

TFC Len Widener
Connecticut State Police

November 25, 2012

Rest in Peace, Trooper Roberts. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

February 1, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 88th anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mom of fallen officer Larry Lasater

November 25, 2010

Trooper Roberts,

May you rest in Peace and may your family continue to carry your great name for decades to come.

Vince Iello
NYPD Retired

November 1, 2010

My thoughts and prayers are with you on this day. Thank you for your service.

Sergeant
Connecticut State Police

November 25, 2009

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

Pat Van Den Berghe, Manchester, NH
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

November 27, 2007

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.
By
Author Unknown

Motor Unit
Newington CT PD

September 8, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer D.Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

November 28, 2006

The members of Blue Knights Missouri Chapter VII send our sympathies to Officer Roberts and his family. You are not forgotten.

Doug Eatherton
St. Louis City Police

October 13, 2004

As you now Know, Jesus Loves You, so do we!

Ret Officer RB WAde
Richmond,VA Police

November 20, 2003

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