Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Patrolman Harlan M. Smith

South Carolina Highway Patrol, South Carolina

End of Watch Monday, September 23, 1940

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Reflections for Patrolman Harlan M. Smith

Semper Fi motorman. You will always live in our hearts and minds. 79 years ago you gave your life way to young. But you had the high honor in being one of the finest and to serve your community riding proudly and with God. Thank you for your service.

State Traffic Officer 7185 and United St
California Highway Patrol/SLA Area 530

September 23, 2019

We will never forget you or your service to the citizens of the State of South Carolina. We honor you for your sacrifice.

Lois Fehrer Rao
Surviving Mother of SCHP Sr. Trp. Michael J. Rao, EOW 6/12/02

September 23, 2016

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 72nd 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.

Time never diminishes respect. You will always be remembered and revered.

Rest In Peace

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

September 23, 2012

Rest in peace motorman.

Offc. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Department

March 12, 2008

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer D.Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

September 23, 2006

ITS SOUNDS LIKE THUNDER FAR AWAY...

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

Rest in Peace, Brother…
“Former Motorman”

Corporal Gregory A. Cohn
Florida Highway Patrol - St. Augustine

June 1, 2006

09-23-03, MY BROTHER, IT HAS BEEN 63 YEARS SINCE YOU LEFT US. YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN. REST IN PEACE .

CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RETIRED
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.

September 23, 2003

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