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Police Officer II Mark Arlin Stall

Boise Police Department, Idaho

End of Watch Saturday, September 20, 1997

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Reflections for Police Officer II Mark Arlin Stall

Dear Daddy,
I will be twenty this year... saying it seems like its been so long since that night. You have been on my mind a lot lately and I felt compelled to tell you I love you. So much is changing in my life, and you're not here for it. I have a job, I am finishing my freshman year of college, I have a boyfriend, were promised by the way... hopefully a wedding isn't to far out. Me being the planner I am, I am already thinking about decorations and dresses... and every time I go through it, the fact that you wont be there reminds me of how much I miss you; not just now but in my life, always. I play imaginary father daughter dances in my head often...or that moment when you give me away and squeeze my hand as you go sit by mom whose tearing up in the front pew.
I don't think I knew how to grieve for you when I was little...every year affected me differently, mostly close to big events such as birthdays, anniversaries and the like. Its just lately... my heart seems very heavy with grief.
I have much to be thankful for. God has blessed me with a new dad that I love very much. Mom and Julia call often and my family supports me in every way they can. I just wanted to say I love you, and I am thinking about you.
Forever your daughter, Jonelle

Jonelle Stall

March 28, 2011

You would have been 43 today. I love you and miss you. Thank you for your courage, integrity and faith. So thankful that you loved the Lord and I will see you again.

Your cousin ,



November 17, 2010

Today is your birthday...we've missed out on 13 years of celebrating with you. 43 years old is what you would have been today...Wish we could have grown old together.
Miss you brother, more than ever!!

Louise Malone

November 17, 2010

Well, I never thought that I would write on one of these walls, but sometimes things just need to be said.
Mark, you are missed deeply. We wonder often what our family would be like if you were still here with us. No doubt, we would laugh alot and well, feel complete. You see no matter how much time elapses, we just don't get use to you not being here. We know we will see you again...there is comfort in that for sure.
Dad and Mom miss you something fierce. I guess one never gets over losing a child. Dad is so very proud of you and Mom, well, I see hurt in her eyes everytime she talks about you.
I think about our times growing up, camping, boating, hiking, laughing till our sides ached. Those are wonderful memories. I'm so thankful dad and mom took the time to help build those for us.
You have daughters to be very proud of, they are beautiful from the inside out. I see you in each of them. Brooke and Jo have become such great friends, Mark. I think you would be pleased about that. Cheryl has done well, although she miss you, her life is good and she is happy. We stay in touch and she will always be apart of our family.
I miss you, Mark.
Love you always!

Louise Malone

October 1, 2010

13 years ago I was going to sleep only to be awaken an hour or two later by my friend Joe Filicetti who told me to come to the hospital quickly. I called Buddy Jacob and we met there just as your life was ending. Then began a lifelong commitment to ensure your family was cared for.

They are beautiful, Mark. You would be so glad. Really miss you.

Ofc. Alan Hardwick
Edmonds PD (Boise PD 1993-2001)

September 20, 2010

Wow! It is THAT night again. I am thinking about you tonight and I'm saying a prayer for officers all across this land. I continue to take my students to your name on the wall in DC on our 8th grade trip each February. I use exerpts from your father in law's book to tell them your story. I tell them that the Constitution was designed to protect us from the evils of oppressive government. Then I remind them that police officers protect us every day from the evil of man's corrupted nature. I tell them that some day they will have to stand behind an officer for protection. Until then, they should stand before officers with respect and gratitude. On behalf of my wife and daughters, to every officer who reads this, thank you. Thank you Mark. Thank you officer Stall.

Dave Hill
Monta Vista Class of 1986

September 20, 2010

Today is the 2nd day since 4 other officers were executed in Washington state by a worthless, cowardly person. While thinking of this, I also think of you. I did not know you, but your picture hangs on the wall at the entrance to the locker room. It reminds me every day of what to remember as I step out on the road every day. It reminds me to be a good policeman to all I encounter. Of everything I have heard about you, it makes me think of how I wish I would have known you. You are, and always will be an inspiration to this department and the officers that enter that locker room daily.

Boise PD

December 2, 2009

Dear uncle Mark, it absolutely warms my heart to read how you touched every life you came into contact with! That really shows just how great of a person you were. You are such a great man and role model, I regret every day I didn't get to spend with you. Even though I miss you I rest assured knowing that I will one day get to see you again. You must be so proud of your girls, my how they have grown to be beautiful young ladies! Julia is, as has always been, the female version of you. She has the same warming smile and twinkle in her eye : ) Well just wanted to let you know I haven't and won't ever forget you. Love you always!

Danielle Rubey

September 23, 2009

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 12th 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.

You are loved and missed by so many. Your daughter's
poem is so touching. I hold your family in thought and prayer.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya


September 20, 2009

12 years today. In some ways it seems like it is not possible that it has been so long since we saw you last, but in some ways it seems so much longer. You and your family are always in our hearts. Your daughters are such beautiful reminders of the loving father you were.

We look forward to the eventual reunion...


September 20, 2009


A few days ago, my oldest son Logan (16) came upstairs imploring me to come to his computer and isolate myself for five minutes. I did, and was stunned and torn to read Jonelle's poem she wrote for you. Powerful. Logan was thinking about you and your family and did a little exploring, finding this site among others.

He was five years old in 1997. You had such an impact on Logan, as did Buddy, Shannon, and a few others. When you died, Logan - like many of us - had to deal with the reality that while the good guys are good, sometimes the good guys don't make it. It made him scared to think his dad may face the same fate someday.

We all miss you. You were my best friend, Mark. I still barbecue London Broil until it's black just for you. I frequently tell the story of you harassing Webb, Kerns, or Miller, or of your exploits of fishing line, your goofy laugh and droopy eye. You taught me more about latex paint and garbage disposals than I ever learned at Home Depot. You taught me about life without even trying. You taught me so much about the nexus of faith and courage. I think about Jonelle and Julia often; so glad to have an annual (or so) chat with Cheryl. She's a gem and is just the same as she always was. You would have been so proud of her that night in the hospital and in the days that followed. It's what every man, certainly every officer silently hopes their spouse will do in the face of tragedy. Love. Courage. Hope. Faith.

That night in 97 made all of us ask why we do this thing. Why do we elect to have 12 layers of scrutiny and criticism in a job that costs so much, an occupation that is despised by the loud and held dear by the silent? Why do we choose risk, ulcers, loss of love, and pain just so we can get a second job on the side? Your death forced these questions. It also revealed many beautiful, noble, and lasting answers. A great colleague called it "nobility of purpose."

This summer, we hope to come visit Boise and see your spot on the hill. We'll tell the story again.

See ya soon, dear friend.


Det. Alan Hardwick
Edmonds Police Department

February 25, 2009

Its been 11 years, and still doesnt seem to get much easier to talk about that tragic night. While I was home over Thanksgiving this year, my dad sat down with Brittany and I to tell us your story in detail. Not that we didnt know what had happened, but that most things were left censored for us young ones. We sat there for well over an hour while my dad drew maps, acted things out, choked back the tears while in great details giving us the deatils of all the memorial services, showed us newspapers, we listened to tapes, and laughed. We all sat there and cried for a while. Some tears were shed out of saddness, that we didnt get to be apart of all the wonderful things that the great city of Bosie did for you and the family. And my other tears fell thinking of my dad thoughts and feelings. He glows when he talks about you. You made him SO proud. He speaks with such honor and pride whenever he tells your story and past stories about you. I learned so much about you that night, About the incredible legend you have left behind here for us! I have this picture of you in my photo album in my room and every couple months i look through and remember back when i was probably around 6 years old and you were teaching all of us kids of to ski up in Shasta. And watching you do your crazy 'none-skiing' skills off the top of the house boat. You were pretty unbelievable!

Thank you for giving us Stalls a great definition to live by. Thank you for all you did!!! I Love You Uncle Mark. See you in Heaven!

And may I please tell you how BEAUTIFUL your girls are!!! Amazingly beautiful!!!

Bethany Stall

February 13, 2009

Officer Stall,

On this the anniversary of your leaving us in the physical sence, we pay tribute to your spirit. Please watch over us as we continue your fine work. Tonight the Morning Watch of the Henry County Georgia Police Department will hit the street in your honor. Rest in peace Sir, we'll take it from here.

For the entire Watch,
Lieutenant V.T.Rosen

Lieutenant V.T. Rosen
Henry County Police Department

September 20, 2008

Mark on the 11th Anniversay on that tragic day you are on my mind like you are a lot of days. A few weeks ago I went to a Street Survial class here in Boise. I hadn't been in almost ten fact I think the last time I went you were in the class. They told us about this website which I had forgot about. I found my post from years ago and felt ashamed I hadn't posted another one in so many years....I am sorry.

The class started out showing officers we had lost around the state in the line of duty. The last photograph they showed was you. There was probably forty-fifty Boise Police Officers in the class. As I looked around there were probably only ten of us even working for Boise when you were here. Eveybody else were all newer people....half of them I didn't even know their names. I felt like the old man in the class with all these new guys/gals.

Then I began to see the guys that worked with us on that night shift team. Most of these guys I hadn't seen in months or years since our career paths have all gone different directions. Yet it seemed like all of us caught each others glances and understood what was going through our minds. We all seemed to have the same look on our face. It was a look like we had lost something and seeing your picture was like a heavy weight on our hearts.

Every time I here "Lola" on the radio I still stop "clicking" through the channels to listen and think about the good times we had. I have been using Jo to babysit my boys. Evey time I see her I can't believe how she is grown from the pictures I saw of you and the girls together. She is a wonderful person and is great with my kids. I am sure you are proud of both of them.

Once again I am rambling on. Take care my will always be remembered. I miss you much!

Det. Monte Iverson
Boise Police Department

September 20, 2008

Officer Stall,
On today, the 11th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Boise. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.



September 20, 2008

Mark, our daughter Jo wrote this poem in May, and I thought it fitting to post it here for you on the 11th anniversary.

When The Sun Sets

She was the first he held that way,
And for him everything changed that day.
For now, he was a father.
She, his princess daughter.
And when she cried he would hold her,
And he would whisper “always and forever”

For when the sun sets, I believe in you.
When it rises, know, I will help you through.
When the wind blows, I am there
No matter what, Always and Forever

And up she grew
But his love she always knew.
He worked his job in the mid of night
Often gone past the morning light.
His other jobs too, called him away
But he would tell her every day

When the sun sets, I believe in you.
When it rises, know, I will help you through.
When the wind blows, I am there
No matter what, Always and Forever

Life was hard, now 6 years past
Since the day he first held her, it had gone so fast.
Her smile, he lived for.
Her childish happiness always made him soar.
And now her birthday, family cheers together
And he said “I love you forever!”

When the sun sets, I believe in you.
When it rises, know, I will help you through.
When the wind blows, I am there
No matter what, Always and Forever

Ten days later on a work night,
He gave her butterfly kisses and held her tight.
Only hours after, shots rang out…
After all isn’t that what service is about?
A heroes life never lasts,
And so on the father passed.

Thinking, when the sun sets, I believe in you.
When it rises, know, I will help you through.
When the wind blows, I am there
No matter what, Always and Forever

And daddy’s little girl cried
She cried for her daddy who had died.
Everywhere people tried to smile,
And help her through this tragic trial.
So finally she cried out “good bye father…”
And the breeze whispered back “I love you daughter”
And then she knew
No matter how old she grew
She would always remember

That every time the sun sets he believes in me.
When it rises he will help me through.
When the wind blows he is there
No matter what, Always and Forever.

Written by Jonelle Stall
Surviving Daughter of Mark A. Stall


September 20, 2008

I felt compelled to mention my admiration and affection for Mark and his dear family as yesterday marked what would have been his 40th birthday. Cheryl and I have been friends since high school. I was blessed to be part of Mark and Cheryl's wedding party and to get to know Mark when Cheryl and he were dating. He was very funny, devoted to Cheryl and his two girls, and a man of integrity. He was determined to do the right thing--always.

I will always carry Mark's memory with me. I have tremendous respect and gratitude for his service and deep sadness for the loss of his presence in the lives of his family and friends. God bless you, comfort you, and keep you dear Stall family.

With much love--Becky November 2007


November 18, 2007

"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

October 15, 2007

I salute you, Sir, on the 10th Anniversary of your brutal and tragic murder. Thank you for your bravery, service and sacrifice. You will FOREVER be a hero and will NEVER be forgotten. May God bless and comfort your family and friends. Until one day in Heaven we meet, keep walking your beat on the Golden Street watching over the thin blue line.

DET SGT, Retired
Fayetteville PD, AR

September 20, 2007

Ten years ago this month I received the call from Frank that brought the news. After I hung up the phone my mind was flooded with memories. I flashed back to our first day of kindergarten together. In first grade it snowed for the first time in twenty years and we got in trouble for throwing snowballs at the girls. Remember the food fight in sixth grade that landed the entire sixth grade class in the office? I think that yard duty lady is still there. The last time I saw you was at the grad party. We all said goodbye and went our separate ways the next morning. Most of us had no clue what we were called to do. You did. You had told me on many occasions that you wanted to be a cop. I was not surprised, therefore, when I learned that you were living your dream. I was also not surprised when I learned that you had become a father.

I was called to be a teacher. This is my seventeenth year teaching middle school. Each year I take about a hundred eighth graders to Washington D.C. for a study tour of our nation's capital. Each year I make it a priority to stop at the National Law Enforcement Memorial. I get the students off the bus, gather them around, and tell them your story. I tell them about you Mark. I always take with me our senior yearbook and show them your picture. I challenge them to live their lives in the service of others like you did. We then visit your name on the wall. While my chaperones get the students back on the bus, I usually linger for a bit to thank you again for having the courage to place yourself in the path of evil to protect the innocent.

I was single the year you gave your life. I am now married and have two beautiful daughters. Every time we are driving and see a police officer, we say a little prayer that God will keep that officer safe. I will teach them about you Mark...thank you for what you will teach them.

I will pray often for your wife and daughters, that "the peace of God which surpasses all comprehension will guard their hearts and their minds in Christ Jesus."

With the deepest respect,
Dave Hill

Dave Hill
Monta Vista Class of 1986

September 3, 2007

You were highlighted on the website tonite and I stopped by to learn more about you. Just like Jesus, you were a true servant. Time has not diminished your sacrifice. I'll meet you some day in a better place.
Lynn Kole
Washington State

April 24, 2007


Your portrait is now hanging in the hallway by the briefing room, along with the other Deputies killed in the line of duty here at West Hollywood Station.

Seeing that picture brings back so many good memories of when you were here. I rememeber when Fred Vaughn and I threw the M-80's up into the parking lot where you and Brian Hickey were writing paper; and how mad the two of you were at us! The two of you came scrambling down the ramp, guns out, thinking that you were taking rounds...only to find two of your shift mates laughing at the bottom!

The artist that painted your portrait caught the trademark 'cat got the canary' smile perfectly.

You are still remembered by the few of us that are still here at WHD that worked with you. My trainees are tasked on their first week here to research how you lived, and how you died.

When someone asks me about your picture, I say, "He was my partner, and more importantly, my friend"

"We Few; We happy few; We Band of Brothers; for whoever sheds his blood with me shall be my Brother"

Deputy Joseph Abercromby
Senior Field Training Officer
West Hollywood Patrol Station
Los Angeles Sheriff's Department

Deputy Joseph Abercromby
Los Angeles Sheriff's Dept

October 12, 2006

My thoughts are with your loved ones and close friends on this 9th anniversary of your end of watch. Even after almost a decade I know their broken hearts still shed tears. They will never forgoet you nor will the Blue Family ever let that happen. You are a true hero and heroes never die. Keep watch over your loved ones and those still out on patrol who are watching over the Thin Blue Line. You have not been forgotten.

Bob Gordon, father of fallen Chicago Officer
Michael P. Gordon, EOW: 8/8/04

Bob Gordon, Gold Star Father

September 20, 2006

I just received an email the other day regarding my 20th high school reunion and saw that their was a memorial page for our friends. I couldn't believe it when I saw Mark's name on the page. I regret not keeping in touch with my high school friends, it's hard when you move away. Mark and I were friends throughout our 4 years of high school and happened to walk home together almost daily! I remember stopping at the 7-11 for slushies. I remember running along the railroad tracks throwing rocks. I didn't know that Mark's life had taken him into law enforcement or to another part of the country as well. I never knew his wife or children. It's been 20 years since I've seen Mark and my heart is still breaking for his family. It's rare to find people who make a difference in the lives of so many - Mark was a wonderful guy in high school. I am sure he turned into a wonderful man and father. My prayers, thoughts, and love are being sent to his family - I only wish I knew sooner so I could send support then. I lost my mother this last year unexpectedly - and nothing prepares you for life without your loved one. Knowing that God has an ultimate plan helps - and seeing that Mark's law enforcement family still helps his family today is a sure sign that there ARE reasons for meeting people and having them influence your life, great or small. May God Bless You Stall family - I wish I had met you.

Teresa (Simons) Ziakas - Class of 1986 Monta Vista High School, Cupertino, CA

Teresa Ziakas

February 23, 2006

well man it's been some time sence i left you a message (sorry) I wanted to tell you thank you for being next to me that scary night.My partner and I were on patrol when we seen two men fighting we stoped to break it up when one man ran to his car,I gave chase and befor I could relize he was coming at us,I drew my wepon and fired, 4 feet before being run over I was moved and set a side. I know deep in my heart it was you and many more hero's watching over me that night. Thank you brother in blue

October 16, 2005

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