Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

I was on motors when you were transfered. We both lived in Sunrise and I dropped of a couple of used white motor shirts until you could get some ordered. You were a proud Coast Guardsman. We ribbed you about your bald spot and called you "Monk." The name seemed to fit. I cried at your funeral and hugged your wife. I told her how you weren't supposed to die. I see here now and then. She's doing fine. Rest in peace.

Sergeant James M. Wright (retired)
Fort Lauderdale (FL) Police Dept.

February 11, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

December 29, 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.

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Author Unknown

Rest in Peace, Brother…

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

March 17, 2006

Rest in peace.

Det. A. Johnson
FLPD

February 17, 2006

Dave,... I miss working with you and enjoying those Sunday morning coffee's I am sure that your keeping traffic under control on gods highways. Until we meet again, my friend,....

Sutton, M.S.
FLPD

December 23, 2005

I trained to be a Motor Officer in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. I loved your city and pray that you are now on patrol in Gods kingdom on your Harley. God will always be with you my brother.

MPO Paul Moeller
Joliet, IL. Police Department

October 8, 2005

Rest in peace motorman.

Inv. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Department