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America
Under Attack
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Never
forget the victims and families of the unprovoked act of
war against America on September 11, 2001
See
our Dedication Page
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Honor
Guard Commanding Officer
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The
Honor Guard is continuously supported by the Chief of Police
Chief John R. Llewellynn |
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Dedications
and Poems to our
Fallen
Brothers and Sisters
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"Who
Cries For The COP
Who
cries for the COP...
Walking his beat.
Down a mean street..
Where violent men hold sway..
Where life is cheap...
And Death doth keep..
His tally day by day..
Who cries for the cop..
When assault is made..
With flashing blade..
And guns that shatter the night..
And scanners sound...
Of "Officer down !"
Tells of his helpless plight...
Who cries for the cop...
When ambulance wail.
Tells a mournful tale...
Bringing tears to a widow's eyes...
Who gives a damn..
When triggers slam...
And a brave policemen dies?
Who cries for the cop...
With bloodstained shield...
As life doth yield...
And his labored heartbeats stop?
Tell me true... I'm asking YOU...
Who cares ? Who cries for the COP?
Written by:
Thomas Cannon
from Richmond, Va
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Just Daddy
To everyone else you were
That man in blue,
The hero to those in need,
The enemy to those who were doing wrong.
You were the one to call when things were
bad,
You were a wonderful Son, husband, Father,
Friend.
You were always there when someone needed
you.
The strong one in times of trouble
The shoulder that you could cry on
The one that you could count on.
You were someone special to everyone,
And every life you touched.
But to me...
You were just Daddy!
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A
Policeman's Prayer
Lord, I ask for courage;
Courage to face and conquer my own fears...
Courage to take me where others will not go.
I ask for strength;
Strength of body to protect others...
Strength of spirit to lead others.
I ask dedication;
Dedication to my job to do it well...
Dedication to my community to keep it safe.
Give me, Lord, concern;
For all those who trust me...
And compassion for those who need me
And, please, Lord, through it all; be at my
side.
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Prayer
of :
Trooper
George L. Hanna, Jr.
1946-1983
My Lord
God, I have no idea where I am going. I do
not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know
for certain where it will end. Nor do I really
know myself, and the fact that I think I am
following your will does not mean that I am
actually doing so. But I believe that the
desire to please you does in fact please you.
And I hope I have that desire in all that
I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything
apart from that desire. And I know that if
I do this you will lead me by the road, though
I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will
trust you always though I may seem to be lost
and in the shadow of death. I will not fear,
for you are ever with me, and you will never
leave me to face my perils alone.
From; Thoughts
in Solitude
By; Thomas
Merton
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The
Badge
A cop was killed one somber night,
They buried him today.
He gave his life to do a job.
A wooden box his pay.
Taps were played and the shots were
fired
That signified the loss.
They echoed 'cross the lonely land.
All eyes stared at the cross.
The folded flag was passed along
To his widow's shaking hands.
She held her daughter in her arms,
And answered her demands.
"So cry, my dear, don't hold
it back,
Don't lock it up inside.
We loved him so and he loved us,
He served his land with pride."
"He gave his life to do a job,
That others could not do.
He proudly wore that silver shield,
With pride we'll miss him too."
The young lass, with tear-filled eyes,
Then turned and faced her mother.
"This promise I give, I vow today,
I'll never give another."
"Some day I too will wear the
blue
And stand among the best.
I'll serve my land and do my job,
Dad's badge pinned to my chest."
"But if I too should fall some
day,
Fighting to hold that line,
Then take the badge from off my chest,
Give me my box of pine."
"And take that badge and keep
it bright,
For there will come another,
Who'll pin it on a shirt of blue,
And swear that oath of honor."
"And while he stands with lifted
hand,
His chest filled out with pride,
Beside and behind will stand the ones
Who served, who fought, who died."
Though officers die, families cry,
Others will come along,
To take the badge so worn with pride,
To try and right the wrong.
It's those who watch while others
serve,
Who owe a debt not small.
These ones in blue, with silver shield,
Stand firm, stand fast, stand tall.
©
1999 Officer Rick Young
Vancouver, WA PD
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The Hat That
I Wear
I work in a place that most would not dare
Many types of hats they ask me to wear
Like a Doctor, a Lawyer, a Referee for a few
A Mechanic, a Bouncer, a Psychologist too
From a baby not breathing, to a bat in the
house
To counseling those who fight with their spouse
I'm called on to help with a car that won't
run
And to find the bad guy, a man with a gun
All types of diplomas, all kinds of degrees
Are needed by others who do jobs like these
There are no fancy papers in frames on my
wall
But I'm always there when you need me and
call
Ready to answer any call that might come
All types of hats though I wear just but one
For the hat that I wear is not fancy or bold
It is simple, dark blue with a shield of gold
By Marc A. Turner Copyright/2000 www.blueautumn.com
TEARS
OF A COP
I have been where you fear to be.
I have seen what you fear to see.
I have done what you fear to do.
All these things I've done for you.
I am the one you lean upon.
The one you cast your scorn upon.
The one you bring your troubles to,
All these people I've been
for you.
The one you ask to stand apart.
The one you feel should have no heart.
The one you call the officer in blue.
But I am human, just like you.
And through the years I've come to
see
That I am not what you ask of me.
So take this badge and take this gun.
Will you take it?
Will anyone?
And when you watch a person die,
And hear a battered baby cry.
Then so you think that you can be
All those things you ask of me?
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