MONTGOMERY COUNTY POLICE MEMORIAL 2011


5TH ANNUAL 
MONTGOMERY COUNTY LAW ENFORCEMENT
MEMORIAL CEREMONY





 

OFFICER DOWN MEMORIAL PAGE




IT'S NOT HOW THESE OFFICERS DIED 
THAT MADE THEM HERO'S
IT'S HOW THEY LIVED



































"The Final Inspection"

The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining.
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you? 
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges
can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep....
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here,
Lord, It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't.....I'll understand.

There was silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell."

Author Unknown


A PART OF AMERICA DIED 


Somebody killed a policeman today 
And a part of America died... 
A piece of our country he swore to protect 
Will be buried with him at his side. 
The beat that he walked was a battlefield, too, 
Just as if he had gone off to war; 
Though the flag of our nation won't fly at half-mast 
To his name they will add a gold star. 
The suspect that shot him will stand up in court 
With counsel demanding his rights, 
While a young, widowed mother must work for her kids 
And spend many long, lonely nights. 
Yes, somebody killed a policeman today... 
Maybe in your town or mine, 
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors 
A cop put his life on the line. 
Now his ghost walks the beat on a dark city street, 
And he stands at each new rookie's side: 
He answered the call . . . of himself he gave his all, 
And a part of America died... 

Deputy Sheriff Harry Koch
Maricopa AZ County Sheriff, Retired













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