Policing has become the most urgent, complex, dangerous job in America today and yet, there seems to be no shortage of exceptional men and women who yearn for this job. We firmly believe that the desire to be a police officer, to aspire to that goal in life, is the same as the calling to become a priest or a doctor and should be regarded in the same manner. For many of us, that calling is a dream of the heart that longs to be satisfied. We say that the same spirit lives in the memory of each of our brother officers whose image appears upon this granite wall. As long as that spirit remains, as long as honor triumphs in our profession and is the foundation upon which our lives are built, we intend for this wall to stand.
Memories pass, as time runs short To days gone by, and battles fought.
Of bitter cold and lonely nights Watching, watching under corner lights. 10-13, a wife bereaved. Oh, how slow the cycles go, As tears are shed row by row. Another brother gone too soon. And for others who were there when.