This page is dedicated to the members of the Maryland State Police who
          bravely gave their lives that others may enjoy a better quality of life.

          Fallen Heroes
          of

          The Maryland State Police

          The Fallen Heroes Memorial was dedicated on December 5, 1989 at the Maryland State Police Headquarters compound. The monument is constructed of marble and cast bronze. It was designed by Lieutenant John Sawa, Retired MSP, (Deceased).

          The memorial monument was funded through private donations and through the generosity of the Maryland State Police Alumni Association, employees of the Maryland State Police and friends.

          Former Superintendant of the Maryland State Police, Colonel E. H. Tippett, was instrumental in the development and construction of this permanent memorial to Maryland State Police Fallen Heroes.

          This monument, now and for years to come will honor Maryland's State Troopers, who died in the line of duty and will recognize them for their service and sacrifices they made.

          The Maryland State Police Alumni Association, Inc. will continue, in loving memory, to assist in keeping the monument in excellent condition along with the grounds surrounding it. We will never, never, never forget these Troopers.


          "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 SUSPECT WHO 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

          PART OF THE AREA THAT HE PATROLLED WAS A BATTLEFIELD TOO,

          JUST AS IF HE'D 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

          YEP, SOMEBODY KILLED A POLICEMAN TODAY.

          IN YOUR TOWN OR MINE

          WHILE WE SLEPT IN COMFORT BEHIND LOCKED DOORS,

          A POLICE OFFICER PUT HIS LIFE ON THE LINE

          NOW HIS GHOST DRIVES A BEAT ON A DARK COUNTRY ROAD,

          AND HE SITS AT EACH NEW ROOKIES SIDE

          HE ANSWERED THE CALL, OF HIMSELF GAVE HIS ALL

          AND A PART OF AMERICA DIED.


          The Trooper 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, Trooper.
          How shall I deal with you?
          Have you always turned the other cheek?
          To my church have you been true?"

          The Trooper 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 just got too steep.

          "And I've 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 folks 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 saints had often trod,
          As the Trooper waited quietly, for the
          Judgement of his God.

          "Step forward now, my Trooper. You've
          Borne your burdens well.
          Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
          You've done your time in Hell.

          Author Unknown

          The Trooper stood at the pearly gate,
          his face was worn and old.
          He meekly asked the man of fate,
          admission to the fold.

          "What have you done," St. Peter asked,
          "To seek admission here?"

          "I was a Trooper down on earth, for
          many, many a year." The gates moved open sharply, as St. Peter tolled the bell.

          "Come in and take a harp" he said,
          "You've had enough of Hell!"

          Author Sergeant Les Langford
          Utah Highway Patrol.

           

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