 | Patrolman John Davenport Cunningham
South Carolina Highway Patrol
South Carolina
Thursday, June 1, 1933 |
Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten. Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.
2007-06-01
MY BROTHER, 73 YEARS HAS PAST SINCE YOU MADE THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE. YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND MAY YOU REST IN PEACE. A HERO FOR SURE. CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RET.
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.
2006-06-01
It may have taken years, but we are proud that you are given the recognition and honor that you deserve. You dedicated your life to the citizens of South Carolina, and you will not be forgotten.
You and your brothers in blue and gray are remembered as heroes, and we honor you!
Now you truly can Rest in Peace,
Lois F. Rao
Surviving Mother
SCHP Senior Trooper Michael J. Rao
End of Watch: June 12, 2002
Lois F. Rao
Surviving Mother
2006-04-17
Rest in peace, Sir! You are not forgotten. Police Officer
2006-04-13
Thank you for your service to the citizens of South Carolina. Rest in peace. State Constable J.L. Green
S.C. State Constables
2006-04-13
Patrolman Cunningham,
It has taken over 72 years, but you are finally being honored. I would like to say thank you for your service to the citizens of the state of South Carolina.
R.I.P.
Anonymous
2006-04-12
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.
By
Author Unknown
Rest in Peace, Brother…
Corporal Gregory A. Cohn
Florida Highway Patrol - St. Augustine
2006-04-12
OFFICER THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE.REST IN PEACE. GILBERT DANIEL
2006-04-12
Rest in Peace. Federal Agent
Former NYPD
2006-04-12
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