Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in peace Officer Stocker.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

March 22, 2019

A Hero in Heaven, always remembered and never forgotten.

Kim Weigand Mom of Sgt. Mike Weigand
PA C.O.P.S.

March 23, 2015

Thank you for your service and for helping to make America a safer place.

Deputy Brian Jones
Boulder County Sheriff's Office, CO

December 11, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 46th anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer who was murdered in the the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

March 23, 2012

Rest in Peace, Officer Stocker. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

February 5, 2012

When calamity comes, the wicked are brought down, but even in death the righteous have a refuge - Proverbs 14:32.

Never forgotten.

Constable Amanda Pandolfi #1249
York Regional Police, Ontario Canada

March 23, 2011

Another year has passed and you are still admired and respectfully remembered in the hearts and minds of so many. My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends on this anniversary of your EOW. You will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

March 23, 2010

The wicked flee where no man pursueth, but the righteous are bold as a lion
Proverbs 28:1

You are not forgotten, especially on the anniversery of your death.

Friend of Off. Kris Fairbanks RIP 9-20-08

K.L.

March 23, 2009

Officer Stocker,

I read your son, Scott's, reflection. Obviously he admires you and he longs to know you, but as he said, he was far too young when you died.

No one, or nothing on this earth, can bring you back nor can it send Scott back in time to meet you. So let me try to do the next best thing. Let me try to tell Scott this:

While it might be gainful for Scott to contact your friends and other officers you worked with, it sometimes is not only almost impossible to accomplish, but even when some people are located the contact can be less than rewarding.

I don't have any magic. The truth is that I don't know you myself. But I was a DC Metropolitan police officer, enlisting in November 1966 and a graduate of Class #191. I was assigned to the 13th Precinct which is now the Third District. I left to become a Pennsylvania state trooper.

Scott should know that you probably enlisted into the Metropolitan Police for the same reason a lot of us did. You needed a job. You wanted to be a cop. You were bound to make a life for yourself and for your family. To enjoy all that life has to offer.

Unfortunately, you had to enoounter what all of us who wear a badge fear the most-- a confrontation with an armed suspect. Some of us never admit our fears, but we all have them. We know what we can encounter, but we push it aside and rely upon our training, our wits, our fellow officers and our luck.

Officer Marvin Lee Stocker was as dedicated to his job as the Metropolitan police department could ever ask of one of their own. He was doing his job when suddenly it demanded the most from him. He did not flinch. He did not hesitate. He did not allow fear to overcome him. He surely, in the heat of the moment, thought of his family. Of what he could lose. He surely worried what his family would do without him if he did not survive. In spite of this, he chose to do his sworn duty as a cop. To think as a cop and act as a cop. To bring about justice even by risking his life. For his community, for his department, and for his family. In the process he died. He was a hero, but I am sure he would not want to be called a hero. I am sure he would rather be thought of as simply a cop who lived up to a lawman's creed to lie down his life rather than swerve from the path of duty. To be a soldier of the law. He did that. And, he did it well. He did it so that another cop might not have to face this same scoundrel who hid like a rat and chose to bring down a law officer who was brave enough to pursue him. An officer with the courage to risk his life to arrest a pathethic and craven criminal. A bushwacker. A coward who would kill a police offcer by surprise and without warning. To bring down a hero -- Officer Marvin Lee Stocker -- who would leave behind a small boy who would grow wonder about his father and long to know him.

Wonder no more, Scott. Officer Marvin Lee Stocker was a man. And a courageous one. He was cop's cop. He was what all of us who wear a uniform would ever hope to be. A person of character and an individual who would place himself upon the altar of sacrifice rather than try to live wondering or not he was made of the right stuff to pin on a badge. One his family could honor and be proud of. One who loved his son, his daughter and his wife. Why else would he risk all to suffer no shame? He was the bravest of heroes. He was a model for every police officer that would work along side of him and follow him. Scott, he was your father and you can be damned proud of him. May God rest his soul!

Cpl. Ralph D. Fiorenza (Ret.)
Pennsylvania State Police

May 14, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

February 27, 2008

To my Father,
I never got the chance to say I love you because I was too young. Here is my chance "I Love you". I grew up woundering what it would have been like having you around. I have searched pictures and old videos trying to place you in my memories. I'm sorry I can't find you I was too young. I want to thank you for my gifts in life, I hope you are watching. PS I found my sister, your daughter Karen. Thanks for all that you gave.
Love, your son
Scott

November 6, 2007

"My Brother"

Although I never met him, I knew him.
He was idealistic and believed he could make a difference.
He was immensely proud of the uniform and the badge and what they represent.
He felt privileged to be of service to his department, his community and to his country.

He was a cop.

Although I never met him, I knew him.
He was friendly, courteous, and polite, yet firm.
He laughed and joked, but was serious when necessary.
He was competent, trained, and professional.

He was a cop.

Although I never met him, I knew him.
He had a strong sense of right and wrong and became
frustrated when true justice became sidetracked.
He felt the sharp criticism that goes with the job, but he
never wavered.
He stood by and for his fellow officers.

He was a cop.

Although I never met him, I knew him.
He longed for his family during the long hours.
He worried about them during his shifts and the lonely
weekends, holidays and midnights when they were apart.
He felt guilty about the lost time, but knew his calling
and prayed they would understand.

He was a cop.

Although I never met him, I knew him.
He was a good son, a loving husband, and a devoted father.
He was dedicated to the profession and cared about the
people he served.
He wanted to do the best job that he could and strived to
be the best he could be.
He was a good citizen and a good neighbor.

He was a cop.

Yes, I did know him.
He was a cop, he was my Brother.

Rest easy Brother Stocker, we have the watch...



I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.
Isaiah 6:8

You answered the call and made the ultimate sacrifice. Rest easy in God's kingdom and watch over us as we continue the battle here on earth!!!

Officer
MPDC

April 8, 2007

You are not forgotten.

March 23, 2006

I salute you for your service and honor you for your sacrifice.

A hero never dies.....

Rest in peace, hero.

September 28, 2004

MY BROTHER, YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN. A HERO NEVER IS. MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND MAY YOU REST IN PEACE. YOU SERVED WELL.

CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RET.
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.

March 23, 2004