Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Det. Sgt. Baker,
On today, the 100th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of New York City. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

April 22, 2023

Rest easy

Mark Mottola

April 22, 2020

"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9

Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo
Federal Air Marshal Service

April 22, 2013

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 89th 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 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

April 22, 2012

79 years. RIP

TPF/SCU
NYPD

April 22, 2012

Gone but not forgotten brother. Rest in peace...

Seregeant Chris DiToro
NYPD

April 22, 2009

I said a little prayer today for Detective Sergeant Baker and his family. He may be gone but never forgotten. He will always be a New York HERO.

Robyn Wilkes

April 14, 2009

Sgt. Baker,

It is an honor to leave your first reflection in memory of your dedication and service. You will never be forgotten. Rest in peace my brother.

Judgment Day for a NYC Patrolman

.....Author Unknown

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

The Patrolman 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 work 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,
I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills just got 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 Patrolman waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

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

Sgt. E. Chaves
Broward County Sheriff's Office

December 24, 2006