San Francisco Police Department, California
End of Watch Saturday, March 2, 1946
Reflections for Officer Phillip Farshman
Officer Farshman,
On today, the 75th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of San Francisco. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.
R.I.P.
USBP
Anonymous
United States Border Patrol
March 2, 2021
Rest In Peace Brother in Blue. you are not forgotten.
Officer Mike Robinson (Ret)
Upland Police Dept. CA
March 2, 2018
Today, all members of SFPD's Bayview Police Station remembered your sacrifice 69 years ago, as they continue to patrol 3rd Street/Wallace Street and all other neighborhoods in the Bayview Police District.
As the 12th Century theologian and author John of Salisbury said:
"We are like dwarfs sitting on the shoulders of giants. We see more, and things that are more distant, than they did, not because our sight is superior or because we are taller than they, but because they raise us up, and by their great stature add to ours."
We remember you, honor you, and will never forget.
Lt. Jack Hart
San Francisco Police Department
March 3, 2015
Rest in Peace, Officer Farshman. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.
Officer 11169
January 22, 2012
To The Family of Officer Farshman:
I wanted to offer my sympathies. rest in peace Officer Farshman and Olav Hashalom Your bravery and courage will not be forgotten.
Rabbi Lewis S. Davis
January 29, 2011
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.
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Author Unknown
Rest in Peace, Brother…
Motor officer Terry Pauley
Plano PD Plano, TX
March 2, 2010
Your heroism and service is honored today, the 63rd 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.
Rest In Peace.
Phyllis Loya
Anonymous
March 2, 2009
YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE
VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH
March 2, 2008
Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.
Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.
March 2, 2007
Many years have passed since you left us Motorman.. Travelled on my own state bike over that very same place many years ago and I know you rode with me.. It will be good to ride the streets of heaven with you someday..Till then.. Rest Easy Brother
DB
Calif Hwy Patrol
March 2, 2007
Rest in peace motorman.
Ofc. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Dept.
January 30, 2004
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