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Police Officer Joseph Galapo

New York City Police Department, New York

End of Watch Tuesday, August 16, 1988

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Reflections for Police Officer Joseph Galapo

I said a little prayer today for Police Officer Galapo and his family. He may be gone but never forgotten. He will always be a New York HERO.

Robyn Wilkes

August 10, 2009

"The Badge"

He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.

He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.

Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.

He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.

His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.

He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.

And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.

But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.

Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.

Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.

So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.

In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.

Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.

Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

January 2, 2008

Rest in peace, Sir! You are not forgotten.

Police Officer

March 20, 2006

Joe,
I remember an ever-smiling young man, who always had a joke to tell or a warm word to say.
I can't believe that it has been 18 years since your passing.
Loretta

Loretta Alexander

January 4, 2006

Joe, I never had the pleasure of making your acquaintance but your loss has left an empty feeling all the same.
The "Powers that be" finally saw fit to rename the avenue by the command in your honor. It is a bestowment that is long overdue. Rest in peace brother.

Sergeant Michael Hanson
NYPD-Bklyn. South Narcotics

July 19, 2004

Officer Galapo,

Thank you for making this world a safer and better place. With brotherly love and respect, Jim Crotty (Former Richmond, VA Police Officer.)

Jim Crotty, Special Agent (Ret.)
Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms

July 2, 2004

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