Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Not a day has gone by in the last 51 years that I haven't thought of them . I was in that house.

Son of Ptl Francis H. Dignon 11994

March 1, 2021

Rest in peace .

J.R.

March 2, 2020

Rest in heavily peace

Mark Mottola

March 1, 2020

Patrolman Harrington,
On today, the 50th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you to you and your Partner 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

March 1, 2020

Patrolman Harrington,
On today, the 48th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you to you and your Partner 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

March 1, 2018

43 years. Not forgotten.

RIP Pat

TPF/SCU
NYPD

March 1, 2013

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 42nd 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 murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Rest In Peace

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

March 1, 2012

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

Robyn Wilkes

February 26, 2009

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service and dedication

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

February 22, 2008

"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
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and may not be duplicated without permission

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

December 20, 2007

I worked with Pat and a finer man never lived. I wrote this at the time in honor of Pat and posted it anonymously on the pct. bulletin board.

A star has fallen from our sky,
Soft spoken lad, too young to die.
Fond of flying and with a lust for life,
Devoted father with loving wife.
He worked besides us quite awhile,
Sharing his wit and gentle smile.
Always first to share a joke
Or ease the burden of other folk.
His goal in life, newly won,
A Polceman Pilot was Harrington.
Flying the skies, close to God,
No more lonely streets to Trod.
How quickly God called him away,
Leaving So many things to say.
Accept this boy, Almighty God,
The Red Baron of our squad.
For those whoe knew him, loved the guy,
The star that fell, from our sky.

Eternal rest Pat. I will never forget you brother.

P.O. Robert C. Conner
105th Pct (Ret.)

April 15, 2007

Rest easy Brother...you will never be forgotten

CPD