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Policeman John J. McAntee

Philadelphia Police Department, Pennsylvania

End of Watch Friday, October 22, 1920

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Reflections for Policeman John J. McAntee

Officer McAntee,
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 a Philadelphia. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

October 22, 2020

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 91rst 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.

Your sacrifice was made so many years ago. Evil was, is, and will be a part of life just as goodness such as yours will also be present.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mom of fallen officer Larry Lasater. Pittsburg Police Dept., eow 4/24

October 22, 2011

You will always be remembered.

Cpl/1 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police

October 22, 2007

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

VanDen Berghe
NH

October 19, 2007

Officer McAntee was the brother of my great-grandmother, Katherine McAntee Sweeney Whelan. My father, Thomas J. Stokes, remembers his grandmother always mentioning her late brother when they would pass the site of his death in the 1930s and 1940s.

Stephen G. Stokes
relative of Officer McAntee

May 26, 2006

Godspeed Officer McAntee


The Final Inspection

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk 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
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time 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 a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"


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Donna
Philadelphia citizen

October 22, 2005

The details of your sacrifice are unknown to us, but the fact remains that you are a hero. Rest in peace.

A citizen

October 22, 2004

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