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It is with deep sadness that the members of New York XI report that good friend and fellow Blue Knight, Forrest “Woody” Pearsall has entered
Heaven I 03/04. Woody was a former motorcycle policeman who was promoted to detective in the auto squad of the Suffolk County Police Department. He was a family man and had a passion for
motorcycles. He and his son planned this trip to Daytona Beach this year after having to pass it up last year due to family sickness. Woody was so excited about this trip! When arriving in Daytona,
before even going to the hotel they stopped at a rest stop and upon crossing the parking lot, Woody collapsed into his son’s arms and entered eternity. Our hearts and sympathy go out to his
family. He will definitely be missed. Cards and expressions of sympathy can reach his widow at RR 1 Box 1411 Beach Lake, PA, 18405 Below is a photo of Woody and his wife Peg with beautiful Lake
George in the background. (Americade 2002)
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Just Reward The officer stood and faced his maker which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shinning just as brightly as his brass. Step forward now Police Officer, how shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other the cheek?
To your maker have you been true? The police officer stood with squared shoulders, No sir I guess I ain't.Because those of us who wear badges can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays and at times my talk was tough and sometimes I was violent , because the streets are rough. But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep,
Though I worked alot of over time when the bills just got too steep. I never passed a cry for help even though I shook with fear, And sometimes, Please 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 fears. But if you have a place for me here, Well... it need not be to grand
I never had or expected to much, so if you don't I'll understand. Their was silence all around when the saints respectfully stood,
For the Police Office waited quietly for the judgement... Bad or good. Step forward now Police Officer, you've borne your burdens well...
Come walk the beat on Heaven's Streets, You've done your time in hell.. Poem borrowed from Ohio XII
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