Memorial Service

"They finally got it!"

By Sgt. Rick Concepcion

I went to the Police memorial service for Officers Robert Etter and Stephanie Markins of the Hobart Wisconsin Police Department today. An angry man who intentionally rammed his pick up truck at over 70 miles and hour into the side of their squad car as they sat parked on a side street going over paperwork had killed two Police Officers. As is traditional in Police work we wanted to attend the service to both pay our respects and represent our agency. My partner and I left early in the morning to complete the long two and a half hour drive from Winthrop Harbor Illinois to Green Bay Wisconsin.

I had been to other Police funerals so I sort of knew what to expect. Oh there would be the usual memorials and speakers. There would be the long procession of Police cars that would perturb the motorist who really didn't care about what happened but simply wanted to get to their destinations as quickly as possible. Every now and then someone walking along the sidewalk might glance up for a moment and continue on their way. People mowing their lawn or washing their car would scarcely even notice all the squad cars parading by. Once at the memorial site a preacher and some politicians would speak and we would all eventually cry. I am not ashamed to cry at these things as a matter of fact I always say, "I cry proudly and unashamedly!" Crying is part of the natural grieving process and as my father used to say, "If God didn't mean for us to cry he wouldn't have given us tear ducts." I've always considered it a point of pride that Cops cry for one another. My friends in the business world don't experience that type of bond with their fellow workers. If a man in the H.R. department of your local corporate America business establishment passes away you would never see business people from all the surrounding and in some cases out of state businesses coming to pay their respects. That type of bond just isn't there. But in Law Enforcement, when a Cop is killed in the line of duty you see Cops from all over the country driving there to show their respects and attend the funeral. Why? It's because we understand that we must rely on each other for our very survival. I always remind my friends who work in corporate America that there isn't people hating them and trying to kill them simply because of what they do. But Police Officers are targeted everyday by people trying to harm or kill us simply because we're Police Officers. And as I was about to find out people are finally starting to understand this.

We arrived to the normal sights of hundreds of Police cars lined up for the procession. There was the traditional Motorcycle Officers ('Motors' as they're known in Police circles) that would be leading the procession to the memorial or burial site. We got out of the car and began the usual walking around looking at the cars from all the jurisdictions. A loud reunion of friends that had not seen each other since the last Police funeral could be sporadically heard erupting every now and then. Everyone had washed and waxed their cars so they would look good and everyone had on their best uniforms. All had the dark mourning band across their badge of office. Whether it was a star, shield, circle, or any other badge of office a strip of dark cloth to show mourning and respect for the fallen Officers respectfully covered it. One of the 'host Officers' directed us to the refreshment table where we could get the usual soft drinks, coffee, and snacks while we waited for the procession to begin. Since there were so many cars and Officers present the snack table was some 2 blocks away. No problem. We needed to stretch our legs anyway after that long drive. It was when we began walking that I got my first clue that this one was going to be different.

As we walked along the road I did what all Cops do and began looking around and taking in my surroundings always looking for the danger or the threat. But I saw neither this day. Instead I saw something that I had never seen in my 15 years on the job, I saw people lining both sides of the road. They weren't washing their cars, mowing their lawns, or trying not be seen by us (the Police). Instead they were sitting, standing, pulling out more chairs to sit on, bringing their children out, and even bringing out wheelchair bound elderly people! They did not avert their gaze the way a lot of street people do when we look at them. Instead they stared back at us and locked our gaze. Not in a challenging or disrespectful way but instead they gave us a look of sympathy, caring, as if they were sharing our pain. I found myself quickly averting my gaze, puzzled by what I was seeing. For as long as I can remember the Police have always been the 'red headed step children' of the public safety world. All loves the Fire Department and all dislikes the Police. That's the way it's always been. There's a popular joke that says "The fire department kicks in your door, breaks out your windows, burns your house down while filling your basement with thousands of gallons of water and people love them! We (the Police) kicked down a door to serve a search warrant on a drug house and we get sued!" There's truth in all humor as the saying goes and this joke is one understood by both Firefighters and Police alike. But on this day I wasn't seeing any of that dislike or hate in the faces of these people lining the road. I was seeing genuine caring and as I was about to find out very soon, this warmth here was just the tip of the iceberg.

We heard a quick blast of a Police siren and soon saw the flashing red and blue lights of the squad cars begin to come to life and we knew it was time to begin the long procession to the memorial site. First he Motors roared by along our right side ahead of the limousines with the dark tinted windows that carried the families of the slain Officers.

As the cars slowly began to move we tucked our squad car tightly in behind the one in front of us. As we passed block after block we saw the same thing over and over, a lot of people lining the roads as we passed. I commented to my partner that this was kind of unusual and he said nothing as his head just moved back and forth taking in the sight of all the people. Then, as we drove under a viaduct we saw something that just touched our heart so very deeply. Standing on the side of the road were two young girls holding up signs. These girls weren't smiling or giggling as most young girls do in large group settings, instead they had a somber and respectful look on their face. I think my partner and I must have read the signs at the same time. Written in red and blue letters on white poster bard was the message which read 'YOU'RE OUR AMERICAN HEROES! FOR ALL YOU DO…THANK YOU!' The very moment I read that simple message and saw the looks on those kid's faces I could feel the tears come streaming down my face. My partner who had also started to cry blurted out "I was doing good up until now…" I could only reply with a very coarse "yeah". I sat there in the passenger seat of our squad car with tears running down my face falling onto my dress blue uniform. Every time we hit even the lightest of bumps my medals on my uniform would clank together and tears would drip down off of my cheeks onto my jacket. It took me several minutes to gather myself together enough to talk to my partner.

"This is like nothing I've ever seen before" I said. There were hundreds of people lining the procession routes. They were all sizes, shapes, colors, and ages. Many were waving flags some were saluting but all wore that same sympathetic somber look that I had seen with the people on the lawn when I first arrived. It was touching! My entire career those two little words 'thank you' that I would have died for now was on signs held by kids and in the eyes of everyone I looked at! It was just so overwhelming that I really didn't know how to take it. I wanted to have my partner stop the car so I could get out and run into the arms of these people, bury my head in their shoulder and cry my eyes out. It seems that too many times in the job of a Police Officer we cannot allow ourselves to become emotional at even the most tragic of calls. We have to be strong and concentrate on out duties. But here today at this memorial service it was our turn to cry, our turn to let loose with our emotions and for the first time I felt joined with the public that I served and I wanted to sit down and have a good old fashioned cry with them. But all I could manage was a slight wave every now and then and a slight smile. We just did not know how to take all this show of solidarity and support.

A few miles later it was my partners turn to have his emotional moment. My partner was a former Fire Fighter and one of the highest honors and/or tributes that a fire department can give is that of the 'Crossed Ariel's'. What this is, is when two fire trucks with tall extendable ladders face each other and extend the ladders to their highest reach and cross these ladders in the center, and thus you have the 'Crossed Ariel's'. As we made a turn I head him exclaim "Oh no! This is it!" and I looked ahead and there they were, two ladder fire trucks with their tall Arial ladders raised and crossed in salute over the road. We would drive right under them. This was the first time in my career that I had ever seen this most honorable of fire service salutes rendered to a Police Officer and it was very moving. Tears again!

As we traveled this 10-mile route the people lining the roads were just tremendous. They stood out there in the hot sun holding signs, waiving flags, and saluting us. I was beginning to wonder if I would have any tears left to cry when I got the actual ceremony.

When we finally pulled into the beautiful park where the ceremony was to take place, we were met by the sight of all the Motor Officers standing at the position of 'parade rest' in front of their big Harley Davidson motorcycles.

We parked and made out way to the ceremonial area where the podium and chairs were set up. I was amazed at all the media trucks with their big satellite dishes set up and cameras everywhere. At first I was a little put off by the media because my first thoughts were that I wanted this to be somewhat private. I wanted to stand here with my 300 to 500 'brothers and sisters in arms' and have a good cry. I didn't want the whole world watching me stand there crying my eyes out. But then the more I thought about it the more I realized that I was glad the media was there because I wanted them to see how we all pull together when one of our own is senselessly killed. I wanted the people to see that we are humans and we do hurt just like anyone else that maybe doesn't wear a uniform and risk their life.

The ceremony started and the first speaker put the whole thing into context for me. Pastor Dan Carlson, speaking with an emotionally filled voice that crackled as he held back his own tears, spoke of the September 11 events and how it pulled the country together. Then he said that as he saw all the support and love for the Police and Firefighters who put their lives on the line every day he said "I was so glad to see that 'THEY FINALLY GOT IT! NOW THEY UNDERSTAND!" There were many other speakers and there many tears cried that day by many people whom you would not normally see moved to that type of emotion. And like Pastor Dan Carlson, I am so thankful that people finally understand what I've been trying to explain for the past 15 years to people I know, that we put our lives on the line willingly and all we ask in return is a simple thank you!

Police Officers do not put their life on the line for pay, for medals, for letters of recognition or anything like that. We do what we do for each other and for the people whom we serve. Ours is a noble profession of Duty, Honor, and Service. For that commitment we are underpaid, suffer the highest divorce rates in the nation, and often times are killed or maimed in the line of duty. And for all that a simple 'thank you' is all we would hope for in reward or recognition. What kind of men and women does it take to accept such a horrendous calling? Ask yourself that the next time you see a Police Officer.

Sgt. Rick Concepcion [E-mail]


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