I never dreamed it would be me, My name for all eternity, Recorded here at this hallowed place, Alas, my name, no more my face.
"In the line of duty," I hear them say: My family now the price to pay. My folded flag stained with tears; We only had those few short years. The badge no longer on my chest, I sleep now in eternal rest. My sword I pass to those behind, And pray they keep this thought in mind. I never dreamed it would be me, And with heavy heart and bended knee, I ask for all here from the past: Dear God, let my name be the last.
This poem is carved on the base of the Police Officers Memorial in Sacramento, California.