CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY PATROL OFFICERS - KILLED IN THE LINE OF DUTY
Copyright (c) 2015 Woody Productions
Alleyn - Frago - Gore - Pence
I’d like to dedicate this book to my mom, Kathleen. For the three
decades that my dad patrolled the highways as a “Road Warrior,”
she faithfully kept the light burning for him at home. While he
chased bad guys, tended to the wounded, and cleaned up the
grisly wrecks, she worked, raised the boys, and anxiously awaited
his safe return. She patched his wounds, physical and emotional,
kept his Thermos filled with hot coffee for those long Graveyard
nights, and never forgot to put an “I Love You” note in the cup.
Being a highway patrolman is tough work. Being the wife of a
highway patrolman is tougher. I love you, Mom. You made it look
easy even when it wasn’t.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Dad’s fellow patrolmen, his
“Band of Brothers.” They looked out after each other and kept
each other laughing when times were tough. They grew close
in that special way that only men who face dangers and horrors
together can. I know that Dad was proud to serve with them, to
be among them, to call them his friends. To Gary, Bob, Pat, Ken,
Tom, Roger, Bud, Phil, Gil, Jay, Bubba, and all the rest, you have
my everlasting respect and thanks. I’m proud to have been a part
of the CHP Family with you. -M.W.
decades that my dad patrolled the highways as a “Road Warrior,”
she faithfully kept the light burning for him at home. While he
chased bad guys, tended to the wounded, and cleaned up the
grisly wrecks, she worked, raised the boys, and anxiously awaited
his safe return. She patched his wounds, physical and emotional,
kept his Thermos filled with hot coffee for those long Graveyard
nights, and never forgot to put an “I Love You” note in the cup.
Being a highway patrolman is tough work. Being the wife of a
highway patrolman is tougher. I love you, Mom. You made it look
easy even when it wasn’t.
I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Dad’s fellow patrolmen, his
“Band of Brothers.” They looked out after each other and kept
each other laughing when times were tough. They grew close
in that special way that only men who face dangers and horrors
together can. I know that Dad was proud to serve with them, to
be among them, to call them his friends. To Gary, Bob, Pat, Ken,
Tom, Roger, Bud, Phil, Gil, Jay, Bubba, and all the rest, you have
my everlasting respect and thanks. I’m proud to have been a part
of the CHP Family with you. -M.W.