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Pictures by Ed Betz, © Associated Press
September 19, 2001
The funeral of Officer George Howard, a 16-year veteran of the NY/NJ
Port Authority Police, and 25 year member of the Hicksville, NY
Fire Department, was held at the St. Ignatius Loyola Roman
Catholic Church in Hicksville, NY. As the Reverend James Devine
said, "He didn't have to go, but he did anyway. George gave his
life saving others." He was laid to rest at St. Charles
Cemetary.
He was a founding member of the Port Authority's elite Emergency
Service Unit. Officer Howard's brother, Sgt. Patrick Howard
of the New York Police Department, wrote and recited the following
poem at the funeral ...
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In Loving Memory of Police Officer George Howard
Port Authority Police Department - Emergency Service Unit - JFK International Airport
Who, on Tuesday September 11, 2001 at 10:30 A.M., sacrificed his life
in the hope that others would survive
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My Dear Brother George,
Right from the start
Our lives grew apart;
But that was no fault of our own.
It seemed all of our days
Sent us our separate ways
And precious times became lost.
How could we ever foresee
That our words and our thoughts
Would be silenced at such a cost?
Their cries for help,
Their deathly moans,
You heard them from afar.
You stopped all your fun,
You started to run
And scurried to your car.
You were off that day,
It was your time for play,
But ignoring the issue
Would not make your par.
How you made it the city so fast,
No one will ever know ...
I bet you barked out an order,
Directed God to take over and
He showed you the route to go.
You knew all was not well,
Still you ran towards the hell
To save people you never knew.
You put all their lives first,
You never once feared the worst
But then again, that's what
Makes you, YOU!
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Things looked pretty mean
When you arrived on the scene,
But you knew what you had to do ...
You jumped out of your truck,
You heard the thunder and cries,
You looked toward the skies.
The dust filled your eyes,
And God said,
"George, I'm coming for you."
But now, as for all of us here ...
Where do we find the relief
From this horrible grief?
How do we accept
That this happened to you?
In all the magazine articles you wrote,
In all the lectures you spoke,
You don’t tell us what to do.
All our times spent together
Were took for advantage,
Always thinking there’d be tomorrow,
But as you can see
All that’s left here for me
Is to hang my head in sorrow.
Tears fill up my eyes
When my last goodbyes
Don’t get a response from you.
For you once saved my life
And my Dear Brother George,
I am so, so sorry
I was not there to save you.
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Officer Howard was born in St. Albans, NY and grew up on Long
Island. He graduated from Chaminade High School in Mineola
where he played hockey and lacrosse.
He is survived by his sons, Christopher and Robert; his mother,
Arlene; his brothers, Robert, Timothy and Patrick; his sister,
Geri-Anne Satterfield; and his aunt, Joan Craft.
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