IT WAS AN EAGLE

AS THE COLD, LONESOME WIND BLEW,
A GROUP OF OFFICERS GATHERED AROUND THE FLAG POLE
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

THE OFFICERS RANGED FROM ROOKIES TO SEASONED VETERANS,
EACH HAVING THEIR OWN MEMORIES OF HIM.
THERE WERE NO WORDS SPOKEN 
AS THE RED AND BLUE LIGHTS PIERCED THE DARKNESS.

THE STINGING TEARS FLOWED FOR A FALLEN FRIEND 
AS ALL EYES WATCHED OLD GLORY BEING LOWERED TO HALF MAST.
THE ONLY SOUND TO BE HEARD
WAS THE OLD FLAG POPPING IN THE WIND.

AFTER A MOMENT OF SILENCE,
THE GROUP THEN FELL OUT ONE BY ONE. 
THE FLASHING LIGHTS WERE EXTINGUISHED
AS EACH OFFICER DROVE SLOWLY INTO THE NIGHT.

A GREAT MAN ONCE SAID
THAT HE KNEW EACH TIME A SPARROW FELL.
SO NOW, DEAR LORD,
HEAR OUR CRIES AND FEEL OUR PAIN
FOR THIS TIME............

IT WAS AN EAGLE THAT FELL.

In Memory of Sgt. Thomas Hontz

Scottsdale Police Department

Gone, but Never Forgotten..You will Always Remain in our Hearts Tom!

“Sgt. Thomas A. Hontz, please respond to 200 West Beardsley for your final call for service...
Until we meet again in heaven, goodbye, Sgt. Hontz. You are now 10-7.”