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Larry

Sergeant Larry Young, a collegue and a friend,

Was performing all his duties, bravely to the end.

Called into work from holidays, he attended right away,

Responding to the call-out, on this his final day.

He deployed his squad accordingly, to assault the suspect house,

While inside sat the wanted man, quiet as a mouse.

Larry was the point man, Al Cattley close behind,

In went the door, the two burst in, to see what they could find.

Room to room they searched it, up to the final room,

Then they tossed a stun grenade, which exploded with a boom!

They made their entry to the room, through the open door,

When suddenly a shot rang out, Larry crumpled to the floor.

He may have lost this battle, but remember him we will,

His happy smile and outlook, and especially his skill.

We mourn for those he left behind, his wife and teenage kids,

Also for his collegues from Team 8 down to the skids.

But carry on, without him, to every single call,

Chief Stewart sent the message out, heard by one and all.

Hold dear the precious memories, they may begin to dim,

But here and now forevermore, please remember him.

The work goes on it never quits, as Larry never would,

He went out and did his job, the very best he could.

Though this poem is not a lot, it is written from the heart,

A way to hold his memory, I hope it's just the start.

PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 87-02-04 (33)

Dedicated to the memory of Sgt. Larry Young.