His name was Robert (Bobby) Martin Morgan. His End of Watch came on a cold, snowy January night. As the snow flakes gently fell onto his still warm body, they lay quietly as did he. His still open eyes, glistened as the melted snow streamed down his face like tears.
Across from him lay his pregnant wife, Holly Redmond Morgan and their two-year old son, Bobby, Jr. They lay on a bed of soft pink snow, colored by their life’s blood.
The deafening sound of silence was interrupted by a car revving its engine in the distance, followed by the ear-piercing, haunting wails of sirens, responding to Bobby’s desperate last words “officer down.”