The following is a letter to the editor from an unnamed Rhino Times reader.

With the murder of Officer Mike Horan, the ranks of GPD got thinner. Anyone who watched either in person or on TV the event of Thursday saw the pomp and circumstance that is an officers funeral (flashing lights, a riderless horse, a caisson, honors, taps, bagpipes and a 21 gun salute). It was miserable and magnificent. Miserable in watching tough, strong men and women in uniform trying not to shed tears or sniffle; another family grieving their lost loved one. Magnificent in the nationwide attendance, the precision of the event and the sense of family shared with all of the departments there.

Unfortunately, this is the second such event in the span of a year. Two too many. Every officer was told at one time or another in their training that the potential for in line duty death is real. Officers accept what is told but live in denial believing as many do, it can’t/won’t happen to me. Why then, when it does happen, is it so shocking and painful? Could it be shared survivor’s guilt-that it could have been me? Danger exists with every radio call, car stop and self initiated activity. Its faced 24 hrs a day 365 days a year.

Police domestically do what the military does worldwide-Protect & Serve. Its not printed on tanks, ships and planes but it is on cruisers. Carrying weapons and ballistic protection with the mission of keeping others safe while placing yourself in jeopardy is an every day occurrence. Is it a sense of duty, bravery, insanity that men and women sign up for these positions? Horan continued from one to the other going from the U.S. Coast Guard to GPD. Military, police, fire, EMS and dispatchers were all in attendance because of the ideas and experiences they shared. He was one of theirs. The citizens in attendance thought he was one of theirs.

Introspection follows an in the line of duty death, not criticism. ‘Why’ is the question to be wrestled with. Why him? Why there? Why then? Sometimes the answers are revealed. Sometimes they are not.
After all the thought, they pick up their weapons and car keys, don the uniforms and go right back to being the sheepdogs. The wolves are still out there.