New York City Transit Police Department, New York
End of Watch Friday, September 21, 1984
Reflections for Police Officer Irma Fran Lozada
Irma,
Or "Fran" as you were known by those close to you . We graduated together in 1982. I remember being told to look around during class at the academy because some of us would not be here in twenty years to retire, after making the ultimate sacrifice. I guess we never expect it to be us. I was working 42nd Street and 8th Avenue in New York City the day I found out the bad news. I felt numb. "Dress right dress - cover down" was shouted as thousands of your fellow brothers and sisters came to pay their respects that day. I was the lucky one. I survived. My scars aren't visible. I left the Transit Police after four years and joined the New York State Police. I eventually wound up back in NYC with the DEA Task Force. Every morning I would jog down to the marina, located in the shadow of the World Trade Center, and tap the granite wall, before turning north again back to the office. The granite wall contained the names of all those who served in the NY Transit PD, NY Housing PD and NYPD who never made it home. Your name is proudly displayed there in a picturesque and serene setting. The Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island are close by. Following the (2nd) attack on the World Trade Center many weary rescue workers rested in the shadow of your memorial, while wiping the grime off their faces, after having searched for other fallen heroes. The city is resiliant. We always knew it's brilliance would shine forever. I just never thought we would lose a shining star like you in the prime of her life. I just never thought... rest in peace my fallen angel. The men and women of District One will never forget.
Investigator James M. Duffy - Retired
New York State Police
Although I have been on the job in Jersey for over eight years, I can still remember hearing of your death on the news when I was 16 years old. The New York newscaster Gabe Pressman was covering the story of your death and the funeral. He finished his newscast with these words: "Where have you gone, Oh Drummer Girl? Off to march in the Army of God. Off to March in the Army of God."
I am paying the price for our nation's freedom now. Thank you for paying the price then.
Anonymous
It has been almost 18 years since you were taken from us in such a brutal fashion.I look back with fond memories of the the "Class of March 15,1982". Your "SPIRIT" lives on each and every day in all of us who continue to do "THE JOB". You and all those who have made the supreme sacrifice will not be forgotten.God Bless You!
Senior Court Officer James T.Carr
New York State Courts
Your memory will always be carried on with the dignity and respect for their is no greater love than to sacrifice one's life for your fellow brothers and sisters. The members of the NYC Transit Police Memorial Lodge #317 are proud and honored to call you one of our own.
Sgt. Michael Fanning
NYCTPD