Trooper David Brinkerhoff died yesterday after he and Trooper Richard Mattson were shot by 23 year old David Trim. Four troopers made a tactical entry of the house at about 0830 hrs yesterday.
Trooper David Brinkerhoff and Trooper Richard Mattson were shot as they stormed the farmhouse Wednesday morning. Trooper Brinkerhoff died from a head wound.
Trooper Mattson was hit in the arm and is in serious but stable condition at Albany Medical Center.Around 6 p.m., the house caught fire after police tossed in tear gas. Authorities said a gun was found on Trim's body inside the home.
The search for Trim began on Tuesday, after he allegedly shot a trooper during a traffic stop in the village of Margaretville. The trooper was wearing a bulletproof vest and was not seriously injured.
The following poem made the rounds through our office this morning. The only change is this, the suspect has already stood before God.
A Part of America Died
Somebody killed a policeman today,
and part of America died.
A piece of our country he swore to protect
will be buried with him at his side.
The suspect who shot him will stand up in court,
with counsel demanding his rights.
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids,
and spend many long, lonely nights.
The beat that he walked was a battlefield too,
just as if he’d gone off to war.
And the flag of our nation will fly at half mast;
to his name they will add a gold star.
Yes, somebody killed a policeman today;
in happened in your town or mine.
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors,
a cop put his life on the line.
Now his ghost walks that beat he once walked,
and stands at each rookie’s side.
He answered the call, he gave us his all;
a part of America died.
Somebody killed a policeman today,
and part of America died.
A piece of our country he swore to protect
will be buried with him at his side.
The suspect who shot him will stand up in court,
with counsel demanding his rights.
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids,
and spend many long, lonely nights.
The beat that he walked was a battlefield too,
just as if he’d gone off to war.
And the flag of our nation will fly at half mast;
to his name they will add a gold star.
Yes, somebody killed a policeman today;
in happened in your town or mine.
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors,
a cop put his life on the line.
Now his ghost walks that beat he once walked,
and stands at each rookie’s side.
He answered the call, he gave us his all;
a part of America died.
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