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It is with a heavy heart that I bring the news of the loss of Adrian Pagan Jr, known on PoliceLink as apj. Adrian's family has informed me that he passed away at home on July 23. Adrian was a retired military police officer / Master Sergeant in the US Army and lived in St. Petersburg, Florida.

An online obituary is available here: http://www.memorialobituaries.com/memorials/memorials.cgi?action=Ob...

Adrian's PoliceLink profile can be visited here: http://policelink.monster.com/member/apj

Please join in me remembering Adrian, his service to our country, and offer a prayer for his family.

-Chris

God has him now. We here in Pinellas County will miss him dearly.

  Rest in peace.. My prayers to your family and friends. Thank you for your service to our Nation..

RIP. My thoughts and prayers are with your family. *SALUTE*

Rest In Peace My Brother!!!  Thank You For Your Service!!!

Oh no.  Rest in peace my friend.

Rest in peace Adrian.  May God bless your family with joyful memories of your life and service. 

Rest in Peace, Adrian.  May God bless and comfort your family and loved ones.

RIP Brother, Thank you for your service, may the lord watch over your family.

RIP Adrian... May God bless your family and friends....

Rest in Peace!  Thank you for your service to this great nation!

RIP brother you will be missed.....my prayers are with the family

Adrian,

Rest in peace my brother.  You were a true American hero.  I enjoyed our conversations and will miss them greatly.  May God continue to bless you and your family always.  I know you will be another Guardian Angel to watch over your brothers & sisters in law enforcement.  You have now gone to patrol the streets of Heaven with St. Michael the Archangel and his angels.  God bless you my brother!  Never forget the fallen hero!

Dan

Rest In Peace.

Rest in Peace 

The Final Inspection

The warrior stood and faced God,

Which will always come to pass,

He hoped his shoes were shining,

Just as brightly as his brass.

“Step forward now, old warrior,

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To my church have you been true?”

The warrior squared his shoulders and

Said, “No, Lord, I guess I ain’t,

‘Cause those of us who carry guns

Can’t always be saint.

“I’ve had to work most Sundays,

And at times my talk was tough,

And sometimes I’ve been violent,

‘Cause the world is awfully rough.

“But, I never took a penny

That wasn’t mine to keep.

Though I worked a lot of overtime

When the bills got just too steep,

“And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear,

And sometimes, God forgive me,

I’ve wept unmanly tears.

“I know I don’t deserve a place

Among the people here,

They never wanted me around

Except to calm their fears.

“If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,

It needn’t be so grand. In life

I didn’t expect nor need too much,

So if you don’t, I’ll understand.”

There was a silence all around the throne,

Where the saints had often trod,

As the warrior stood quietly.

For the judgment of his God.

“Step forward now, my warrior,

You’ve born your burdens well,

Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,

You’ve done your time in Hell.”

Author Unknown