This Military Service Page was created/owned by
LT Edwin Sierra (U-200)
to remember
COLON CRESPO, BILLY, SGT.
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This happend at (La panadería La Moderna, en Luquillo) Puerto Rico
Sergeant Billy Colón-Crespo and Sergeant Ramón Ramirez-Castro were shot and killed while answering an armed robbery call at a local bakery. The officers entered the store and detained two suspects but as they began to search one of them other other suspect suddenly opened fire, striking both officers.
As the both officers were laying on the ground one of the suspects took one of the officer's .357 caliber duty weapon and shot them both again. The suspects fled the scene with a third suspect in a waiting get-away car but were later captured. The entire incident was captured on the business' security camera.
Sergeant Colón-Crespo had served with the Puerto Rico Police Department for 11 years. He is survived by seven children.
I want to thanks everyone of you for honoring my husband Billy Colon Crespo with your beautiful reflections,, I am happy that this video will give others the experience to learn more from what happen to these police officers in the past,, i was looking around my fb and i found this page very nice, happy to see someone really cares and remember the fallen officers. godbless you all.... thanks again,, RIP.. never forgotten,
zaida
wife
January 22, 2014
I was missing my daddy and desided to goggle him and i notice this site!! i miss him so so mush thank you all for remembering and honoring him like he deserves he was a good Man and a awesome father..thank you all..REST IN PEACE MY HERO AND MY ANGEL..MISS U DADDY SO MUSH MAY GOD HAVE YOU IN HEAVEN NEXT TO HIM..ILL SEE YOU AGAIN..I KNOW...LOVE YOU!!!
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
