
November 11, 2001
Tears for Fallen Cops, Firefighters
Thousands turn out to say farewell to 4 heroes
JOYCE SHELBY
and DON SINGLETON
DAILY NEWS STAFF WRITERS
With Donald Bertrand, Michael O. Allen and Michele McPhee
Daily News Staff Writer
Heartfelt
tears and loving laughter punctuated services yesterday for
two police officers and two firefighters killed in the Sept.
11 terror attack.
Thousands of
mourners, including top city and state officials, attended the
separate funeral and memorial services.
First thing
the morning of Sept. 11, Police Officer John Perry, 38, a cop
for eight years, traveled to Police Headquarters in lower Manhattan
to turn in his resignation papers.
He never did
quit, said Police Commissioner Bernard Kerik, who gave one of
the eulogies at Perry's memorial service at First Presbyterian
Church on W. 12th St. in Greenwich Village.
"John
saw and heard what I saw," Kerik said. "After that
first tower was hit, he saw the destruction and the debris. He
saw the bodies come jumping. He didn't hesitate. He didn't turn
back. He ran toward the building."
Perry ran into
a pal, Capt. Timothy Pearson, as he dashed into the Borders Books
& Music store at 5 World Trade Center, and then into the concourse
below the Trade Center's Plaza.
He helped hundreds
of people escape before assisting a woman who collapsed as she
emerged from a stairwell.
The woman escaped.
Perry did not.
A member of
the 40th Precinct in the Bronx, Perry grew up on Long Island.
He lived on the upper West Side.
Perry had a
very, very full life: He was an attorney who graduated from NYU
Law School in the same class as John F. Kennedy Jr., a board
member of the Nassau chapter of the New York Civil Liberties
Union, and a member of the National Guard.
He was even
an actor, winning small parts in several films, including "Devil's
Advocate" with Al Pacino, and a daytime soap opera.
The Rev. Mark
Hostetter, associate pastor of the church, called Perry "a
hero among heroes" who worked with the homeless and immigrants,
who didn't use his education as "a steppingstone to a cushy
lifestyle."
"John's
death leaves a hole, an absence, an emptiness," he said.
Massive
Turnout
Nearly 3,000
police officers and civilian mourners packed St. Aedan's Church
and an adjoining auditorium in upper Manhattan for the service
for Emergency Service Unit Officer John D'Allara, 47, of ESU
Truck 2.
Officers from
all over the Northeast listened, laughed and wiped away tears
as the Rev. Peter Colapietro, pastor of Holy Cross Church in
midtown and a longtime friend of D'Allara, conducted the service
for the popular cop.
"When
John would come see me at Holy Cross so many times, we would
sit and chat and he would tell me what a great time he was having
on his job, that it meant so much to him," the priest recalled.
"We come
here today because John lived, and he lives, and because of the
saving acts that he performed for us."
"I know
the eulogy is supposed to be short and sweet," said D'Allara's
widow, Carol, "but if you knew John you know he loved to
talk, and I'm just like him. But I know how to drive," she
said, evoking a roar of laughter in the church, since D'Allara
was, by all accounts, a lousy driver.
"We met
in college when he was 200 pounds of pure muscle," she said.
When he asked her out, "How do you say no to a guy who could
bench press your whole family in one lift?"
He hated to
mow the lawn, she said, so he would let the grass grow high and
then, when he would finally cut it, they would stand outside
and enjoy the fresh-cut smell.
"He would
call John Jr. over and say, 'Someday, son, this will all be yours.'
And then he would turn to me and say, 'I can't wait until he
can do it.' "
"John
liked the simple things in life. His dog, his children and me.
His recliner and a cold beer. But when he loved something, he
let you know it. And he loved his family, and every day he let
us know it, never leaving the house without his 'I love yous.' "
"If I
could turn back time to Sept. 11, I would trade places with him,"
said his twin brother, Danny.
Even after
several people spoke fondly about D'Allara's famously bad driving,
Danny still drew a chorus of laughs. "I have a confession
to make,"
Danny said. "I taught him to drive."
In addition
to his wife, John D'Allara leaves two sons, John, 7, and Nicholas,
3.

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