Patrolman Fulton House Anthony South Carolina Highway Patrol South Carolina Saturday, March 10, 1973  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH
2008-03-13

Thank You, for having served the Carolina Community......

Maj M.B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD
2008-03-10

I vaguely remember reading of your EOW as a self-absorbed college student in the upstate. Now I am retired from a career which the sound of the sirens of my brother's in gray
coming to help me was much appreciated more than once. I honor your service and sacrifice after 35 years. I hope your heritage in their daily routine, stressful and dangerous will keep up that difficult balance of alertness and courtesy. I hope they are able to laugh safely at home at 10-42.

Line Officer Retired
Richland Cty Sheriff Dept S. C.
2008-03-10

Trooper Anthony,
I pass by your marker on Poinsett Hwy everyday and remember you. Thank you for your service, you are not forgotten. God bless you and your family.

U.S. Secret Service
2007-07-12

"The Badge"
He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.
He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.
Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.
He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.
His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.
He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.
And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.
But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.
Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.
Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.
So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.
In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.
Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.
Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept.
2007-07-11

Heroes and the sacrifices they make are never forgotten. Patrolman Anthony, you are a true hero and you are not forgotten.

SPO
Salem, Va
2006-12-06

Patrolman Anthony may you rest in peace. God bless you. Thank you for your service to the citizens of South Carolina.

State Constable J.L. Green
S.C. State Constables
2006-03-10

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

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 time 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 fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"

GREGG HOUSTON
SOUTH CAROLINA
2005-03-05

MY BROTHER, MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND MAY YOU REST IN PEACE. A HERO FOR SURE. MAY YOU NEVER BE FORGOTTEN.

CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RET.
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.
2004-03-10

In memory of Patrolman Anthony on the 30th anniversary of his death. Though he is gone, he is never forgotten.

TL
UMPD