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Photograph: Trooper Damion Cortez Roberts
Patch image: North Carolina Highway Patrol, North Carolina

Trooper Damion Cortez Roberts
North Carolina Highway Patrol
North Carolina
Wednesday, August 7, 1996

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"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., Columbia, SC

2007-12-27


11 years have come and gone since your tragic and untimely death. I know the pain is still fresh in the hearts of your friends and loved ones. May everyone take comfort in the fact that you will NEVER be forgotten and will FOREVER be a hero!

SGT, Retired
AR

2007-08-07


TROOPER ROBERTS, MAY GOD BLESS YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AND SACRIFICE. A HERO FOR SURE. MAY YOU REST IN PEACE.

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

2007-08-07


Damion, All though I never knew you, you are not forgotten. I know men who knew you and heard great things about you. Today I have said a prayer for you and your loved ones.

Trooper
NCSHP

2007-08-07


Though I wasn't part of the Brotherhood yet, I still remember what happened so clearly. You are missed.

Trooper
North Carolina Highway Patrol

2007-05-22


What you did in service to your community meant more than you'd ever guess - Thank you so much for your service

Sgt Don "Boots" Jensen Retired
Milwaukee Police Department, Milwaukee, WI

2007-05-12


"The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us." - Jean Paul Richter

Damion,
It's ten years today ... you're not forgotten ...



2006-08-07


A Million Times

A million times we've needed you,
A million times we've cried.
If love alone could've saved you,
You would have never died.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place,
No one else could ever fill.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn't go alone.
Part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.



2005-03-03


~~~To those I Love and Those Who Love Me~~~

When I am gone, release me, Let me go
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,
Be happy that we had so many years.

I gave you my love, you can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it's time I traveled alone.

So grieve a while if indeed you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a while that we must part
So bless the memories within your heart,

I won't be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll
Hear all of my love around you soft and clear

And when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and say,
"Welcome Home"



2005-01-15


STILL THINK OF YOU OFTEN BUDDY.MISH YOU SO MUCH.

J.D. NEWSOME
BEACON TOWING SERVICE

2004-05-09


REST EASY, FELLOW TROOPER, YOU SERVED YOUR TOUR. WE HAVE THE SHIFT NOW, PLEASE WATCH OVER US


GEORGIA STATE TROOPERS ASSOCIATION

2003-10-31


Brother, May God bless you and your family. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.

Special Agent
FBI New York

2003-10-24


Semper Fi!

Anonymous


I CAN STILL REMEMBER THE MORNING WHEN YOU WERE TAKEN FROM US. THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING DAMION.

spo j anthony
wilson police department


You gave your life to protect and serve, and we thank you. Rest in peace. God bless you and your family.

Anonymous


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