Deputy Sheriff Keith Alan Fricke Harris County Sheriff's Department Texas Wednesday, June 4, 1997  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

Keith, time has flown but your memory still endures. I remember how hard you worked and how tired you would be at times. Rest easy my friend. I know that you are walking with our Savior and that it is we that continue to struggle. You were a good man and I will always respect your values and kindness to all. Fly under the shelter of the Lord's wings and breathe in the wind of peace. I thank you for your friendship and will always cherish it.

Sandy
Friend
2008-09-24

"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
2008-02-07

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.
2007-06-04

May your sleep be sweet and may He ever bless your loved ones.

2007-06-04

Deputy Sheriff Fricke, thank you for your service. You have not been forgotten.

Michelle - wife of Retired LEO

2006-09-25

I miss you my Brother. I think of you often & miss those times we use to spend, out on the freeway, on our Harleys. Keep your face to the sun & wind in your hair. I love you, "Cornfed"

J.D.

2004-06-07

You are missed and thought of often my giant, gentle friend. Rest easy....at ease.

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