Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

We have lost many great motor officers in our department and Robert you were among the top. Those of us who worked in the squad cars alwyas teased you guys but in our hearts we always had love and respect for the danger you always faced that was not from the evil agents we both faced but by the unaware drivers who put you in their cross hairs. Thank you for your devotion to protecting and serving Gods children in our community, for your presence among us and for your bravery in performing your duties. You will never be forgotten by your brothers and sisters in law enforcement. Rest in peace my brother. Give God a hug for those of us waiting our turn to go to His house with you.
Tom Bradley, Arizona State Chaplain FOP

Tom Bradley, Retired #456
Phoenix AZ PD

November 26, 2007

"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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

November 14, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

May 4, 2007

Rest in Peace, Officer Polmanteer. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

March 15, 2007

Be at peace my brother.

Sergeant II John P. Rabon
Guam Police Department

April 13, 2005

Rest in peace motorman.

Ofc. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Dept.

February 25, 2004

Rest in peace, my brother.

PO Doug Eatherton
St. Louis City Police