Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Danny was a good and honorable police officer, friend, and family man. An outstanding representative of the Thin Blue Line. Gone but never forgotten.

Bruce Thomason, Captain
Beaumont PD - 1967 - 1986

March 12, 2018

Danny was scheduled to ride with me for my last probation shakeup (Feb - Mar of 80) but it was changed at the last moment and he rode with Crossland. He and Johnny Vckery introduced me to my wife. RIP my friend

Director/Regional Police Academy (retire
Lamar PD

March 10, 2015

Heroes live forever, Officer Richmond, and we will never forget. Thank you for the sacrifice you made for the citizens of Beaumont and the great State of Texas.

Greater Houston C.O.P.S.

March 12, 2013

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 32nd anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer who was murdered in the the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered.

I pray for solace for all those who love and remember you for I know their pride and pain are forever. Your family is in my heart's embrace. Thanks to your friends for sharing their memories and devotion to you through their reflections.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

March 12, 2012

Officer Richmond, your service, commitment and sacrifice for the citizens of Beaumont and the great State of Texas isn't forgotten. May you forever rest in peace

Greater Houston C.O.P.S.

March 12, 2012

"Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.
Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground"

Rest well brother, Motormen are a breed unto themselves. I still dream of riding at night after parking mine 16 years ago. I am glad that someone thought to place the Poem here for you. I wrote it for all of us...

Ron Walker
Former Motor Unit 54
Author of "Motor Officers"

Former Motorcycle Officer/Instructor
Prattville, Al.

July 23, 2011

Another year has passed and you are still admired and respectfully remembered in the hearts and minds of so many. My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends on this anniversary of your EOW. You will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

March 12, 2010

When I was at Newton High School (Newton,Tx),we made frequent trips to Burkville, where Danny grew up. I know him and his family quite well.
I had been on the Department for about a year, when Danny came on.
We had the opportunity to ride together on the overlap shift. Danny and I were partners and Frank Coffin (now Chief) and Roger Mobley were the other offices on our shift.
Later on Doug Boyd, Danny's brother in law came on the Department. Danny and I had both encourged him to work for the department.
The loss of Danny was extremely sad.
In our youth and adult life, both of us were friends and partners. I know someday, we'll see each other again.

Retired Sgt. Robert (RJ) Smith
Beaumont Police

November 29, 2009

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

March 12, 2008

"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

January 31, 2008

Rest in peace motorman.

Offc. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Department

August 8, 2007

ITS SOUNDS LIKE THUNDER FAR AWAY...

It sounds like thunder far away, but the skies are blue and bright...
And soon they crest the hill nearby, and ride into our sight.
They shake the ground with powerful sound, and they make some hearts beat fast...
They look so proud and noble, like Knights come from the past.

Side by side, they always ride, and seem to move as one...
From early in the morning light, to the setting of the sun.
And children point and wave to them, from cars that pass them by...
And young ones ask their parents, why the men have mirrors for eyes.

They ride the roads, and fight for good, and defend small ones like you...
They ask to ride, and do with pride, and sometimes they are few.
Like men of steel, on Silver Wings, they sparkle in the light...
then with a roar and rumble, they ride out of our sight.

Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.
Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground.

So if you see one riding, and you look into his face...
You see your reflection in his eyes, you know that you are safe.
For motormen are a special breed, they love to ride the wind...
And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen ones ride again.

By

Author Unknown

Rest in Peace, Brother…
“Former Motorman”

Corporal Gregory A. Cohn
Florida Highway Patrol - St. Augustine

April 30, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

June 30, 2006

Danny,

The Memorial has been dedicated and your family was there to see it. Your son looks so much like you. While working on the memorial, I thought about our early years on the force. The time the drunk t-boned your patrol unit and it rolled over taking out the bushes and trees in someones front yard.

We all had our narrow misses, but our friendships and team work kept us going.

I hope you like what we have done. I miss you my friend.

Ron Petitt

Ron Petitt

August 22, 2005

Officer Richardson, Thank you for your service to your community. No hero should be forgotten

March 22, 2005