Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

With gratitude to those officers who serve

Mary S. Mondragon
Granddaughter to Officer Burr Robertson

May 15, 2024

Burr Robertson is my paternal grandfather. My father's name is William Burr Robertson and his was Chief Robertson's son. Mary Mondragon is my beloved cousin. Yes this had a devasted effect on my father and his siblings. I have the original photo that is shown and his revolver.

God bless you all. I will always support the men and women in blue.

Betty Robertson Davis
Granddaughter
March 5, 2024 (my dad's birthday)

Betty Davis
Granddaughter

March 6, 2024

I hope this reaches Mary Mondragon, grand daughter of Burr Robertson. I work at the Harrison Police Department and we are trying to obtain photographs of all Chiefs of the Harrison PD to display them in our building. If you get this message, please contact me either by email or phone. (870-741-5463)

It would be an honor to proudly display your grandfathers photograph in our halls for all to see and never forget his service and sacrifice.

Sincerely,
Melissa Lane

Administrative Assistant - Melissa Lane
Harrison Police Department

December 14, 2022

Burr Robertson was my maternal grandfather. My mother was 7 years old when her dad was murdered. The loss of her dad left long lasting sadness and grief. Thank you for these posts. Regards, Mary Mondragon

MARY Mondragon
Granddaughter

November 15, 2019

Rest in peace Chief of Police Robertson.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

April 16, 2019

We will remember you and our other fallen brothers and sisters, and if the good Lord calls us to come home, We hope to see you there at the golden gate with a welcome home pat on the shoulder.
God Bless, The Harrison Police Department has not forgotten. Thank you for your service.

Patrolman J. Morgan
Harrison Police Department

December 15, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 77th 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.

Rest In Peace.

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

March 27, 2012

Thank you for service, dedication and the ultimate sacrifice.

The Police Officers of the Harrison Police Department still honor you.

You are not forgotten.

Pat Murphy, Chief of Police Harrison AR
Harrison Police Department

December 28, 2011

Thank you for your service and dedication Chief Robertson. You will always be special to our family, since you were murdered by the same man who murdered my son's great grandfather, Santa Fe railroad employee Earl Vincent Dixon. I still have the newspaper clipping of the story and have wondered whether it was ever resolved.

RIP chief, you will never be forgotten.

kellyv

June 6, 2011

Rest in Peace, Chief Robertson. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

July 28, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR LONG AND DEDICATED SERVICE TO LAW ENFORCEMENT

Van Den Berghe
MANCHESTER, NH

February 26, 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
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and may not be duplicated without permission

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

August 6, 2007

Although we never met, you are surely not forgotten.

Scott Robertson

Scott Robertson

November 10, 2005

Thank you for your services.

Teresa Goss
Co-chair SHaDco Zone 4

August 5, 2005