Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Officer Mc Duffie Hampton Stone was my grandfather. My father, John Roscoe Stone and aunt Corrie Stone , who married Claude Martin were the two children of McDuffie and Fanny Hollingsworth Stone. My dad was 11 years old on Jan. 28, 1909.
A special train was sent from Columbia, SC to Laurens to care for my grandfather. My grandfather and grandmother had just moved into a new home in Laurens and the Columbia doctors operated on my grandfather on the kitchen table. He passed about 3 or 4 o'clock the following afternoon.

Frank Stone
Grandson of McDuffie Hampton Stone

June 13, 2022

Rest in peace Patrolman Stone.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

January 28, 2020

Patrolman Stone,
On today, the 110th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Laurens County. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

BPA Mike Casey
United States Border Patrol
El Paso Station

January 28, 2019

Thank you for your heroic service. RIP

Lauran Hamby
Great great granddaughter

November 28, 2014

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 103rd 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 murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never dimishes respect, and 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

January 28, 2012

Gone but not forgotten sir. You are remembered.

Anonymous

January 28, 2011

I was not aware of this site until today. I came here to pay respect to a fallen NC Trooper, and while here, saw each state is represented. I am touched by this honor for my great-grandfather, a man I never knew, a man whose dedication and sacrifice is still remembered by my family to this day.

It may seem strange that this officer's death still resonates three generations after he was killed. Perhaps, I should say five generations since his descendents now span into a host of little ones who will one day hear the story about their great-great-great grandfather who gave his life in service and protection of others.

Thank you for the memorial to him. And thank you to the kind people who have written such comforting notes.

K.G. Tewkesbury
great-granddaughter

June 20, 2008

Thank You for having served the Carolina Community.

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD

January 28, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

Pat Van Den Berghe
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

January 24, 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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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept.

July 10, 2007

PATROLMAN STONE,
THOUGH MUCH TIME HAS PASSED, YOUR MEMORY STILL LIVES ON. THANK-YOU FOR THE BRAVE LIFE YOU LEAD. GOD SPEED.

DIPATCHER9520
SAUK COUNTY SHERIFFS DEPT

January 28, 2006

ALTHOUGH YOU HAVE BEEN DEAD FOR SO MANY YEARS DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE DIED IN VAIN. I DO NOT KNOW YOU OR HOW YOU DIED. GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN MY BROTHER. REST IN PEACE. GOD BLESS YOU. 01-28-03

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