Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

I see you picture. I hear your voice. I remember your wit, your generosity, and the young love we shared in high school and college. Only recently have I been able to see you in dreams. You are well and happy. I will live my life on this earth with the same passion and honor that you lived yours, until we see each other, again. Thank you for your service! Thank you for your life!

Jenny Berndt Culver

December 18, 2009

"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

January 3, 2008

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

Pat Van Den Berghe, Manchester, NH
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

December 5, 2007

What a loving God we must serve to ensure each generation is supplied with such men,such giants,those willing to walk towards the sound of the guns for without these heros we would surely be damned.

MJ
Friend / Dekalb County Police Officer

April 27, 2007

John, I will be making my 1st trip to the wall this year 2007 after 23 years of police work in Dekalb County,Ga. I will consider it a great honor to take an etching of your name from the wall. We went went to school togather many years ago in Youngstown. It was years later that I learned that you had stood your final watch. You are and always will be a true American Hero.

MJ
Friend / Dekalb County Police Officer

April 27, 2007

Rest in peace.

December 8, 2006

On the anniversary of your death, I salute you for your service and honor you for your sacrifice.

A hero never dies....

Rest in peace, hero.

December 8, 2004

I miss you very much. It's been 22 years and I still can't make the hurt go away. Your missed by so many and still loved by us all.

Cindi Utlak-Shimp

April 25, 2004