St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department, Missouri
End of Watch Monday, July 17, 1978
Reflections for Sergeant James J. Wencewicz
God rest his soul.
Sgt. Robert A. Henne
Jersey City PD/Ret.
December 19, 2023
Thank you for your service and please know that your sacrifice is one that will never, ever be forgotten by your LE brethren. Rest in peace always.
Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police (Retired)
July 17, 2020
Rest in peace Officer Wencewicz.
Rabbi Lewis S. Davis
April 19, 2019
Rest In Peace Brother LEO. You are not forgotten.
Officer Mike Robinson (Ret.)
Upland Police Dept. CA
July 17, 2018
Jim,, David Tebeau and myself were the absolute best of friends in 7th and 8th grade. He was and a bright, fun, funny, brave and a genuine "stand up" fellow in every good sense of the word. I never had the chance to express my condolences to Judy and his family until now. He has been remembered, for sure.
Francis Bono
friend
August 22, 2012
I knew Jim in high school and just reconnected with his wife Judy who was also my friend. My heart goes out to her and her family, losing Jim at such an early age. The strength Judy must have had to carry on without Jim, raising their three daughters. My thoughts will always be with her.
Maggie
Friend
February 25, 2012
Your heroism and service is honored today, the thirty-first 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 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.
I pray for the solace of all those who love and miss you for I know both their pain and pride are forever.
Phyllis Loya
Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater
July 17, 2010
I was assigned as the Captain's Aide in the 2nd District when SGT Wencewicz was killed in the line-of-duty. I remember him a dedicated, professional police officer and a kind and honorable man. I remember that he and I often talked about higher education. He had been considering leaving the STLPD and joining A.T.F., but had decided upon staying with the force in the hope of moving up in the ranks. My boss, CPT Robert Richters was a close friend of SGT Wencewicz's and grieved at his loss.
Rest well my friend. I think of you still.
Mike
LTC Robert M (Mike) Paul, USAR (RET)
Former St. Louis Metropolitan Polilce Officer (1970-1981)
October 4, 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., Columbia, SC
December 11, 2007
On the anniversary of your death, let it be known that you are not forgotten by the men and women of the St. Louis City Police Department. God bless you and your family always.
DE
St. Louis City Police
July 17, 2007
I was young when you left, but I realize the impact you had on those who knew you by the hole that was left when you were gone. Thank you for all you did, and God bless all those who carry on your work.
Jamie
niece
December 28, 2006
A fine police officer, but even a better husband, man, and father. He gave his life doing what he loved to do, leaving behind a young family. Not a day goes by that his three daughters do not think of him with love, admiration, and respect.
Stephanie Wencewicz Keister
Loving Daughter
February 18, 2006
Hi Jim, so many years have gone by but there were so many memories, you know you live on in the hearts of many. They're tearing down the Cardinals stadium, you'd love the new one, reminds me of the old ones like Sportsmans Park. Rest In Peace My Friend.
Citizen Grace
Missouri
December 7, 2005
It's been many years since Sergeant Wencewicz's death, and this website was not available then. I believe this explains why there are no reflections for him. Everyone should have a reflection. Such a shame to lose someone at such a young age. RIP
February 22, 2005
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