Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Deputy Francis,
On today, the 25th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Kiowa County. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

January 19, 2021

Rest in peace Deputy Francis.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

December 2, 2019

Deputy Francis,
On today, the 23rd anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Kiowa County. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

January 19, 2019

I will always remember you Mike.

Deputy Buck Jones
Beckham County Sheriff's Office

January 29, 2014

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 16th 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.. I pray for the solace of all those who love and miss you for I know the pain and pride are forever. Your family is in my heart's embrace today.

Rest In Peace

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

January 19, 2012

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER , NH

January 11, 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 9, 2008

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

Rest in peace.

January 19, 2005

THE POLICEMANS LAST ROLL CALL....

The Policeman stood and faced his God, which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining, just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman. How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other check?
To My Church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said, "No Lord, I guess I aint.
Because those of us who carry badges cant always be a Saint."

"I've had to work most Sundays,
and sometimes my talk was rough.
And sometimes I've even been violent
because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
that wasn't mine to keep,
but I worked alot of overtime
when the bills just got to steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place among the people here,
they never wanted me around
except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me Lord,
it needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had to much,
but if you don't I'll understand."

There was silence all around the Throne,
where the Saints had often trod,
as the policeman waited quietly
for the judgement of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman,
you've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
you've spent your time in Hell."

SG
Former Deputy KCSO

January 8, 2005