Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

I believe you were my uncle on my biological father's side. I never met you and just learned about your death. You did a good thing protecting our country and i am greatful for that. I just wished i met you. RIP and god bless

Zulma Zurita
niece

July 25, 2008

Hey Dad, you're always in our conversations, and somehow there is always someone nearby who has the most encouraging words to say about you. You have definitely left a mark, not only on your family, but on your fellow colleagues. I wish I could have witnessed you doing your job, and definitely spend a whole lot of more time with you. Now I'm going for my BA in criminal justice and I hope you're proud. Muakssssss!!! your daughter Denisse (Deni)

Denisse Zurita
n/a

April 30, 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

March 31, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

January 1, 2008

Sosi, you should be very proud of your sister. She is riding in the Police Unity Tour this year. I keep telling your brothers to ride with us. They are a bunch of great guys. Ellen

SSA Ellen Pierson
ICE

April 25, 2007

From your brothers, sister and kdis---It's been nine years and we still feel the pain of your lost. You're often on our minds and in our conversation. God bless you buddy

Manuel Zurita IV
Det/Sgt Virgin Islands Police Retired

March 10, 2007

G-d Bless.

January 6, 2007

I believe we met once in Arizona. Now I am friends with your family. They are the best.
Be proud of your sister and niece who serve in the US Customs Service.

SSA R. Ellen Pierson
US Customs Service

January 13, 2004

May your name always be remembered. You are a true hero to America. Thank You for your service. You will never be forgotton.

Ryan
Los Angeles,CA

January 13, 2004