Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Patrolman Brummit,
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 Brookfield. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

BPA Mike Casey
United States Border Patrol(Retired)

July 16, 2024

Thank you for your service and please know that your sacrifice will never be forgotten. Rest in peace always.

Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police (Retired)

July 16, 2020

A lot has changed since that horrible crash. I remember it like it was just last year. I'm sure you keep a watchful eye on those you left behind. We still talk about you from time to time. You have not been forgotten by your fellow officers.

. Fellow Officer
Brookfield PD

September 14, 2015

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 11th 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.

Phyllis Loya

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

July 16, 2010

"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

December 6, 2007

May you Sleep safe with Our Lord and may He continue to comfort and strengthen your family as they continue their journey towards you.

July 16, 2006

This poem was submitted by Sgt. Robert L. Smith Communications Officer in memory of Patrolman John Richard Brummitt, co-worker and friend.  Officer Brummitt was a victim of a drunk driving crash that occurred 200 ft. from his residence as he was on his way home.  Officer Brummitt lived 15 months in critical condition from the date of the crash to the date of his death (7-16-99).  He is survived by his wife, Dava,three sons, and two step-sons, and his only grandson.

An Officer's Request

Oh God, give me stamina to work my best.

With quick reflexes and be fast of feet.

Give me wisdom to answer all my calls

To watch over me down dark unlit halls.

Give me compassion to help those who are in need.

And stop and talk to young ones that I may see.

Give me integrity to do things that are right.

And the strength to break up any fights.

Give me tranquility by looking over my loved ones tonight

Even that I may too soon have to give up my life.

Give me post at Heaven's gate that is well kept.

So I may salute those that have followed in my steps.

Sgt. Robert L. Smith
Brookfield Police Department