Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Your heroism and service is honored today, the ninth 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

April 21, 2009

Miss you, bro. You are remembered.

J. Wilson
BCSO

January 14, 2009

My thoughts are with all of your loved ones and close friends on this day. Continue to keep watch over all of them. You have not been forgotten as heroes never die.

BOb Gordon
Father of Officer: Michael P. Gordon, EOW: 8/8/04

April 20, 2008

SGT HUNT, YOU HAVE SERVED WELL. MAY YOU REST IN PEACE. A HERO FOR SURE. MAY GOD BLESS YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AND SACRIFICE.

CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RET.
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.

March 15, 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 24, 2008

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

April 20, 2007

As an officers wife, I hear story after story of how my husband would be going lights and sirens to a call and someone would pull out in front of him. Many will go through greeen lights even if they see a police car coming. There reasons are quite alarming, many think the police must yield to them since they have the green light and not the other way around. I can only hope this will change and officers will stop paying the price with their lives.
To the family of Sergeant Hunt:
I am so sorry for your loss. I am sure Tim is still watching out for all his friends and family. Rest in peace.

Wife of a michigan leo

April 20, 2007

Tim,

Every time I see your face it reminds me of how you used to infect everybody around you and have us all laughing and smiling. They say a man is never really gone until he is forgotten. We will always remember...

Miss you, brother.

Det. J. Wilson
Blount County S.O.

June 4, 2006

TIM,
ITS BEEN 6 YEARS NOW AND NOT A DAY GOES BY THAT YOU'RE NOT MISSED. THOSE WHOSE NEVER MET YOU REALLY MISSED MEETING A GREAT PERSON AND AN EXCELLENT POLICE OFFICER. APD WILL NEVER FORGET THE MAN WHO WAS 217. GO STEELERS!

PTL J. CAMERON
ALCOA POLICE DEPARTMENT

May 4, 2006

Tim,
I remember all the times your radio didn't work on that bike and we had to fix it. You were a great person who cared about his job & the people he served.

Stan Glass

February 25, 2006

Brother Hunt,

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Respectfully,
You’re Brothers in Blue

Untouchables Law Enforcement Motorcycle

December 2, 2005

I DIDNT KNOW THEN OTHER BY YOUR REPUTATION WITH WAS OUTSTANDING. NOW THAT I WORK IN THE COMM CENTER I WALK PAST YOUR MEMORIAL EVERY DAY AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU GAVE UP...THANKS YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO US.....

DISPATCHER
BLOUNT CO COMM CENTER

November 30, 2005

God holds a special place for those who give their lives in the service of others. Rest in peace, brother.

Sgt. Bill Richardson
Anchorage, Alaska PD

May 3, 2005

Sgt. Hunt,

I never knew you, but you paid the ultimate price. God Bless your family and the Alcoa PD. Rest in Peace Brother...

Officer
NC

June 13, 2004

"Cowboy Creed"

RECOGNISING that I volunteered as a "cowboy", fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor, and high espriti de corps of the "cowboys".

ACKNOWLEDGING the fact that a "cowboy" is the most elite police who goes 10-97 first, however difficult or dangerous the call, I accept the fact that as a "cowboy" my partners expect me to go farther, faster, and fight harder than any other police.

NEVER will I fail my "cowboys". I will keep myself mentally alert, physically strong, and morally straight and will shoulder more than my share of the burden. 100% and then some.

GALANTLY will I show the community that I am a specially selected and highly skilled police. My neatness of dress, care of equipment, and courtesy to fellow officers will set the example for others to follow.

ENERGETICALLY will I meet the dangerous, violent felon. I will defeat him in the street for I am courageous, well trained, and will fight with all my might. Coward is not a "cowboy" word. I will never desert an officer who needs help and under no circumstances will I ever embarrass the Alcoa Police Department.

READILY will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on, complete the arrest and go home at the end of my shift, though I be the lone survivor. "Cowboy" up.

*** Adapted by Ernest Kemper in honor of the "king of the Cowboys", Sgt. Tim Hunt (1969-2000)***

Ptl. Becky Bumgardner
Alcoa Police Department

"Whereas, Sergeant Timothy Joe Hunt was employed by the City of Alcoa Police Department on July 5, 1994; and

"Whereas, Sergeant Hunt had previously served as a police officer for the City of Sweetwater for six years, for a total of eleven and one-half years in law enforcement; and

"Whereas, Sergeant Hunt was critically injured in a traffic accident on April 19, 2000 while performing his duties as a police motorcycle officer and subsequently died from said injuries on April 20, 2000; and

"Whereas, During his career, Sergeant Hunt received numerous honors for outstanding performance in the line of duty as well as community services, particularly the FOP Lodge #9 Special Olympics Torch Run; and

"Whereas, At this time the Alcoa Chief of Police wishes to officially retire the badge number of Sergeant Hunt; and

"Whereas, The retirement of Badge Number 217 will memorialize the dedicated service by Sergeant Hunt to the Alcoa community."

Michael Hunt

"In The Air Tonight" -- Phil Collins

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, Oh Lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Well, if you told me you were drowning I would not lend a hand I've seen your face before my friend But I don't know if you know who I am

Well, I was there and I saw what you did I saw it with my own two eyes So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been It's all been a pack of lies

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Well I remember, I remember don't worry How could I ever forget, it's the first time, the last time we ever met But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you don't fool me The hurt doesn't show; but the pain still grows It's no stranger to you or me

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Michael Hunt

I saw the heavens open up.
The earth shoke with fear.
For evil knew of God's Army.
They were Heroes, on Steel Horse's.

Godspeed Brother

Tim Wynn Patrolman/Motor Squad
Columbus Ga. Police Dept.

"Land of Confusion"


I must've dreamed a thousand dreams
Been haunted by a million screams
I can hear the marching feet
They're moving into the street

Now did you read the news today
They say the danger's gone away
But I can see the fire's still alight
Burning into the night

Too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go 'round
Can't you see
This is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

Superman where are you now
Everything's gone wrong somehow
The men of steel, men of power
Are losing control by the hour

This is the time
This is the place
So we look for the future
But there's not much love to go 'round
Tell me why, this is a land of confusion

This is the world we live in
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in

I remember long ago ——
When the sun was shining
The stars were bright
All through the night
And the sound of your laughter
As I held you tight
So long ago ——

I won't be coming home tonight
My generation will put it right
We're not just making promises
That we know, we'll never keep

Too many men
Too many people
Making too many problems
And not much love to go 'round
Can't you see
This is the land of confusion

This is the world we live in
These are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth fighting for

This is the world we live in
And these are the names we're given
Stand up and let's start showing
Just where our lives are going to

Michael Hunt