Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Corporal Illingworth, rest in peace.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

March 23, 2019

Not one day has passed that I haven’t thought about you or missed you. My whole life has been dedicated to making you proud, I’ve slipped many times along the way but have continued to pursue living like I thought you would have. I served our country in combat like you did and made a career in selfless service like you did before me. I tell your grandkids about you as often as possible, they all love you so much and are proud of your sacrifice. I try to be the father to them that you were to me. Even though I was very young when you were taken, I feel so lucky to have had a dad that set the bar so high for me. You will live on with us for the rest of our days, I will continue to tell your story to your grandkids and great grandkids. I love you dad.

SSG William Illingworth JR
US Army

November 16, 2017

You may be gone, but you're never forgotten! On this the anniversary of your accident just wanted you to know you are thought of often and will always have a special place in my heart! Thank you for your service and the how you impacted my life and career choice. Loved always, until we meet again!

Rachel Ward Wadford
Someone that loved you

September 9, 2016

Thank you Bill for your years of service in the Police service. Most of all thank you for the love, friendship and protection you offered my Husband , Fox, in Vietnam. You were the best our nation had, you served America well! Someday I hope to share with your son the true hero you were. Please email me if you see this at [email protected]

Pamela Poole-Lively Machino
Wife of your milatary partner, John F. Machino

June 18, 2016

Your 13 years of services are continuing to be appreciated, John.

David

February 28, 2012

The wicked flee where no man pursueth, but the righteous are as bold as a lion.
Proverbs 28:1

God bless you and all who mourn you. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Friend of Off. Kris Fairbanks RIP 9-20-08

K.L.

February 28, 2009

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 18th 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.

To his loved ones: I share your anquish in losing a beloved family member which I believe is life's greatest sorrow. Time never diminishes love. You are in my heart's embrace today. May God grant you solace.

Rest In Peace. You are so handsome in your picture. I am sorry you were robbed of your life at such a young age.
You put up a hard fight for eight years, one which your family endured with you. I hope your department supported them during that time.

Phyllis Loya

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

February 28, 2009

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE AND DEDICATION

Van Den Berghe
MANCHESTER, NH

February 21, 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

November 16, 2007

Rest in peace brother. Your dedication and sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer Bill Dowdy
Willard MO P.D.

August 14, 2006

God Speed

Ofc. Eric Chiang
San Francisco Police Department

October 20, 2005

I thank you for your dedication, salute you for your sacrifice, and grieve your passing.

A grateful citizen.

September 23, 2004

MY BROTHER, YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN. MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND MAY YOU REST IN PEACE. YOU SERVED WELL.

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

February 28, 2004

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 cheek?
To my church have you been true?
The policeman squared his shoulders and said.
"No, I guess I ain't because those of us who carry a badge can't always be a Saint."
I've had to work most Sundays
and at times my talk is rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep...
though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got to steep.
And I never passed a cry for help
though at times I shook with fear,
and sometimes, God forgive me, I've 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 here, Lord, it needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much, but if you don't...I'll understand"
There was a silence all around the throne where the Saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne you burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets.
You've done your time in Hell"

G. Houston
South Carolina

September 29, 2003