Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 57th 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.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

November 22, 2010

Rest in Peace Sir

vandenberghe
`manchester, NH

November 29, 2007

DEPUTY PRICE, YOU HAVE SERVED WELL. MAY GOD BLESS YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AND SACRIFICE. A HERO FOR SURE. MAY YOU NEVER BE FORGOTTEN AND MAY YOU REST IN PEACE.

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

November 22, 2007

Deputy Price:

Thank You for having served the folks of the Carolinas.

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD

November 22, 2007

"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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept.

July 10, 2007

Peace to you and your family. Thanks for a Job well done.

Deputy Brian Ruckstuhl
Wood County Sheriff Ohio

June 24, 2007

You were killed when I was 3. I heard about you all my life. I remember hearing that Tillman had been found & convicted. I missed knowing you as I grew up. I am your cousin who was named after your mother.
Ruth Ellon

June 15, 2007

I was just a few weeks old when your life was taken. Thank you for making South Carolina a safer place in which to grow up.

Debbie
Manning, SC

Debbie Brewer
citizen and COPS member

May 16, 2007

Deputy Sheriff Price,
It has taken over 53 years, but you are finally being honored. I would like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Lexington County.

R.I.P.
Anonymous

Anonymous

March 21, 2007