Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

There are no words....God be with you and your family.

Sr. Corp. Rhonda Richeson
Dallas Police Department

February 22, 2008

SENIOR CORPORAL LOZADA MAY YOU REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER EVEN THOUGH WE NEVER MEET YOU WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY THOUGHTS AND HEART.
POLICE OFFICER RAKOVSZKY #8752
DALLAS POLICE DEPT.

LASZLO RAKOVSZKY
DALLAS POLICE DEPT.

February 22, 2008

May God bless your famliy during this difficult time. God Bless the Dallas Police Department. Godspeed Brother. Matthew 5:9 Blessed are the peacemakers.

Madison, AL

February 22, 2008

May God bless your famliy during this difficult time. God Bless the Dallas Police Department. Godspeed Brother. Matthew 5:9 Blessed are the peacemakers.

Madison, AL

February 22, 2008

Our prayers and thoughts are with the family and the fellow officers.
Rest in peace Motorman, you will not be forgotten.
Chief John Roelandts (retired and former Motorman) RBPD
Deborah Roelandts (911 retired)
Oconomowoc Wisconsin

Chief John Roelandts (retired)
Town of Oconomowoc

February 22, 2008

I will say a special prayer for you, your family, and the entire Dallas Police Department. Thank you for your life-long dedication and service to the community.

May you Rest in Peace Motorman.

Special Agent Kennerson
U.S. Secret Service

February 22, 2008

The Motorcycle Officer
"unknown author"

It sounds like thunder far away, but the skies are blue and bright...
And soon they crest the hill nearby, and ride into our sight.

They shake the ground with powerful sound, and they make some hearts beat fast...
They look so proud and noble, like Knights come from the past.

Side by side, they always ride, and seem to move as one...
From early in the morning light, to the setting of the sun.

And children point and wave to them, from cars that pass them
and young ones ask their parents, why the officers have mirrors for eyes.

They ride the roads, and fight for good, and defend small ones like you...
They ask to ride, and do with pride, and sometimes they are few.

Like officers of steel, on Silver Wings, they sparkle in the light...
then with a roar and rumble, they ride out of our sight.

Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.

Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground.

So if you see one riding, and you look into his face...
You see your reflection in his eyes; you know that you are safe.

For motor officers are a special breed, they love to ride the wind...
And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen ones ride again

February 22, 2008

So very sorry for your loss! You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers.

Officer's Wife -Laura
Oklahoma City Police Department

February 22, 2008

God bless & R.I.P

Ofcr Moore 3176
FWPD

February 22, 2008

"10-13" motorcycle down may you Rest in Peace Brother. My heart Goes out to your family and your department.

POlie Officer Drew Palmer
NYPD High Way Patrol Unit 1

February 22, 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

February 22, 2008

My deepest sympathy is extended to the family, friends, and co-workers of Senior Corporal Lozada-Tirado. Rest in peace, Sir, you will never be forgotten.

A citizen

February 22, 2008

ITS SOUNDS LIKE THUNDER FAR AWAY...

It sounds like thunder far away, but the skies are blue and bright...
And soon they crest the hill nearby, and ride into our sight.
They shake the ground with powerful sound, and they make some hearts beat fast...
They look so proud and noble, like Knights come from the past.

Side by side, they always ride, and seem to move as one...
From early in the morning light, to the setting of the sun.
And children point and wave to them, from cars that pass them by...
And young ones ask their parents, why the men have mirrors for eyes.

They ride the roads, and fight for good, and defend small ones like you...
They ask to ride, and do with pride, and sometimes they are few.
Like men of steel, on Silver Wings, they sparkle in the light...
then with a roar and rumble, they ride out of our sight.

Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.
Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground.

So if you see one riding, and you look into his face...
You see your reflection in his eyes, you know that you are safe.
For motormen are a special breed, they love to ride the wind...
And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen ones ride again.
By Author Unknown
We hope that these few words will help give comfort to the family and all who knew SR Cpl. Lozada-Tirado.
Canon City, Colorado

Marilyn Robinson
CC-Pirate Internet Radio

February 22, 2008

To my friend,

My heart broke when I heard the news of your death. You are a good man who was often concerned about other people and always helped with guidance and sound advice. Victor, I appreciate everything you have done for me and will deeply miss you.

Goodbye my friend,

Officer Steven T. Forrest
Seagoville Police Department, Texas

Officer Steven T. Forrest
Seagoville Police Department, Texas

February 22, 2008

Thank you for your service - rest in peace

A Citizen of Dallas

February 22, 2008

Corporal Lozada-Tirado,

May God comfort your family and friends during this difficult and tragic time. Rest in Peace Motorman.......

PFC K. Penman-Motor Squad
City of Fairfax PD, VA

February 22, 2008

Corporal Lozada-Tirado,

Rest in peace brother.

Detective Dave Howell
Plano,Texas Police Dept-Auto Theft

February 22, 2008

Rest in peace motorman.

Offc. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Department

February 22, 2008