Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Another year has passed and you are still admired and respectfully remembered in the hearts and minds of so many. My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends on this anniversary of your EOW. You will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

April 14, 2010

Officer Thurman - Taken from this life at so young an age. I was sworn in on my 21st birthday. I've heard it said that when we start out in this job we survive on 90% luck and 10% skill. Toward the end of our careers, it is hoped that the 90/10 scale has reversed itself. I look back 33 years later and know there were several times when I got by on "luck", rather than on "skill". David, I hope that you are resting in peace and that you'll be guiding us on our way, if we're found worthy to join you, that is.

Chief K. Moreland (Ret. Sgt.)
Palmer Lake, CO PD (Ret. LAPD)

March 23, 2010

YOU ARE NOT FORGOTTEN.........THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE. R.I.P.

Sgt L Satcher
Gainesville Police Dept Florida

January 29, 2009

RIP.You will never be forgotten by the ones who love you and knew you.

Anonymous

October 12, 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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

December 10, 2007

Officer Thurman, I recently discovered that it was you that was working with my uncle, Pineville City Marshal Lloyd Perkins, the night he was wounded. I can remember stories of an officer that was so brave and dedicated that he gave his own life in order to protect the community that he served. Come to find out, those stories were about you. And because of those stories, I decided to go into law enforcement myself. You sir, are a true American hero. If I can be half the cop you and Uncle Lloyd were, I'll be doing great!
Anyway, thanks for all you've done. Rest easy brother, we've got the watch now.

Deputy Jessie Perkins
Taney County Sheriff's Dept.

January 1, 2007

To David and family,

I knew you in high school, although not very well. I remember your death like it happened yesterday and I still have the original newspaper clippings from that terrible day.

It was cold, wet and foggy the night that you gave your life in service to the people of Pineville. You could have been home in a nice warm bed with your new wife but you chose to serve the city and the people of Pineville. That says alot of the person that you were.

I joined the fire department shortly after your death and have since went on to become certified as a LEO. I went even further and worked my way up to becoming an investigator for a nearby department. I would not have done any of this had it not been for the example that you set years ago.

I still see the memorial on the Pineville city square and I wonder if the younger people know of your sacrifice and dedication to the city. I hope they see it and ask about you. I hope they see it as an inspiration.

Investigator

October 13, 2005

We al remember vividly the night that David was shot. It was a wet, cold, foggy April night.

Over a hundred officers, from as far away as Wyoming, came to this small town (population 500) to pay their respects to the young officer.

David was the 1st and hopefully only officer to die in the line of duty while serving the citizens of Pineville. God Bless you and keep you David. You are not forgotten....

Deputies and Police Officers
McDonald County, Missouri

Rest in peace brother.

Police Officer
Denver Police Department