Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Det. Sgt. Boone,
On today, the 50th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Columbus. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

February 15, 2023

Rest in peace Sergeant Boone.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

March 8, 2019

Remember your work and the year some of you spent helping at Callaway Gardens.Where my Father used you all for security.
Good ol days not forgotten

retired chief

December 1, 2015

I think of you frequently. How you made it a priority of yours to spend time with me, after my father died. What a great uncle you were! I wonder what all you would have accomplished had you lived? I think of how proud you would have been of your two son's and their children. It's been thirty nine years since you were taken from us on that cold and snowy February day, but I've missed you, your smile and your one of a kind laughter for all thirty nine....and I'm certain I always will.

Ralph Boone
Nephew

May 20, 2012

Rest in Peace, Sergeant Boone. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

March 24, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 39th 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.

Time never diminishes respect and your memory will always be honored and revered.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

February 15, 2012

Mr. Jack: I will always remember your smile and laughter -- and how you got mad when Jackie got that Beatle haircut! Ha! Rest in peace, brother. John(ny) Trotter.

Dr. John Trotter
Friend

August 5, 2011

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE,YOU ARE A HERO JUST BY THE PROFESSION YOU CHOSE.

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NY

February 10, 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

December 23, 2007

Jack, My dad was suppose to be on that plane with you and the Mayor and everyone else, he was Chief John Collins from Rome Ga. I do not understand why he did not go but he is with you now watching over all of us. My dad always spoke so highly of you and the mayor. I remember you all so very very well and always enjoyed the fellowship we all had together. i have been in law enforcement now for over 22 years. I miss my dad but learned so very much from him and from those who surrounded him. Continue to Rest in Peace with the Lord. May God continue to Bless you and your family.

Officer John F. Collins, JR.
Charlotte Mecklenburg Police Dept

November 3, 2007

Jack, I was a 2 year veteran when you and J R Allen departed us, Your Brother was devastated as was our entire Department..a few years later I moved to Florida and have since retired.
You were one of the nice guys who made a new Officer feel welcomed and needed..you taught me a few things..You are not forgotten

Joe Pizzimenti
Retired

October 5, 2006

The policeman stood and faced 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 lord, 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 was 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 just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time 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 judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"

GREGG HOUSTON
SOUTH CAROLINA

July 6, 2005

Reflections of your life bring memories of gorgeous, heartfelt smiles, a love of family and an ambitious nature. Having been your niece for the short while that you were here was a blessing that will forever remain in my heart. I love you Uncle Jack . I'll be seeing you.

Linda

May 22, 2005

Sgt. Boone,
On today, the 32nd anniversary of your death, I would like to say thank you for your service to the citizens of Columbus.

R.I.P.
Anonymous

February 15, 2005