Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Papa, I miss you more and more everyday. I wish that you could be here to see your great garandchildren, Connor and Annason. Connor looks more and more like a Daugherty everyday!! He's a shirt and stocky little guy! I love you and miss you more that you could ever imagine!

Rest in peace

Baby Doll

Danielle N. Daugherty-Lee
granddaughter

September 17, 2011

To Officer Jack Daugherty, his loved ones and friends, and fellow officers:

On this the 20th anniversary of your tragic death, please know that your valor, bravery and dedication to your job is remembered.

I hope that your family continues to be supported and cared for by their law enforcement family, and other police survivors.

This reflection is sent with the utmost respect for the distinquished service Officer Daugherty gave to his community and his country, and for the supreme sacrifice he and his family made on October 27, 1989.

Phyllis Loya, mother of fallen officer
Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

Anonymous

October 27, 2009

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

December 10, 2007

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

Pat Van Den Berghe, Manchester, NH
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

October 26, 2007

On the anniversary of your death, I salute you for your service and honor you for your sacrifice.

Rest in peace.

October 27, 2004