Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Sgt. Freed,
On today, the 33rd anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of New York City. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
Anonymous

Anonymous

August 31, 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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

January 2, 2008

Today is the 32nd Anniversary of your tragic, brutal, and untimely murder. Thank you for your bravery, service, and sacrifice. May your family take comfort in the fact that you will NEVER be forgotten and will FOREVER be a hero!

DET SGT, Retired
AR

August 31, 2007

On this 31st anniversary of your murder, I just want to say Thank you for your service. As a former Auxiliary Police Officer myself, I understand how, even without pay, serving your community is a rewarding, if under appreciated, experience. To make Sergeant and be the recipient of two citations at age 20 speaks volumes about you. You are a hero.

God Bless and may you continue to Rest in Peace, Brother.

Ptl. Jim Leahy, Jr.
Harvard University Police Dept.

August 31, 2006

God bless every apo

Detective Alex
US DEA

July 31, 2006

Rest in peace brother David

Auxiliary Police Officer John Huntemann
NYPD

September 11, 2004

It is a terrible tragedy whenever an Officer dies in the line of duty. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten. May you rest in peace.

Auxiliary Police Officer Charles Smith
New York City Police Department - Auxiliary Police Section

May 20, 2004

You were only 20 years old! Where's the sense in that? Thank you for your sacrifice. You'll never be forgotten.....

Anonymous

October 2, 2003