Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

I did not know you or your family but I just read your story and was thinking about your daughters. I just want them to know that you are not forgotten. Thank you for your sacrifice.

Patrolman
Franklin Police Department IN

July 13, 2008

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

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

November 2, 2007

"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

July 31, 2007

Hey Jerry,

Every now and then I think about our last conversation. You know, the one where I asked you how much longer you had to be on the force before they issued you bullets for your gun. ;)

I know Mike still misses you. You were a good friend to him.

Another time,
Mike's sister

January 2, 2006

Griff:

A lot has happened since you had to step over to the other side. But man, you're still missed!

Rest in peace.

Annuit Coeptis

Lt. S. I. Drake
Indianapolis Police Department

August 23, 2005

May God grant you eternal peace and bring comfort to your loved ones.

January 5, 2005

Thanks Brother for your service.

March 18, 2004