Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Pilot Haynie, rest in peace.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

September 1, 2019

Les,
I think of you frequently and am still thankful for the days when we were roommates at the Border Patrol Academy. Thank you for helping me learn Spanish.

Frank J Hawkins
U. S. Border Patrol (Ret.)

September 2, 2018

Lester I think of you fairly often and miss the times we were able to jam together and wonder what would have happened in the years to come. Keep the faith brother and someday we'll see each other eyeball to eyeball.

Twang
friend from South America days.

October 4, 2015

Time may have passed but you are not forgotten. I believe as long as someone remembers you or speaks your name, you are still with us.
Thank you for your heroism.
GOD Bless

Detention Officer A.Zambito
Texas

June 15, 2015

"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9

Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo
Federal Air Marshal Service

June 14, 2013

To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 27th anniversary year 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 who was murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered. Rest In Peace.

I pray for solace for all those that love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever.

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

November 20, 2012

Greetings Brother Officer,
I was the first officer on-scene of that tragic event in June 1985.
I still remember the confusion on the radio as to where the BP plane had gone done.
Having been a CHP officer assigned to the Winterhaven RP for several years, I was very familiar where the double power lines and the RR crossed west of Yuma.
I went to that location as fast as I could on a washboarded dirt road hoping for a miracle.
What I found will forever remain in my memory.
I was the one who directed and coordinated the responding units to the scene of the crash.
May I offer my most sincerest and humblest condolences on the loss of your father and fellow officer. Remember, he died with honor, serving his country.

Sgt. G. E. Parrott
California Highway Patrol (and former Capt. USAF)

May 6, 2012

I stumbled across this site by accident and was shocked to see my father looking back at me from the computer screen. I was eight years old when dad died, and was often told through my youth how much like him I was. I wish that I could have had the opportunity to make that determination for myself. I have tried hard through my life to make dad proud, and I know that someday I will have the chance to speak to him about my life.

Dad took me flying for my 8th birthday and i was hooked. It was only a few short months later that the he had his accident and left us.

From the day I had my first flight as an 8 year old boy, my only goal, my only plan for my life was to be a pilot. I am now a Captian, soon to be Major in the United States Air Force, and a Pilot.

I am now approaching the age in my own life that dad was when he died. I catch glimpses of himin the mirror as I walk past and I instantly miss him, or at least I miss the life we could have had together.

I appreciate the thoughts left by others, and I join mine with theirs......I miss you, we all miss you. The world is dimmer without you. Until we meet again, Love you son

Capt Kevin Haynie
United States Air Force (Youngest Son)

February 17, 2012

Thank you for your service. We will keep fighting the good fight.

EM
ex-BPA current ICE SA

Anonymous

June 14, 2010

RIP.You are not forgotten.

Anonymous

November 17, 2008

As I look at the faces of the men and women here, I see the faces of my co-workers. I can imagine each of them shooting the bull and swapping war stories at choir practice as the meat sizzles on the grill. I see them laughing, pranking and teasing their fellow agents, as we often do when we relieve stress. I wish that each of them were still here to share the good times.

And I feel compelled to look at each of the faces here and remember…to remember that each of them made the ultimate sacrifice in service to their country and we should NEVER forget them or their service.

Too often the sacrifices of those who serve our country are overlooked or casually dismissed by the very public they served so selflessly. But WE should never forget them…each and every one of them. May they each rest in peace eternally in God’s loving embrace.

SBPA James Doran
US Border Patrol

July 22, 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 © 1993 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

March 18, 2008

Dear Brother,

You were always bigger than life to me. We became such good friends when I got older and I still miss our conversations. There was never a better mechanic. Beth and the kids still maintain contact, though not nearly as often as all of us should.

I'm sure that in some way you know how much you are missed and loved.

Glender

Glenna
sister

November 15, 2007

Les, in the short time I knew you, you made an indelible impression on me. You are still remembered, and I still speak of you often. You were always larger than life, and you lived your life to the fullest. Rest easy, my friend.

1st SGT Fred Mahaffey
Fort Mill PD

May 4, 2007

Mr. Haynie

You were one of our Spanish Instructors, 131st, at Glynco, 1979. You gave the extra time for Group 4. You were among the first journymen to display what "espirit de corp" and joining the Border Patrol family meant. You will never be forgotten because you gave or yourself and cared for the NUGs (New Ugly Guys). Your War Stories made us look forward to getting out to the field. We were not disappointed. The Border Patrol has been everyhting you said it would be and more. "Hook Up" Amigo.

Trainee 1979
SDC/CHU

December 3, 2006

Hello my brother,
I'm looking at your picture and remembering so many things about you that make me so proud that you are my brother. I remember the many nights trying to help me with my homework, taking me to the movies, and teasing me about having a "crush" on Dean Martin.
I still to this day brag about you and am so proud of you. Your kids have grown to be exceptional, wonderful people and your grandkids are beautiful.
Till I see you again...

Annette

Annette
Sister

June 13, 2006

Les,
From our days at the Academy in Los Fresnos when we were roommates I knew that you are a special person. You helped me to learn Spanish and I ehlped you to cope with the separation from your beloved family. I know that all of our fellow classmates from our Sector - Dave, Mark, Mingo, Mac and Ron - join me in my sorrow over no being able to see you again.

Your name in on the Arizona Peace Officers' Memorial in front of the State capitol in Phoenix. You're a good man, Les, and you're good to ride the river with.
Frank

Frank J. Hawkins, Agent (Ret.)
U. S. Border Patrol

April 5, 2006

Pilot Haynie,
On today, the 20th anniversary of your death, I would like to say thank you for your service to our Country and to the Patrol. As a fellow Agent, I know what we go through.

R.I.P.
Anonymous

June 14, 2005