Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in Peace, Patrolman Holcomb. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

February 4, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 34th 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.

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

Rest In Peace

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

November 21, 2011

Special Agent T.D. Holcomb, thankyou for your reflection for Officer Robert Holcomb, Bobby and I worked together I was his training officer and we were partners he was my best friend. Thankyou and god bless you and your son for your service. Retired Officer Robert Soli Plainville Police Dept.

Officer Robert Soli
Plainville PD Retired & Friend

November 21, 2011

Office Holcomb you were doing the job you were trained to do and these cowards took you from your family. It takes a special person to run toward danger and face it head on rather than run away from it as most people do. Your bravery is without question. I hope your family finds peace in knowing the cowards that took you away from them will pay the rest of their lives for this. I can assure you there will be indeed a special place in hell for these cowards and special place in heaven for you sir. Thank-you. Though we are not related, I carry the Holcomb name with pride as well as my son, who is also a police officer. Rest in peace sir.

Special Agent T.D.Holcomb
Norfolk Southern Railroad Police

May 19, 2011

I remember the death of this fine man as though it was yesterday. I was living in a nearby town. I am glad to see that he has not been forgotten. rest in peace

Anonymous

May 2, 2009

Rest in peace hero

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

November 30, 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
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

September 25, 2007

My Uncle Bob was killed on November 21, 1977 by Gary Castonguay. Bob was answering a robbery call at a home in Plainville when two men (Castonguay and his nephew, Rocco Testa) ran out of the house. Bob chased Castonguay while he (Castonguay) waited for him in the woods across the street. He shot my Uncle once in the arm and then stood over him and fired 4 shots into his chest at close range. My Uncle Bob died shortly after at New Britain General Hospital. My Aunt Nancy and cousin Mac mourned over his death as well as the rest of the Holcomb family and our family. Mac is now almost 33 years old and has a son, Bobby Holcomb. My Uncle Bob was a courageous man and a great police officer. He was 28 years old when he was killed on November 21, 1977.

Kim Stimac Giove
niece of Bobby Holcomb

October 17, 2006

GOD BE WITH YOU BROTHER!

J.CISNEROS
LOS ANGLES SCHOOL POLICE

July 22, 2005

RIP HERO IN BLUE

We honor your duty and remember you for ever!

May 23, 2005

You died the year my daughter was
born so that was a long time ago,
but your memory is not forgotten.
Thank you for your sacrifice. Many
have joined your rank in these past
27 years. May each of them live on
in our hearts.
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

April 1, 2005

Hero and Warrior!....

December 18, 2004

05/22/04

Each day I try to read the ODMP. Today I read your story. Any officer who dies in the line of duty will always be remembered for his sacrifice. You died a hero. Rest in peace Officer Holcomb.

Captain Robert W Cannon, Ret.
Vermilion Co, Il. Sheriff's Dept.

May 22, 2004