Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

It has been 14 years since you left this earth and you are still remembered and admired by your family, friends and colleagues in the Federal Law Enforcemeent system. I recently retired from the U.S.Courts and still think of you often. I can only say that I am honored to have known you as you were a true and genuine caring individual whom displayed a professional attitude at all times. I still see your colleagues and bring up your name as you will never be forgotten, my friend!

Mario B. Sanchez, U.S Pretrial Services
U.S.Courts

September 27, 2008

My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family on this anniversary.

Former N.H. Police Officer
Fauquier County, Va

June 30, 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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and may not be duplicated without permission

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

January 19, 2008

Ricki, thank you for the sacrifice you made in following your beliefs to make this a better place, you fought bravely. Your family holds their heads up high as we our proud of you. You are courageous to have given the ultimate sacrifice any brave warrior can give when willing to believe so strongly in your convictions you sacrifice your life. If I have only a small portion of your strength, courage and moral character then I am a better person. You are loved and missed, we know you are in gods loving arms, we will see you in heaven. THANK YOU

David Noriega
Cousin

March 5, 2007

I just wanted to say "Thank you." May god watch over your family.

R.M. Taylor
DOJ

June 25, 2006

Thank you for your service and sacrifice Agent Fass. You have not been forgotten.

Officer
Maryland

January 23, 2006

God bless you and your family.

DE
St. Louis City Police

August 14, 2005

Richard, its been over ten years since you were taken, your infectious sense of humor will remain with me always, you are not forgotten but remembered always. You are missed every day.

Vaya Con Dios Compadre

DEA Task Force

July 5, 2005

UNDERCOVER
No crisp uniform of honor did he wear
Nor golden badge of glory did his chest bear
Only troubling thoughts of money, guns and drugs
Fighting back the tears as he collected his nightly hugs

In this secret life he chose, he clearly was the best
But his uneasy path was much different then the rest
He knelt in prayer with his family at night
Before he quietly went out to carry on his fight

They kept a scrapbook of his many feats
But his true worth is not captured on these sheets
He knew that he was a soldier in a losing war
And his return to those who love him was unsure

His futile fight to save a city block by block
Resulted one night in that tragic knock
His friends sadly called upon his loving wife
With a tearful message of how he lost his life

One last time his brothers gave him praise
But only half way up Old Glory did they raise
And in the end the bugler played his solemn tune
With prayers that his soul will enter soon

God bless you, brave warrior!

Private Citizen
U. S. A.

October 17, 2004

I never knew you but your partner told me how good an Officer you were. I feel it appropriate to leave my reflection as a tribute to an Agent who was trying to make my life in Arizona better. I was only a teen aged kid when you gave your life but I remember the saddness I had that day as I watched the TV. God be with you. Thanks for your sacrifice.

Officer C.L. Starr
ADC