Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

No passage of time will ever erase your service and the sacrifice you made. Rest in peace always.

Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police (Retired)

June 23, 2020

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 23, 2015

Great Grandpa 'Jere' Hughes,

Remembrance is a golden chain
Death tries to break,
but all in vain.
To have, to love, and there to part is the greatest sorrow of one's heart.
The years may wipe out many things,
But some they wipe out never.
Like memories of our fallen heroe's,
They will never be forgotten.

In loving memory,

Great Granddaughter - Carole Brock
Tampa, FL
July 6, 2011

Carole Brock
Great granddaughter

July 6, 2011

Your heroism and service is honored today, the one hundred and seventeenth 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 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.

Phyllis Loya

Anonymous

June 24, 2009

Thank You for having served the Carolina Community.

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD

June 23, 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 © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept.

July 9, 2007

DEAR MR.HUGHES ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN YERS LATER WE STILL REMEMBER YOU AND YOUR SERVICES YOU REMAIN A HERO TODAY EVERYWHERE

SCOTT SMITH
GRANDSON OF FALLEN STANFORD KY POLICE OFFICER GARY KIDWELL EOW 1-20-91

June 23, 2007

My name is Barbara Ann Hughes Bowman Saunders. I am the oldest great grandchild of Jeremiah Hughes.

I am the oldest grandchild of Jeremiah Hughes. (I am the eldest of the three) I just wish we knew more about him.

I am the oldest great-grandchild of Jeremiah Hughes. There are 3-great-grandchildren left.
Jeremiah married Sara Elizabeth M'Gaha. There were three children born to them, Hattie May, Ellen Brock, and (my grandfather, Andrew Tolliver Hughes.)

My great-grandmother, Sara Elizabeth M'gaha remarried in later years to a man whose last name was "Puckett'.

Sara Elizabeth Puckett died May 1, 1933, 2 years before I was born.

Barbara Ann Hughes Bowman Saunders
(oldest great-grandaughter of Jeremiah Hughes.

July 3, 2006

Remembering you on your anniversary. Didn’t know so many were lost on 6/23 until one of our own was lost. You will never be forgotten.

Anonymous

June 23, 2004

Jeremiah,

One Hundred Twelve years later, we still honor you. We always will. With brotherly love and respect, Jim Crotty (Former Richmond, VA Police Officer.)

Jim Crotty, Special Agent (Ret.) ATF
Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms

June 23, 2004

I stop by this website often after the death of two dear friends with the NCSHP (Troopers Calvin Taylor E.O.W. October 3, 2001 and Anthony Cogdill E.O.W. May 30, 2003). Unfortunately, I had to add the name of another friend recently. Deputy Jeffery Hewitt, Buncombe County (NC) Sheriff’s Department, E.O.W. April 4, 2004.

I want to honor all of those who gave their life in the line of duty. Although your death was many many years ago, you are still a hero.

God Bless the men and women who continue to serve their communities in our great Nation.

...Gone, but never Forgotten....

Marti Ingle (EMT-Paramedic)
Haywood Co EMS (NC)

April 9, 2004

The policeman stood and faced his God,which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, policeman. How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?
The policeman squared his shoulders and said.
"No, I guess I ain't because those of us who carry a badge can't always be a Saint."
I've had to work most Sundays
and at times my talk is rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep...
though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got to steep.
And I never passed a cry for help
though at times I shook with fear,
and sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much, but if you don't...I'll understand"
There was a silence all around the throne where the Saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne you burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets.
You've done your time in Hell"

G. Houston
South Carolina

September 19, 2003

06-23-03, A HERO IS NEVER FORGOTTEN. MAY GOD BLESS. REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER.

CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RETIRED
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.