Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

I'm his nephew! I wish I got to to meet him! My mom died wishing he was with her! My name is Brenton Patrick Laraway and a VET too.

Brenton Laraway
Nephew

July 26, 2022

Rest in peace always knowing that your service and sacrifice will never, ever be forgotten by your law enforcement brethren.

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

September 8, 2020

Heroes live forever, Officer Hunt, and we will never forget. Thank you for the sacrifice you made for the citizens of Beaumont and the great State of Texas.

Greater Houston C.O.P.S.

September 8, 2013

Rest in peace, Officer Hunt. Your service and sacrifice to the citizens of Beaumont and the great State of Texas are not forgotten.

Greater Houston C.O.P.S.

September 8, 2012

Rest in peace, Officer Hunt. You're not forgotten.

Greater Houston C.O.P.S.

September 7, 2011

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

January 31, 2008

Rest in peace, Sir! You are not forgotten.

Police Officer

February 23, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.r

June 30, 2006

Pat,

The memorial has been dedicated. I was saddened that no from your family was there to represent you. But, your family of officers did an excellent job of remembering your service. You are not forgotten.

Ron Petitt

ron Petitt

August 22, 2005

Rest in peace motorman.

Ofc. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Dept.

September 3, 2003