Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in peace Officer Bennett.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

March 15, 2022

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

May 28, 2015

Thoughts and Prayers to the Officers Family and Department . Thank-you for your Service . 10 - 42 , God Bless . Ride Far , Ride Free Ride Forever .

Rick Mercurio

September 12, 2014

Now Many Years later, I being being his daughter, decided to go into Criminal Science and become and Investigator, in the Memory of My DAD.

He also has 3 beautiful grandsons that remind me of him, every time I look at them, He would be proud.

Betty Wilson
Daughter

December 26, 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 22nd 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.

I pray for the solace of all those that love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever. Your family is in my heart's embrace. Thanks to your friends for sharing their memories and devotion to you through their reflections.

Rest In Peace.

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

May 28, 2012

I knew Rod for over 20 years. I will never forget the day you died, I was at work and heard on the radio that a Detroit Police Officer had been killed who was with the Force for 20 years. I stopped and thought of how many years you served and thought Thank God it's not Rod. Then a little later I got a call at work from a friend who had seen the news and the name they gave was Rodney Bennett. I had to leave work I was crying so hard. I went to your Funeral and I won't ever forget that either. I was a friend of your first wife, Judy and we were clowns also working with Rod, or for him I should say. So many good times we had and so many laughs. Well since then Judy has left us and is in Heaven with you. Jim cooper left us too so now it's just me left and I miss you so much. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you Rod and I will love you until I see you once again. As I look at these pages I can see all the broken hearts and all the Police Officers that gave their lives so we can be safe. Thank you does not even come close to what I want to say but it's all I can say. I remember that you used to call the Murphy Hall of Justice, The Murphy Hall of Comedy. How funny but sad because it's true. Missing you tonight....Judi

Judi
Friend

April 1, 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
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

November 13, 2007

Motormen do not forget one of our own...

God Speed Brother.....

ITS SOUNDS LIKE THUNDER FAR AWAY...

It sounds like thunder far away, but the skies are blue and bright...
And soon they crest the hill nearby, and ride into our sight.

They shake the ground with powerful sound, and they make some hearts beat fast...
They look so proud and noble, like Knights come from the past.

Side by side, they always ride, and seem to move as one...
From early in the morning light, to the setting of the sun.

And children point and wave to them, from cars that pass them by...
And young ones ask their parents, why the men have mirrors for eyes.

They ride the roads, and fight for good, and defend small ones like you...
They ask to ride, and do with pride, and sometimes they are few.

Like men of steel, on Silver Wings, they sparkle in the light...
then with a roar and rumble, they ride out of our sight.

Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.

Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground.

So if you see one riding, and you look into his face...
You see your reflection in his eyes, you know that you are safe.

For motormen are a special breed, they love to ride the wind...

And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen ones ride again.

June 18, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

May 28, 2007

May you rest in peace and may your loved ones be ever blessed by Him .

May 28, 2007

Rod Bennett and I were on the Police Dept Clown Team and performed at various shows. He was a genuinely giving individual.
Rod always represented the Dept. with honor.

Sgt. Thomas Collins,, retired.
Detroit Police Department

December 20, 2005