Port of New Orleans Harbor Police Department, Louisiana
End of Watch Friday, December 6, 1974
Reflections for Patrolman John Loflin Jordan, Jr.
Your heroism and service is honored today, the 37th 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.
Rest In Peace
Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater, PPD, eow 4/24/05
December 6, 2011
As my career's end is coming closer, I decided to check and find those who had lost their lives during the year that I was hired. While it's been many years since your passing, I'm sure those you left behind and those whom with you served with distinction have kept you alive in their memories. Thank you for your service and for looking out for us who continue in our chosen profession. Rest in peace Patrolman Jordan.
Sgt. Robert Mau Sr.
PD Joliet IL
December 19, 2008
Patrolman Jordan, today marks the 33rd anniversary of your murder. The vile litter who took your life was captured and faced punishment, but your family was still without you, though I don't believe you ever really left them. You contributed to the safety of the public in your capacity as Police Officer with the Harbor Police and that can never be taken. You are a hero.
God Bless and may you continue to Rest in Peace, Brother.
Ptl. Jim Leahy, Jr.
Harvard University Police Dept.
December 6, 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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
November 1, 2007
Heroes and the sacrifices they make are never forgotten. Patrolman Jordan, you are a true hero and you are not forgotten.
SPO
Salem, Va
December 6, 2006
Gone but still honored.Rest in Peace.
December 6, 2006
God go with you.
Ret Officer RB Wade
Richmond, VA Police
August 31, 2003
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