Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

thank you Grandpa!!!!

Kayleigh Kite/Stoltz
grandaughter

September 30, 2011

I do know know you but some day In all of Gods glory may I see your face! Thank you grandpa for creating my mother, and aunt and finding Love with my sweet lil nanna! even though we do not talk much... perhaps in Heaven one day!!!!

Kayleigh Kite/Stoltz
grandaughter

September 30, 2011

Thank you for your thoughts, after 40 years it is nice to know that my dad is remembered by more than my sister and I. My love to all of the families of the fallen and I want you to know that you are not alone.

Shiela E Kite
dauhter

September 26, 2011

I got on here to leave a reflection for the fallon Officers. I came accross yours. Rest in Peace Sir. Thank you for your service and bavery.

Sgt. Mike Szempruch
Bossier City Police Dept. Bossier City Louisiana

December 24, 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

February 19, 2008

You are remembered as the anniversary of your death nears, thank you Sir for your service, you are not forgotten.

VanDenBerghe
Manchester, nh

December 17, 2007

I saw this memorial today, Christmas Eve, 2005. It's been 34 years since Patrolman Larry Joel Kite gave his life for the citizens of Mineral Wells and the State of Texas.
I did not know Patrolman Kite, however, if the family ever sees this I want them to know we will never forget.
May God's blessings be upon the men and women of the Mineral Wells Police Department.

Patrolman Doug Hutchison
Irving Police Department, Texas, (Retired)

December 24, 2005

Patrolman Kite,
On today, the 34th anniversary of your murder, I would like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Mineral Wells.

R.I.P.
Anonymous

December 24, 2005