Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

No passage of time can ever erase your service and sacrifice. Rest in peace always and know that your law enforcement family will never forget.

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

February 9, 2021

Rest In Peace Brother LEO. You are not forgotten of the 100th anniversary of your EOW.

Officer Mike Robinson (Ret)
Upland Police Dept. CA

February 9, 2018

"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9

Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo
Federal Air Marshal Service

February 9, 2013

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 94th 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.

Time never diminishes respect and your memory will always be honored and revered.

Rest In Peace.

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

February 9, 2012

"The Concrete Park"
Inspired by E. Bogle
Oh how do you do, Sheriff Robert McBride
Do you mind if I sit here by your Name inscribed
And rest for a while in the warm D.C. sun
I've been patrolling all day, and I'm nearly done
I imagine that you were young and lean
When you ended your watch in 1918
Well I hope you died quick
And I hope you died clean
Though your murderer was a villan obscene

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
Shot back in the winter of 1918
Do your great grandchildren ask what your sacrifice means
Or are you a stranger without surviving family name
A badge retired behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
And faded to yellow in a black wooden frame

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

The sun shining down on these green parks of flags
The warm wind blows gently and the cherry blossoms dance
Far from Arizona, barbed wire and plow
But as in your day, they need me now
In this great city capital of this land
The radio calls, I must go make a stand
against man's blind indifference to his fellow man
against the violence, fear be damned

Did they beat the drums slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

And I can't help but wonder oh Sheriff Robert McBride If alongside you my name is someday inscribed
Will those who rush by ponder why we died
Will they really believe when they are told of our cause
Will they believe this a monument to some foreign war
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing and dying may it not be in vain
Oh Sheriff Robert McBride it happens again
And again, and again, and again, and again

May they beat the drums slowly
May they play the fife lowly
May they sound the death march as they lower me down
May the band play the last post and chorus
May the pipes play the flowers of the forest
For me in my time

Sergeant
Hualapai Nation Police

December 20, 2011

Gone, but never forgotten, Rest easy now my Brother in Law, your watch on earth is over. God please watch over, and tend to the loved ones left behind.......

Sgt. John L. Gulledge (Ret.)
Escambia CO Sheriff's Office Pensacola FL.

May 27, 2010

Sheriff McBride, you will not be forgotten! R.I.P.

Deputy Sheriff
Livingston County (Il) Sheriff's Ofc.

February 9, 2010

Sheriff McBride,
On today, the 91st anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Graham County. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous

February 9, 2009

What a sad day for Graham County S.O. on 02/09/18. I am proud of my uncle and I am honored to be able to serve the citizens of Arizona.

Officer Gregg N. McBride # 4317
AZDPS / AZ Highway Patrol / Nephew of Sheriff McBride

March 17, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

Pat Van Den Berghe
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

February 6, 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

July 26, 2007

Rest in Peace, Sheriff McBride. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

March 14, 2007