Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

City Warden McGee,
On today, the 50th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Lutesville. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

October 6, 2021

To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 42nd anniversary of your death. I am privileged to leave a tribute to you. 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. Rest In Peace.

I pray for the solace of all those that call you beloved for I know both their pain and pride are forever.

Phyllis Loya
mom of fallen Pittsburg (CA) Officer Larry Lasater, O

October 6, 2013

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell

ocsd4073
reserve deputy

March 14, 2009

"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
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

December 6, 2007

Today on the anniversary of yoru death we wish to remember you and thank you Sir for your service

pat Van En Berghe
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH

October 6, 2007

Mr. McGee was killed in the line of duty 4 years before my birth. I growing up in the small town where Mr. Mcgee was killed.I working as a Police Officer for what was the Lutesvill Police dept, but is now the Marble Hill Police Dept. My Mother and Father had told me the story of Mr. Mcgee, many night's I drove past where he was shot and killed, and think, If it could happen to Mr. Mcgee in this sleppy little town it could happen to me. I try to remember the story of Mr. McGee's death just the way my dad told me so I may pass it on to my child. Thanks Mr. Mcgee for all your service to this Little town.

Sergeant
Bollinger County Sheriff's Dept.

May 31, 2006

I was only 10 years old at the time and had lived 3 miles outside of lutesville for just a few months when officer McGee was gunned down. I didn't know him but have not forgotten his name or the circumstances of that day. I have worked as an officer in a small town and most days were slow and routine but i often thought of that day in 1971 and was reminded that even in a small town things can go wrong fast. Officer McGee was doing his job and paid the ultimate sacrifice and i will always remember that. Rest in peace brother.

reserve deputy 407-3
oregon co. mo. sheriff dept.

April 21, 2006

The manner of your passing does not matter as we know you gave your life in serving others. Rest in peace, job well done.

A citizen

October 6, 2004