Orangeburg County Sheriff's Office, South Carolina
End of Watch Thursday, June 3, 1965
Reflections for Deputy Sheriff James Leroy Myers
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
June 3, 2015
Your heroism and service is honored today, the 45th 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.
Rest In Peace.
Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater
June 3, 2010
Uncle Roy was a wonderful fellow with a hearty laugh and a love for life. He worked hard all his life farming and running a dairy. He served our country in the Army Air Corps during WWII and later served as a deputy. He has three wonderful children who he missed seeing grow up and turn into positive responsible adults, all of whom love their country and have lived his legacy of service to their country. Uncle Roy, I wish you could see your four granddaughters and two gransons!
David Crisp, Former Deputy Sheriff, Kiowa County Kansas
David Crisp
nephew
June 25, 2008
Thank You for having served the Carolina Community.
Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD
June 3, 2008
The court system never ceases to amaze me -- what a travesty of justice! Thank you, sir, for your bravery and service. You weren't going down without a fight!
PSO CW Edwards
North Augusta Dept. of Public Safety (SC)
May 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.
July 10, 2007
MAY GOD BLESS. REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER.
CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RETIRED
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.
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