Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in peace Patrolman Pace.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

January 23, 2021

Upon offering a birthday wish to my dearest friend, we reflected upon our families and since his nephew and my son-in-law were both NC Highway Patrolmen I mentioned that my son-in-law Trooper P.M. Stevens was up for promotion this week .My friend who was recently married mentioned that his wife's father had been a Patrolman in the High Point area years ago and was unfortunately killed in a highway accident back in 1963. To the Pace family, I 'm sure the memory of your husband and father is a true blessing of the wonderful work these men and women do for their communities. God bless all of these noble heroes and God bless Trooper L.E. Pace for his service.

JOHN BURLESON

October 22, 2019

Patrolman Pace,
On today, the 55th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of the state of North Carolina. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
USBP

Anonymous
United States Border Patrol

January 24, 2018

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 49th 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 dimishes respect, and your memory will always be honored and revered. I pray for the solace of all those who love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever.

Rest In Peace

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

January 25, 2012

May you always rest in peace Trooper

Lt JPease
Brentwood P.D.

January 24, 2012

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

January 21, 2008

The policeman stood and faced his 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, 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 is 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 to steep.
And I never passed a cry for help
though at times 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 judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne you burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets.
You've done your time in Hell"

G. Houston
South Carolina

September 29, 2003