Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Rest in peace Officer Pounds.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

November 7, 2022

Stan Pounds put my friends and I in a holding cell for curfew violation. And more than once he blessed us with his presence at Mildred's Palace, and underage gay disco. We had a love/hate relationship with him in those days. Ultimately, I think we knew he was concerned about our safety. I suppose it says something that he is a legend among police among the older LGBTQ population in Portland. Party on, Stan!

Andrea Lafayette
Former teen-age curfew violater who experienced Officer Pounds

April 16, 2018

thank you all u have talked about my father i never knew him i know he was a great wounderful man thank for your thoughts

his daugeter

lbsstan
daugter

February 23, 2014

Stan and I worked together in '81-'82, patrolling on foot and in an unmarked unit in the downtown core area. We later worked together in the Drug and Vice Division as Vice Investigators. He was high energy with an amazing work ethic. Besides working harder than most officers at work, he managed multiple rental units, apartments, and commercial enterprises, that he had accumulated through hard work and keen business acumen. I remember him holding me back from driving up on a purse snatcher that was being dealt with by citizens, who had ran him down, after he knocked down an elderly woman. Stan said, "let justice take its course," and after a good thumping by the citizenry, he told me to roll in and thank those citizens for "getting involved."

On another occasion he turned the controls of his airplane over to me, as we headed north to Seattle, en route to an Asian Gang conference. He fell asleep, knowing I had never flown, but gave me good directions and a time frame in which to wake him-prior to the landing. He was a great man, that squeezed a lot of living into the time he shared with us. Dirk Anderson

Retired PPB/OSP/USMS/ current DOJ
Former Partner

January 15, 2014

Officer Pounds,
On today, the 28th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Portland. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P;.
USBP

Anonymous
U.S. Border Patrol

July 18, 2012

I knew Larry.
He was a good cop.

Officer Leonard Collins
PPB

July 13, 2011

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 26th 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.

I pray for solace for all those who love and miss you for I know both the pain and pride are forever.

Phyllis Loya

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

July 18, 2010

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

January 15, 2008

I did not know Officer Pounds but I know you gave your all. Thank you.
you are, and always will be a hero..

Paul S
Friend of fallen Officer

May 29, 2004