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Corporal Phillip Charles Anderson

Jerome County Sheriff's Department, Idaho

End of Watch Wednesday, January 3, 2001

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Reflections for Corporal Phillip Charles Anderson

Phil,

I didn't know you well but you certainly made an impression that I will never forget. I still think of you often. Gone too soon. Rest easy.

Anonymous

November 13, 2016

Rest in Peace Corporal Phillip Anderson. Thank You for your Service and Sacrifice.

I Pray for Peace for your family, Friends and Co-Workers.

I also Pray that the hounds of hell forever gnaw at the flesh of your murderer. Amen

Senior Special Agent B.L. Sherwood
Port Terminal Railroad Police Houston,TX

January 3, 2016

R.I.P. Brother!!! Your not forgotten. We will take it from here!

Deputy Bekir Alajbegovic
Jerome County Sheriff

January 3, 2015

Avenue of the Fallen

Standing at attention in their class “A“ uniforms, badges gleaming and shoes like glass, are your brothers and sisters of Law Enforcement. All of whom have previously paid the ultimate price.
Today, like many others, they welcome you to this wonderful place. As you march down the Avenue of the Fallen, all eyes focus on you as if to say its ok you’re with your eternal partners. A salute is followed and a tear can be seen on so many faces.
Welcome, you served well.
Now come join us in the ranks, another is coming home.

A brother law enforcement officer
12-25-2010

Sheriff Jim Weaver (Ret.) LAPD (Ret.)
Jerome County, Idaho (Ret.)

August 6, 2013

Gone to soon............

Mother of a Fallen Deputy

Lorraine Bond

January 3, 2013

Phil was one of the greatest friends I have ever had. I miss him dearly. Not a day goes by that I am always thinking of him. I met him while attending the College of Southern Idaho. We lived in the dorms and I always went and sat upstairs in the sitting area to relax and he was always there. After he graduated, we didnt talk for a year until one day I called him up. As I was still attending CSI, he came to see me and apply for his job at Jerome County. I will never forget that day when he told me he got the job that he has always wanted. I was so proud of him!!

We talked almost everyday and I will never forget his big smile he always had on his face. He could light up a room when he entered it. He was always happy and thinking of others before himself. I will never forget the great sacrifice he gave that night. God must have needed to give me a guardian angel that will always watch over me wherever I may go.

Until we meet again my dear friend. What did we always say, See you soon!!

Jennifer Mayor (Budell)
Best Friend of Phillip Anderson

August 17, 2012

Rest in Peace, Corporal Anderson. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

April 7, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 11th 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. I pray for solace for all those who love and miss you for I know the pain and pride are forever.

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

January 3, 2012

Well, 10yrs now. All years have been hard, but for some reaason this year is really hard. Maybe it's the fact that I went to see you and leave flowers yesterday. I hope you know that you are not forgotten.

I met your sister Michelle in the mall a few months ago. I looked at her, not even knowing who she was and she reminded me of you. She has your eyes. I kept staring at her and then noticed her name on her badge. I asked her if she was your sister and introduced myself.

It was nice to talk to her. Brought up lots of memories. They still miss you terribly.

God Bless you on this 10th anniversay.

Rest In Peace

Tracey
Formerly Jerome County

January 3, 2011

not forgotten

Brandi Whitaker
Friend from High School

January 9, 2010

My Dearest Phil,

You won't believe this, but I only just stumbled across this site a few days ago. It has taken me a few days since to try and put into words what my heart is feeling. I know there are many people out there who loved and respected you. I have to say that I am honored to call you friend so bare with me while I try to put into words this reflection.

It's hard to believe that you have been gone for 8 years now. I still remember the first time I met you. You were attending Criminal Justice at CSI and I was studying marketing. I was also the RA on duty the night you and your roommate had a dissagreement. You were ranting and raving about having such a horrible roommate who suffered from a severe lack of common sense. We had mutual friends, and in the midst of discussing this roommate of yours; we became friends as well. There were many nights when you, JD and I would walk around the campus just talking about whatever came to mind. When hunting season came around, you and I had more to talk about than JD but he was a good sport. You and I could talk for hours about hunting trips we had been on and the hunts we still wanted to do. I still have the pictures you sent of the goose and bear hunt that you sent me. You were so proud of that 'Yogi,' though I called him 'Boo Boo.' I remember receiving quite the rib jab for that comment too.

When we graduated from CSI, you were hoping for your dream job; to one day be a K-9 officer. When you hired on to the Jerome County Sheriff's Office, you called me to tell me all about it. You were born to be a cop and a good one. I came to visit you 9 months later and had the wonderful opportunity to meet your Sgt. and to go on a ride along with you. You and your sgt. joked about my being your backup that night because you were all there was until 2:00a.m. You patted me on the back and said that you couldn't think of a better person to back you up because you knew I wouldn't miss. You called me again when you made K-9. I was so excited for you. I knew you were living your dream. I always knew you would.

I also gave you a gift that night before work. Remember the gold handcuff tie tack? You were so touched by it and wished you could wear it with your uniform. You told me that you could only wear it during court, but that you would wear it everytime. My husband has applied for a Deputy Sheriff position here at home and if he gets the job, I will have the same tie-tack made for him.

Though we only had a few years together as friends, you have impacted my life in so many ways. I think of you and miss every day. Many of us from the college went to your services...both at the college and in Kuna. We all sat together and leaned on one another. I don't know how I would have made it through those days with them. I leaned on them, like you leaned on me when you were feeling sad and alone or when thinking of your Mom especially around Thanksgiving time.

In Kuna we all stood around your casket and put our yellow roses with black ribbons on it. The hardest thing I ever had to do was walk away. I so badly wanted to go up to your sister and dad, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to say anything that they hadn't already heard or didn't already know.

On the rare occasion that I am in Idaho, I make it a point to come and see you. I hope to come by again in October. My trip wouldn't be complete without stopping by. You were the little brother that I never had and I love you for that and I miss you desperately.

To everyone else,
There are times in a person's life when the written word can help them heal. Though the hole in my heart from loosing Phil will never repair itself, I wanted to share some of my memories of a wonderful man whom I am honored to call 'friend.' I wish his family well'

Rest in peace dear friend and may the men and women in law enforcement stay safe and come home every night.

Sherri Canter-Moser
Civilian/College friend

August 10, 2009

Forgive me for missing the anniversary of your E.O.W., but I felt as though I could not continue to read about so many tragedies. I now realize the visit each day to leave a word of encouragement and hope to the loved ones of others, helps me to remember that I am not alone with my pain and heartbreak. So may I say to your friends and loved ones that my thoughts and prayers are with them now and always. Continue to keep watch over them and those still out on patrol and may they know you will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

February 25, 2009

Thinking of you on the 8th anniversary of our EOW. Thanks for your service
and the ultimate sacrifice.
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

Anonymous

January 3, 2009

8 yrs today and it still seems like yesterday. You are thought of often and your friendship I will always treasure!

Tracey Hoffman
Former Jerome County Sherriff Dept. Correctional Deputy

January 3, 2009

I didn't remember your name, but I didn't forget your
photo. The tragic way your life ended still sickens me.
Know you are still alive in our thoughts. God bless you!
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

March 12, 2008

Hey Buddy!

Just want you to know that I miss you so very much. There is not a day goes by that I don't think about you and Moulson. One of my best memories was when the 3 of us went to Petro. You had a mouthful of food and couldn't talk when they status checked you. Moulson took it upon himself to tell them you had a mouthful! Funny times!

I want you to know that the one thing that you shared with me in complete trust has forever stayed with me. Don't know if you remember what it was that you shared, but it was when we talked in the office a day to two before you were taken away. I will forever honor your trust and always keep it with me. Your death is still hard to cope with even after all these years. We worked together so well and I learned so much from you and had the highest respect for you. You always made sure that I was okay when I was working grave yard alone in the jail and you were on patrol. Sometimes I couldn't get you to leave! But I know it was because you were worried about the safety of fellow officers. Everytime I go to Boise, I always drive to Kuna and leave you a flower. I have yours and Jim's pictures hanging where I see them everyday. Not a day goes by that I don't miss you two and remeber how thankful I am for the chance to have known you.
I got the honor of being one of the 2 cars that drove to Boise to escort you back to Twin for the funeral service.

I enjoyed my weekly ride alongs and partnering up for foot patrol at the county fair. After you left, the fair was never the same, it took me a year to do another ride along and the first night I worked grave yard alone was tough. I kept waiting for you to come through the door to check on me. But I know you were there watching from above.

Thanks for taking such good care of me while I had the honor of working with you. We had the best professional working friendship and I will always treasure that. You and Moulson were 2 of the best.

Tracey

Tracey
Jerome County Sheriff's Department (no longer employed there)

March 5, 2008

It's been 7 years. Time has not diminished your service or your sacrifice.
Lynn Kole
Bellingham, WA

January 3, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

December 31, 2007

"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

October 15, 2007

So sorry for your tragic and senseless death at such a young age.

Trooper
Colorado State Patrol

November 1, 2006

God Speed, Brother.

P.O. K.Murphy
Union PD, NJ

September 21, 2006

Why do we always face the loss of fine young men and women.May you Rest in Peace and may Our Lord comfort and strengthen your loved ones.

July 6, 2006

As a fellow canine officer I salute your bravery and courage. Deepest condolences to your family and fellow officers.

Sgt. Tracy A. Easterday
Lawrence Police Department - Indiana

March 12, 2005

gone but not forgotten

January 3, 2005

In the simple performance of duty,

he pinned on a badge,

checked his gear with a practiced eye,

and kissed his loved ones good-bye.

In the simple performance of duty,

he reported for work,

joked with his buddies at roll call,

and made his last trip down the squadroom hall.

In the simple performance of duty,

he answered the call

to help the helpless, to find the lost,

no matter the danger or how great the cost.

In the simple performance of duty,

he lay down his life,

for those in peril he tried to save,

our brave friend went to his grave.

In the simple performance of duty,

we honor his deed,

as we carry him to rest in a flag-draped casket,

long after the world has forgotten, we shall never forget.

Never judge or regret, what he did, In the simple performance of duty.

Cadet Greg Sant
College Of Southern Idaho

August 28, 2004

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