Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Buster was my Grandfather that I never got to know.

Robert Glasser
Grandfather

June 2, 2021

Buster was my Grandfather. I was not around long enough to meet him, due to me being adopted in February of 1976.

Robert Glasser
He was my Grandfather.

May 31, 2021

Maynard also known as Buster was my maternal grandfather. I didn't get an opportunity to know him but his example of service lives on.

Brandy DeMarco

April 21, 2021

Rest in peace Chief of Police Cubbage.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

February 27, 2021

I give thanks to Chief Maynard Lynwood Cubbage for his dedication to service. May his soul continue to rest in peace.

Retired First Sergeant Thomas Webb
New York State Police - Troop "D"

February 27, 2021

Rest in heavenly peace

Mark Mottola

April 23, 2020

Your heroism and service is honored today as we approach the 32nd 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 the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer. He was shot twice when ambushed on April 23rd when he was on a foot pursuit of two bank robbers, 28 years after you were killed.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

April 4, 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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

April 8, 2008

Thank you for your service Chief. May God continue to bless your family and friends.

April 23, 2005