Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Virgil. Every kid in town knew Police Officer Virgil Deyo because he was patient with his time around kids. I don't know what else Virgil offered to his community in life other than his Police Department service; but his 'tough but gentle' image to me and my boyhood friends in Huron made him a heroic figure everyday. I dispatched for the State Police for several years after Virgil was killed and heard words of admiration from our Law Enforcement community for Virgil's dedication to his work and his family.

Jay Hinker, USA-USN, State Radio Dispatc
SoDak State Radio

August 11, 2015

Thank you for your service and for helping to make America a safer place.

Deputy Brian Jones
Boulder County Sheriff's Office, CO

January 26, 2013

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 murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater, PPD, eow 4/24/05

November 29, 2011

God bless. He is a direct descendant of Christian Deyo, a man of Huguenot French origin.

Anonymous

April 29, 2011

rest in peace hero

vandenberghe
nh

November 29, 2007

The policeman stood and faced 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 lord, 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 was 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 just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time 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 judgement of his god.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've born your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"

GREGG HOUSTON
SOUTH CAROLINA

September 20, 2005