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Special Agent Todd Wayne McKeehan | United States Department of the Treasury - Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, U.S. Government United States Department of the Treasury - Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, U.S. Government

Special Agent

Todd Wayne McKeehan

United States Department of the Treasury - Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, U.S. Government

End of Watch: Sunday, February 28, 1993
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Reflections for Special Agent Todd Wayne McKeehan


Thanks for your service. No matter what others say, ATF was doing the right thing that day and you gave the ultimate sacrifice to protect others, even from themselves.

Sgt John Papis
July 7, 2017

I am thinking about you today, brother, every day but especially today. I hope you're doing well. Save a spot for me. I'll see you on the other side.

Special Agent Chuck Hustmyre, ATF (retired)
February 28, 2017

We will never forget.
Rest in peace Brother.

Special Agent
March 17, 2016

Thinking about you today, brother. Twenty-three years and counting. See you on the other side.

Special Agent Chuck Hustmyre, ATF (retired)
February 28, 2016

Todd and I served in the same marine unit in Desert Storm. H&S Company 3/23 4th Mar Div. On the eve of the 240th USMC birthday I remember Todd and his sacrifice. Semper Fi and RIP

Captain Gerald Sticker
Mandeville Police Department
November 9, 2015

Tomorrow will be 22 years. I'm a day early this year, but you can bet that I'm thinking about you and the others we lost that day. And our old buddy Sullivan too.

See you on the other side, brother.

Special Agent Chuck Hustmyre, ATF (retired)
February 27, 2015

Hey, brother. The last 21 years kind of flew by. A lot has changed since we rode out together that last time. But some things have stayed the same. I miss you and I think of you often. I even see you in my dreams sometimes. You and Sullivan.

One bit of news: my son, Todd, is about to turn 18 believe it or not. He's bigger than both of us. He's a fine young man, and I think he carries your name well.

See you on the other side.

Special Agent Chuck Hustmyre (ret.)
February 28, 2014

My heart still breaks. I thought it would eventually hurt less, but it does not. I have a family now and they know you even though they have never met you. I am always telling them that I wish you were here. I tell them about our "adventures" together. They have heard the the Lt Col. Utley story so many times that they know it by heart. I am never sure which one I was, Laurel or Hardy - Tom or Huck, I think we changed roles from time to time but we never changed our allegiance. Greater love hath no man...

December 31, 2013

Our Dearest Todd,I just purchased an IPad.The first thing I learned to do was type in your name.All kinds of information came up about you and how you died.I cried and cried until I started reading what your friends had written about you,and somehow I began to feel at peace.In honor of your 49th birthday,Sat.Oct.19th,2013,I found a poem I want to share.The author is unknown. The moment that you died,our hearts were torn in two,
one side filled with heartache,the other died with you.
We often lie awake at night,when the world is fast asleep,and
Take a walk down memory lane,with tears upon our cheek.
Remembering you is easy,we do it every day,
But missing you is heartache that never goes away.
We hold you tightly within our heart,and there you will remain,
Until the joyous day arrives,that we will meet again.
Loving you,and missing you forever,
Mom and Dad

I want to say thanks to all who write,and encourage you to continue,so Todd will never be forgotten.Your kind words will always be an inspiration to our family.

Jane McKeehan
October 17, 2013

Todd, it seems like yesterday that I interviewed you for a special agent position in New Orleans. You had recently returned from combat and your hair had not yet grown out from your Marine crew cut. The "cow lick" stood up prominently. You passed the interview with flying colors. You were already a hero when you reported to duty with ATF. There is seldom a day that passes that I don't think of you three New Orleans agents....you, Conway and Rob. Your deaths were a great loss to ATF, your families and your country. Your are missed tremendously.

Retired SAIC
March 11, 2013

‎20 years feels like yesterday...still miss you buddy..we are all less without you

Ron Wilson
February 28, 2013

You will never be forgotten brother. Today, "A" Shift honors you, Special Agent Todd Wayne McKeehan by dedicating our shift to you. R.I.P. brother, we have the watch.

Sgt. J.L. Slaughter
Radford Police Department, VA
February 28, 2013

"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9

Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo
Federal Air Marshal Service
February 28, 2013

Todd, I'm going back to Waco tomorrow, believe it or not. Twenty years as of the day after tomorrow. In some ways it seems like yesterday. In others, it seems like a lifetime ago. I'll be thinking of you, brother, along with Rob, Steve, and Conway, and, of course, Sullivan.

I'll see you on the other side.

Chuck Hustmyre
February 26, 2013

Todd, you were one of the good guys.

DUSM ret. John Guider
Marshals Service
December 11, 2012

Thinking of you ATF SA McKeehan..your sacrifice will not be forgotten..Rest in the Arms of God.

Todd Hunt
US Marshals Service
September 10, 2012

I followed the Waco case from the begining, and being a close friend of your cousin, Officer Raymond Sherertz, made it really hit me close to home. I know you are very missed by your family and friends, and feel you are smiling down on us all. May the Lord bless and keep you close, you are loved and missed greatly. Not a day goes by, that I don't worry about the brave officers, sworn to serve and protect us all. My prayers are with your family, you will never be forgotten.

Judith T. Rock
family friend
August 2, 2012

Uncle Todd, today May 15th 2012 is my 14th birthday, I was talking to your mom about how I had seen the video that you were killed in, when I found this rememberance page, I've been reading these comments for easily an hour to your mom, she cried twice. Your memory still lingers on all of our minds, because none of us will ever forget you. I was named after you, Camille Todd McKeehan, and I am honored. Although I never got to meet you, I have heard nothing but good things. Your picture hangs in the church and in all the schools you went to, no one will ever forget your service to this country. I love you
We love you.

Camille Todd McKeehan
May 15, 2012

Nineteen years went by kind of fast. I saw us both on TV last night. Another anniversary special. I wonder where we'd be today if things had gone differently that day. I miss you, my friend.

See you on the other side, brother.

Special Agent Chuck Hustmyre (ret.)
February 28, 2012

You are honored today S.A. Todd McKeehan. Thank you for your service. Even though it has been 19yrs. today, you will not be Forgotten! Rest easy Agent McKeehan, we have the watch from here.

D/S Andrew D. Roedel
Jackson County Sheriff's Department - Marianna, FL
February 28, 2012

When calamity comes, the wicked are brought down, but even in death the righteous have a refuge - Proverbs 14:32.

Remembering all who perished today.

Constable Amanda Pandolfi #1249
York Regional Police, Ontario Canada
February 28, 2011


I am thinking about you today. I lost my dad a week ago, so it is definitely a time for reflection.

I'll see you on the other side, brother.


Special Agent Chuck Hustmyre (ret.)
February 28, 2011


Seventeen years went by kind of fast. Seems like only yesterday. Your namesake, my son Todd, is coming along fine. He's 13 and has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. My daughter Kathy is in college. I hear Eberhardt has turned into a damn good agent.

See you on the other side, brother.


Special Agent Chuck Hustmyre (ret.)
February 28, 2010

Special Agent McKeehan, you will not be forgotten! R.I.P.

Deputy Sheriff
Livingston County (Il) Sheriff's Ofc.
February 28, 2010

coastal georgia, 1989

spanish moss hanging
from bald cypress, holly,
and southern cracker
violent and humid
stone red brick
mildewed with
rusty, whining
air conditioning
the interior floors
waxed linoleum

where we learned
in plastic seats
on particle board desks
how to assemble sig sauer
9 millimeter guns and
in firecracker houses
to blow holes as big
as grapefruit
in bad guys—
or confused boys
or greedy thugs
or mean men
steering life at
whatever george bush
deemed criminal enterprise.

blow holes in ‘em,
the instructor in thick glasses

we had
southern boys and
yankees and cowboys and
city blacks and texas
girls: spread out at desks
across the big classroom

one deputy from
tennessee with a drawl
as wide as his oversized
smile told funny stories
of pit bulls and runaway
lawnmowers and pulled pork
and kept his tick
of patting his parted hair,
crowned with a cowlick

at the ranges
we learned urban militants and
biker gang patterns and
profiles of smugglers then
after the classes ended each day
drank long neck beers
out on jekyll island where
the hard shell crab dinners
were expensive on a trainee’s

and the next morning
they’d take us to hazardous
driving school and encourage us
to spin old sedans on
wetted pavement or
tail hired crooks through the
streets of brunswick
then we’d workout with
weights and run for miles
and eat low sodium turkey loaf
and write letters back home

and when it came
time to leave the campus,
the agent going to
minnesota got a parka
insulated boots
snowmobile gloves and
we all snickered at that;
they threw me a windbreaker
and steel-toed boots for
central california and
at the chapel they prayed
over us and ceremonialized
the finale with awards and gifts

and outside the chapel
we stumbled upon the memorial
of dead agents who had caught slugs
on the wrong end,
each name etched in
marbled hearts

and 37 of us blue jackets
matriculated from the
federal law enforcement
training center
by jet or bus
not to our homes but to
plotted on treasury maps in
washington, d.c.

and the one from phildelphia
went to miami and seattle went to
cheyenne and i went to fresno
and tennessee went to
new orleans

and the hispanics set me on
gun queers and explosives
apaches living in merced and
madera, a few cranksters out
in the sierra canyons
gone to ether brewing

and my other roommate from the bay
infiltrated a mob in san diego
but tennessee had a higher
calling coming from one who
made up his mind that he
should be called Jesus and
his deadly hymns rose acapella and
shouts of redemption
were heard loudest in waco

dallas office phoned
for raiders
from new orleans and they
put tennessee in a flak jacket
and penciled him in for entry
team leader
the youngest and strongest isaac
a sacrifice for burnt offerings,
pleasing, i suppose, to koresh

and the 50 caliber
on a tripod set
inside the compound that
cut my friend in half
won the media day and
his intestines strewn
in the texas soil
was left for photojournalists and
whores who call themselves
writers, pimped out to show
only one side of ted turner’s truth,
sequins and hot shorts
on cnn boulevard

and the tennessee grin
that had made us smile
came back foggy and teary but
died in the dirt with his
all burned up
like evil destiny,
a crackling conflagration,
each of our hearts
faded and folded gray,
like ash.

* dedicated to Todd W. McKeehan

former Special Agent Steven Smith
roommate, Criminal Investigator School
February 13, 2010


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