Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Your heroic and selfless actions that day are the definition of duty before self. Rest in peace always knowing that your sacrifice will always be remembered by your law enforcement brethren.

Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police (Retired)

August 1, 2020

To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 39th anniversary year of your death. I am priviliged to leave a tribute to you. 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 the solace of all those that love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever.

Phyllis Lasater Loya
mom of fallen Pittsburg (CA) officer Larry Lasater

January 25, 2013

I was a young officer, several months out of the academy and assigned to the Northeastern District. That fateful day I received a call from Central as to my in-service status, I replied that I was actively serving warrants in the Loch Raven area. Central then requested any other available officer to meet you on scene at Harford Rd. Officer John Shaw responded to meet you. Minutes later, Signal 13 erupted over the airwaves and Officers responded to Harford and Echodale. When we arrived on scene, we learned that Officer Shaw had fired his weapon and killed your assailant. I was haunted by the events of that evening and went home to have a stiff drink. The realization of the dangerous work that police officers do had been enveloping within me for some time and so I packed my uniform and equipment. The following morning I presented it to the station Commander, Harwood Burritt and submitted my resignation. Though I had never met you, I have never forgotten you.

Teddy D. Parker
Brooklyn, New York

September 1, 2012

Frank, It seems just like yesterday when we were team'mates
together playing football at Calvert Hall. We were friends
in the department over the years and seemed to always touch
base with each other along the way. I miss you Frank, I think of you often. Thank You and God Bless. John.

Retired Sergeant John M. Reuling Sr.
Police Academy/Boyhood Friend

January 21, 2010

As my career's end is coming closer, I decided to check and find those who had lost their lives during the year that I was hired. While it's been many years since your passing, I'm sure those you left behind and those whom with you served with distinction have kept you alive in their memories. Thank you for your service and for looking out for us who continue in our chosen profession. Rest in peace Sgt. Grunder.

Sgt. Robert Mau Sr.
PD Joliet IL

December 17, 2008

"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

November 7, 2007

We ask Thy blessings and eternal rest to all our brothers and sisters
Who have sacrificed their very lives in the performance of
their duties. Give their loved ones the peace and
Strength to bear the anguish of their loss. Remove all
resentment from their hearts, knowing that eternal
peace and rest will abide their departed loved ones
forever. This we beg, Thy name forever and ever,
Amen.

Ret. Officer William Hackley
Baltimore Police

November 21, 2005

Detective Sargeant Grunder Jr.

You died keeping the streets of Baltimore Safe for its citizens. You are not forgotten. Rest in Peace, you are a true hero.

Retired Detective
Baltimore County Police

August 1, 2004