Game Warden
Franklin Bruce Hill
Texas Parks and Wildlife Department - Law Enforcement Division, TexasEnd of Watch: Saturday, May 26, 1990
Reflections for Game Warden Franklin Bruce Hill
Rest in peace, Game Warden Hill. Your service and sacrifice to the great State of Texas are not forgotten.
Greater Houston C.O.P.S.
May 26, 2012
Rest in peace brother and keep watch over the rest of us as we protect our nations natural resources.
Gordon Hobbs
NC Game Warden
January 2, 2009
RIP
Anonymous
September 9, 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
Copyright © 1993 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission
Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
March 5, 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
Copyright © 1993 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission
Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
March 5, 2008
Bruce it has been almost 17 years since that fatal night. My prayers go out to your family for I know better than anyone as to what they went through. I still remember the first time I met you, Gwen, and Dawn. Dawn and I were in the sixth grade and my dad was getting a new partner. I remember the excitement we all shared as a family. Keep fishing and hunting in such a Heavenly place. Your dedication to the community will never be forgotten.
Shannon Decker Hodges
Partners Daughter/friend
March 4, 2008
I would for the families to know that after 15 years the loss of these two game wardens is not forgotten.
May God continue to pour out His endless blessings and love.
Patrolman Doug Hutchison
Irving Police Department, Texas, retired.
May 26, 2005
Bruce was a dedicated employee and a valuable asset to the Texas Dept of Parks and Wildlife.There is not doubt in my mind that his loss was a very harsh blow to the TDPW.I often ran in to Bruce at the courthouse.Seems like he was always in a hurry to get out and get back in the field.Bruce was a very quiet soft spoken man.He was even tempered and very easy going.He was a very hard worker.I still remember when I first heard that he and Barry were missing.I held out hope and prayed for their safe return but my worst nightmare became a reality.May God bless and watch over the family,friends and co-workers of Warden Hill.
Anonymous
February 4, 2004
Rest in peace. God bless.
private citizen
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