Officer Down Memorial Page

You have not been forgotten

Bob Gordon
Father of Chicago Officer: Michael P. Gordon, EOW: 8/8/04
August 6, 2010

Lowell, I remember the fine flight instruction you gave during the time I lived in Santa Fe. Your wife was an excellent and dedicated employee at Eberline and I wondered how she and your children made out after your loss.

John Wood
Former president, Eberline Instruments
June 22, 2009

Lowell was a true friend through our college years and remained a true friend as went our separate ways to other jobs and other departments. He is continually missed.

Detective Joe Kingsley, Retired
Pocatello Idaho Police Department
December 26, 2007

"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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and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
December 17, 2007

We love you Papa L.D. We never knew you but we know we will meet you in heaven. We think of you very often. Love always!!!

Kristi & Beau, Blake, and Jaci Howard
Daughter in law, and grandkids
October 27, 2007

Lowell,
I will never forget you letting me fly the stopwatch zones in Oro Grande. I miss you old friend. RIP

Sheriff Rob Coon
Ret. NMSP
December 13, 2006

We did not know you sir, but have the highest regard for you , your family and your sacrifice.. Your sons have grown into the best of men and are wonderful husbands and fathers.. Your grand children are all beautiful and very smart and good children. They even resemble you. Thank you for your life and your final calling. May your memory be for a blessing. Darrell and Susan Radle. Lubbock , Texas

Darrell and Susan Radle
parents of his youngest son's wife
August 9, 2006

I miss the times we flew together. I will never forget you.

Michael Davies Retired
New Mexico State Police
August 22, 2005

Thank you Sir for your sacrifice. You are in our thoughts.

Detective T. Henshaw
Bell Gardens Police Dept., Ca.
March 2, 2004