Officer Down Memorial Page

Hey uncle tommy I miss u so much I remember me as kid as I stand on the coner withe bage u gave me with a black strip a cross it and as you passed with all your brothers I rased my hand to my brow to salute u as you go by me I will never forget you and to the men and woman that where there that day thank you for being there for him I know he really thanks you. .......tommy #20 RIP

Joshua sikora
December 13, 2011

On the 14th anniversary of Officer Giunta's death, we honored his service in our patrol briefing by reading his entry from ODMP. Each day, we honor one fallen officer on the anniversary of their death so as to keep them in our thoughts, and also to remind us of the dangers inherent in our job. Officer Giunta is not forgotten.

Agent Zach Perron
Palo Alto (CA) Police Department
August 24, 2008

I believe there are different levels of heaven. Some are closer to God and some are not for those who have to learn from their mistakes on earth. I believe that Officer Giunta is at one of the highest levels possible and very close to God. He died attempting to do a nice thing for the community. Still remembered to this day Officer Giunta.

Marissa Barros
March 8, 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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
November 7, 2007

Patrolman Giunta,
On today, the 13th anniversary of your murder, I would like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Fall River. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

R.I.P.
Anonymous

Anonymous
August 24, 2007

The 13th anniversary of your tragic death is approaching. Thank you for your bravery and sacrifice. You will NEVER be forgotten and will FOREVER be a hero. I'm sure you are "walking a beat on the Golden Street" in Heaven. God Bless your family.

DET SGT, Retired
AR
July 16, 2007

Judgment Day for a Police Officer

.....Author Unknown

The policeman stood and faced his 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 badges
Can't always be a Saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my work 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,
I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times 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 silence all around the Throne
Where the Saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman,
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
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Pretty much every week, I pray at your grave. Last Summer, I left some silk flowers and they are still there. I still remember the day you passed. I only knew one Fall River Police Officer then, and I hoped it wasn't you. Sadly, it was. You cared enough to help my family, when others turned away. I guess God needed your help in Heaven just the way that you helped so many here on Earth.
Rest in Peace, Tommy. I will never forget your caring soul.

Sandee
February 8, 2007

Today marks the anniversary of your murder. I know God is keeping watch on your family, at home and at work, and I'm sure you are right there beside him.

God Bless, Brother.

Ptl. Jim Leahy, Jr.
Harvard University Police Dept.
August 24, 2006

I recall the day of your funeral. I recall seeing groups of cops huddled under every roof that could be found due to how hard it was raining. It seemed as though such a torrential downpour was a bit appropriate as we said good-bye. Every rain drop a tear for every cop who died in the line of duty and most, on that day, for you.

God Bless and Rest in Peace.

Ptl. Jim Leahy, Jr.
Harvard University Police Dept.
March 20, 2006

I remember standing in the pouring rain during Officer Giunta's funeral, watching the hundreds of officers and Troopers lining up to pay their respects.

You are gone but not forgotten, Officer. Rest in peace, always.

Volunteer
American Red Cross - Boston
February 17, 2006

I attended Officer Giunta's funderal and was moved by the show of support his family and friends received.

RIP Officer Giunta

Police Officer
Massachusetts
December 1, 2005

In 1974 I became a Constable for the Fall River Police. I worked alot on Rhode Island Ave. where a young patrolman, Tommy, worked. I came to California in 1977 to continue my career. I was deeply saddened when I learned of Tommy's passing. I remember him as a fine police officer and dedicated family man. It was a pleasure to know and work with him and his family is in our thoughts and prayers.

Deputy Sheriff
Alameda County. California
December 24, 2003

A remembers man lives forever, “May his badge and all it stands for shine brightly throughout eternity”

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