Officer Down Memorial Page

Some one Killed a Policemen September 18,1994 and Part Of America Died He answered the call he gave it his all and Part Of America Died
Officer John Reid Sandifer thank you for giving your all and pay the ultimate price to protect us REST IN PEACE my friend

Bill W. DePriest
Friend
November 25, 2010

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 15th anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater
September 18, 2009

"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 29, 2007

Rest in peace motorman.

Offc. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Department
August 31, 2007

officer Sandifer , thank you for your service . though 12 years has passed since that fatal day you have not been forgotten . on that day your life ended another one began , my son Brandon , and with each birthday celebration with him i will celebrate your life and ultimate sacrifice ... thank you again my brother for walking the thin blue with me , we have the watch from here .

officer val pickens
b'ham p.d./b'ham,al
April 6, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.
September 18, 2006

I joined the Jackson Police Department in 1987. Five years later I had the honor of being selected to join the Motorcycle Unit. In those days the Motor Unit was a very tight, close-knit group. John was one of the senior officers in the unit and quickly took me under his wing. We worked hard but always had a great time doing it. John was always quick with a joke or prank. Many times I would pull out into traffic after taking a break with him at the coffee shop, and find that he had snuck outside and flipped the switch off on my fuel line leaving me spitting and sputtering trying to steer the motorcycle and get the switch turned back on at the same time. At times he would flip the switch on my siren. I would come outside, jump on the bike and turn the ignition switch on. The siren would blare out, scaring the heck out of me and everyone else in the parking lot. John was a pleasure to work with. He was a MOTORMAN! If you needed help, you knew he was coming no matter what. I miss him alot and still find myself looking for him on my right side as I cruise on my motorcycle around the streets of Jackson. Thank you.

Officer John Harlan
Jackson MS Police Dept.
February 5, 2004

Officer John Sandifer was my uncle, and in my opinion, a great influence on my life. He was always fair, and according to his co-workers, a man full of life, and endowed with an unfailing sense of duty. He never complained to me about pay issues, or safety concerns, he would always tell me that he did his job cause it made him sleep better at night knowing that he was helping to protect people like myself. It was this dedication to his fellow man that inspired me to want to follow in his footsteps. When he died, it scared me, and I knew that I couldnt follow in his footsteps, or even mention it to my family, but I did let my respect for my uncle overlap to a respect of all law enforcement officers, and a sympathy towards their concerns. I would mourn when I heard of other officers' passing, and whenever I had opportunity to interact with them, I would thank them for their selfless sacrifice. Finally, almost ten years after the accident took him home, I am able to say that I wish to follow in his footsteps, and carry on in his memory, and try to bring a little of what he brought with him. Concern for my fellow man, and above all, a desire to protect the people I care about, and people I dont even know.

Detention Officer George Whitehead
Madison County Detention Center
November 17, 2003