Officer Down Memorial Page

Norman,

I wish I could just talk with you. I can remember talking to you about any subject and it would never go any farther than us. I miss that because you were a gentlemen no matter what was said. You were rare and I have not found that in any male. I guess I can say that you were my best friend and a confidant. It can get kind of lonely not being able to talk confidently with someone without the fear of it not staying between you and the individual. It is hard to trust these days because individuals are always about self and they don't think of the individuals emotions and what might be wrong. It feels like this world is going to hell in a hand basket and the spiral just can't stop. The world has lost a fine man such as yourself and there seems to not be any individuals to replace the fine men and women that are lost to the grave. Your parent's generation, your generation, and my generation was raised differently by leaps and bounds. The scriptures are right when it said, "To spare the rod is to spoil the child". The Creator showed this when he punished Cain! My parents never held back the rod that is why I am glad they punished me because it made me a better person. After a certain age, it is too late to instill values in a person and bumping the head is how that person learns because the time of development has passed. I don't what to go on because it's like I'm talking to myself :)! I love you Norman! Be at PEACE.

Linda Smith
Friend
February 17, 2011

Merry Christmas, Detective Trooper Killough, to you and your family.
Thank you for your sacrifice.

May God's peace be with you this holiday season!

Trooper
Michigan State Police
December 14, 2010

We stand on the shoulders of the fine and honorable TROOPERS that have gone before us. Trooper Killough was one such hero that we will always honor. RIP.

Trooper
Michigan State Police
November 22, 2009

Norman,

The day you died was the day my heart died. It was so
unreal. Was this real, this can not be, you were one of the good ones. Very rare, a wonderful personality that is truly missed by me. I remember the talks we had in Flint Park. The jogging around that park, the racing we did, and I can remember beating you several times (racing) and you would be out of breathe. Those are good memories that will be with me forever. I know in my heart that we will meet again and we will pickup where we left off, and I will just beat you again Norman. I wish the time we had was years and not just months. I was truly blessed to just know you. Sleep precious one, for the creator will awaken you physically to live forever. A friend forever. Me.

Linda Smith
Good Friend
March 13, 2009

Trooper Killough,

Your career ended the day mine began. Please watch over all that carry on in your absence in the noblest of all professions. Rest in God's loving embrace, hero. You will never be forgotten.

Wisconsin L.E.O.
October 7, 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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and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
November 15, 2007

today on the anniversaryof your death we remember you and thank you Young Sir for your service.

Pat Van Den Berghe
Neighbors fr a Better Manchester, NH
October 7, 2007

On this anniversary, May God Grant Trooper Killough's Family, Fellow Officers, and Friends the Serenity to accept the things they cannot change, the Courage to change the things they can, and the Wisdom to know the difference......Rest in Peace Blue Angel Angel...........

Officer Debra McFall Ross
East Buffalo Twp. PD. Lewisburg, pa. 17837
October 7, 2007

One of our heroes...never forgotten. Rest in peace TROOPER.

Trooper
MSP
October 4, 2007

Your twin sister has raised your niece and seeing her picture made me think of you and so I did a search and found you. I remember the Saturday that you fell away. I was nine years old and my mother, your niece who was only two years older than you was distraught and in tears. It was unbelieveable to me. You were such a nice Uncle to have. My first cousin now follows your path and as my aunt mentioned in her reflection, his middle name was your first. Continue to rest in peace. Your Great Niece Nicky

Nicky
Great Niece
May 10, 2007

I have many good memories of you and my other uncles and aunts. The best memories are of us on the farm, those day were GREAT!. During my career these memories have kept me grounded. Thank You

Special Agent Kenneth J. Killough (RET)
AFOSI
November 6, 2006

May you Rest in peace.May Our Lord Bless your family and may He also sooth the soul of the poor officer involved in this sad event.

October 7, 2006

still missed and never forgoten thank you for being a hero

BH
SCTPD
May 7, 2006

Dear Uncle Norman..it's still hard to believe you've been gone so long, but your not really gone because i have wonderful memories, especially childhood ones...I was very proud to know you picked the road of law enforcement for a career..you were an outstanding member of our family...I ask you to be my son's gaurdian angel as he attempts to follow your footsteps that you left behind. (by the way his middle name is "Norman" after you)... may your legacy continue.
Thanks to Michigan Police for Keeping Him in our Eyes, so we won't forget
Luv Ya Forever...your niece LISY

Lisy Henderson
Family Member
March 14, 2006

A few Years ago I met your cousin, and we have become good friends since then. One day he shared the story of you, and that tragic day. He also told me of how you were a great police officer, and a great person. 24 years later, and I could still see the sadness as he told me of you. I know your family, friends, and brother/sister officers still miss you very much. I'm sorry I never had the honor of meeting you. Rest in Peace.

Officer B.Hall
SCTPD
May 23, 2005

You'll Never Walk Alone

When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart and you'll never walk alone,
You'll never walk alone.

March 9, 2005

~~~~~The Broken Chain~~~~~

We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name.~~In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.~~It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.~~You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide; and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.~~Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same; but as God calls us one by one, the Chain will link again.

January 25, 2005

On the anniversary of your death, I salute you for your service and honor you for your sacrifice.

A hero never dies.....

God bless, hero. Rest in peace.

A grateful citizen.

October 7, 2004

Peace, Trooper. Rest in peace.

Michigan Resident
September 9, 2004

Trooper Killough, it's hard to believe that it has been 25 years since your death and yet I remember it like it happened yesterday. I lived less than two blocks from where you were killed and it was the talk of the neighborhood for quite some time. It made me realize the difficult nature of police work and also that it takes a special breed of person to do this job. Iam reminded of that daily as I work the front desks at the Pima County Jail in Tucson, AZ- far away from Flint, MI, but the task remains difficult-but we know you watch over us and keep us safe as we continue the watch. Godspeed, brother

PSSS Casey P. Jennings
Pima County Sheriff's Dept. AZ
October 7, 2003