 | |  | Trooper First Class Donald Eugene Parkerson Jr.
Maryland State Police
Maryland
Tuesday, September 18, 1973 |
TFC Parkerson,
Sir, on today the 36th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you to you and your partner for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of the state of Maryland. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.
R.I.P.
USBP Anonymous
2009-09-18
"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
2008-02-18
ALways remembered. Cpl/1 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police
2007-09-18
In 1971, I was selected to participate in a Boys State program involving a stay of one week with trainees at the State Police Academy in Pikesville. I was Parkerson's (I never heard him called anything else) roommate for this week. He was a quiet, gentle, and extremely intelligent man, but had an amazing and wonderful sense of humor, and I believe he would have been a loyal and lifelong friend. I didn't know him long, but he touched me deeply, and I think of him often. Thanks for this opportunity to honor him. S. Mesner
Friend
2007-07-16
You are not forgotten Trooper Parkerson. Thank you.
2004-12-25
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