 | Trooper Damon L. Robichaux
Louisiana State Police
Louisiana
Wednesday, July 21, 1982 |
For Trooper Damon L. Robichaux:
The world of a law officer is replete with hazards and threats to his/her life. Each day is accepted with the understanding that whatever peril might exist we will still do our job and perform our duty. To some people this is disgarded as simple rhetoric, but most everyone who knows and understands what duty means accepts this. We also know that simple accidents, however ill-timed or inconvenient, do occur. It is a fact of life.
That Trooper Damon Robichaux's life would end as a result of a simple and unintended accident is regretful. It is almost too much to bear. Yet it occurred. This tragedy took place. Many can point a finger and assert blame, but none can guarantee that it will not happened to them.
At this point all we can do is accept that accidents occur. Distasteful and regrettable as it is, similar incidents, in time, will happen again. We pray that it does not, least of all to someone we know...or perhaps to us.
To Trooper Damon L. Robichaux I render a final salute. Cpl. Ralph D. Fiorenza (Ret.)
Pennsylvania State Police
2009-03-14
I miss you Brother. You would be so proud of Jason. Even though his last name is Sager, he is a spitting image of you. He races bikes on offroad circuit around the world. I miss you and cannot wait until we meet again. Keep the Canoe upright. Chet Robichaux
Brother
2008-05-08
"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
2008-02-02
May God Bless you and your family, and all those hurting from your loss. Patrolman in Missouri
2004-11-30
My sympathies to all who were affected by this tragedy. May the memory of your service and sacrifice remain forever. Trooper Andrew Canepa
Pennsylvania State Police
May you find peaceful rest. God bless those left behind.
concerned citizen
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