 | Trooper Gary W. Snodgrass
Missouri State Highway Patrol
Missouri
Saturday, February 21, 1970 |
I have fond memories of Gary as i was growing up on the farm northeast of Vandalia, Mo. Gary's mom and dad were very good people. I remember Gary's dad, preaching at the Cornith Church during the 50s and the many visits to our house after church. God Bless you Gary and God bless your family.
Warren Rosenstengel
2008-02-29
YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE Van Den Berghe
MANCHESTER, NH
2008-02-12
"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
2007-12-06
It's been 36 yrs. ago, and not forgotten! God Bless you Anthony, and your family. Ret. PO
City of Miami PD
2006-04-26
Father, You are deeply loved and missed by many and will never be forgotten, I was very young when you left, but still know you very well. I will see you again one day. Love your Son Anthony W. Snodgrass-Son
2005-12-26
Trooper, your life ended the day that mine began. Thank you for your dedication to duty. I will say a prayer for you and your family.
See you someday my brother. CPL Jodie L. Warren
Prince George County Police Department, Virginia
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