Sergeant Julian Douglas Stuckey Alabama Department of Public Safety Alabama Thursday, June 27, 1974  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

As my career's end is coming closer, I decided to check and find those who had lost their lives during the year that I was hired. While it's been many years since your passing, I'm sure those you left behind and those whom with you served with distinction have kept you alive in their memories. Thank you for your service and for looking out for us who continue in our chosen profession. Rest in peace Sgt. Stuckey.

Sgt. Robert Mau Sr.
PD Joliet IL
2008-12-17

"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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
2007-11-12

Rest in Peace, Sergeant Stuckey. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

2006-09-07

Dear Sgt. Stuckey,

I was stationed at Minot AFB in
North Dakota with your son. I remember him telling the story of your tragic death and of someday becoming an Alabama state trooper himself. And I recently discovered this website. Thinking of that long ago account, I found your memorial.

I cannot remember your son's first name, we just called him Stuckey, as is usually the case in the military. But I wonder after all of these years, how he's getting along. If he were to come across this, I would sure like to hear from him. Simply call the Columbus Division of Police and provide contact info to my kid brother
(Officer Steven Cockerham). I won't get the message, because I'm now retired, but they will pass it on to him.

My deepest sympathies go out to your family...and I hope to hear from that big ole country boy of a son of yours someday soon.

Rest in peace Sarge.

Retired P.O. Dan Cockerham
Columbus, Ohio Div. of Police
2005-12-09

Rest in peace Trooper Stuckey. Thank you for your service!

Officer Kevin Turley
Jacksonville Police Department (Alabama)