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Photograph: Sergeant John C. Baxter Jr.
Patch image: Florida Highway Patrol, Florida

Sergeant John C. Baxter Jr.
Florida Highway Patrol
Florida
Wednesday, October 2, 1985

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"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
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

2007-12-12


You are remembered today and thank you Sir for you service.

vandenberghe
nh

2007-10-14


He has a place that can never be filled.
Look after Linda. Fay and Sandra

Fay Baxter
widow

2007-05-13


I worked as a Duty Officer at Venice and met Jack many times. He always had a good word for everybody, and always had a smile on his face. May God bless you and your family.

CR
Florida Highway Patrol

2003-10-26


Jack,
As a young trooper your words insired me, your love for the job gave me courage. I often think of you and our fellow troopers who have fallen in the line of duty. Those thoughts give me strength by knowing that "in hope there is valor."


Lt. Tommy Moore
Florida Highway Patrol

2003-10-01


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