 | Superintendent Holly V. Holcomb
Oregon State Police
Oregon
Tuesday, November 25, 1975 |
I learned today that you were my grandmother's, (Iris Holcomb Whittington), cousin. I would have loved to have met and talked with you about our careers and family.
God Bless You. John Charles Whittington
Lawton, Oklahoma Detective, Retired
2009-04-23
"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
2008-01-14
You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service Pat Van Den Berghe, Manchester, NH
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH
2007-11-27
You will alway's be my hero!
I miss you Holly Papa.... Holly Blake
Granddaughter
2007-11-17
I met you for the first time when you visited my OSP recruit class in Redmond, Oregon. You were very warm and personable, and I can't express the pain I felt when we lost you a year later.
Rest in peace. Former Trooper Michael G. Hanks
Oregon State Police
2006-05-08
Dear Superintendent Holcomb,
You passed away on the very day I shipped away for military basic training.
Your sacrifice honors all those who wear the uniform.
Sleep well my brother. Retired P.O. Dan Cockerham
Columbus, Ohio Div. of Police
2005-11-19
I agree with a previous writer who wrote “No officer’s death should be without reflection.” It is an honor to be the first to leave a reflection in your memory. May the memory of your service, heroism and sacrifice remain forever. You served us well......RIP brother. Trooper
Pennsylvania State Police
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