 | Patrolman Dennis J. McInerney
New Orleans Police Department
Louisiana
Tuesday, February 26, 1974 |
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 a long time 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 Patrolman McInerney! Sgt. Robert Mau, Sr.
PD Joliet IL
2008-12-16
YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE AND DEDICATION. VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH
2008-02-20
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
2007-11-01
I worked at Vidalia Police Dept during hurricane Katrina. We had a free medical clinic setup for evacuees and to show you how small of a world it is....I met your wife there...she told me that you had been killed in the line of duty...she is a sweet lady, rest in peace Ptl. Stephen Lipscomb
Louisiana Police Officer
2007-03-28
Mac, I was in the 5th District with you. Today, 12-6-2004, I was going through the list of lost Police Officers in odmp and noticed there was no reflections on your entry. I was working in the Superintendants office, Mardi Gras special operations, when we got the call that you and your partner, John Tobin. had been shot down. Here it is almost 31 years later and I have never forgotten you. Rest in peace my brother and my friend. Jim Moore
New Orleans P.D., Retired
2004-12-07
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