Border Patrol Agent Robert Hotten

Border Patrol Agent Robert Hotten

United States Department of Homeland Security - Customs and Border Protection - United States Border Patrol, U.S. Government

End of Watch Sunday, October 6, 2019

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Robert Hotten

Border Patrol Agent Robert Hotten died while attempting to locate a group of seven suspected illegal aliens in the area of Mount Washington, south of Patagonia, Arizona.

He and two other agents had gone to the area after a ground sensor was activated at 1:00 p.m. indicating that seven subjects were in the area. During the ensuing search, one of the subjects was taken into custody.

The agents began a search for Agent Hotten when he failed to respond to radio transmissions. He was found unresponsive with a head injury, possibly from falling on rocks, at approximately 4:15 p.m. Due to the remote and rugged nature of their location, they were unable to immediately move him for transport. The agents performed CPR and provided medical aid for more than two hours until he could be carried down the steep mountainside. He was flown to a hospital in Nogales where he was pronounced dead.

An investigation is underway to determine what caused his injuries and death.

Agent Hotten had served with the United States Border Patrol for 10 years and was assigned to the Tucson Sector. He is survived by his wife, son, mother, brother, and sister.

Bio

  • Age 44
  • Tour 10 years
  • Badge Not available

Incident Details

  • Cause Unidentified
  • Location Arizona

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THE FINAL INSPECTION:

The Policeman stood and faced his God.
Which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining bright
Just as brightly as his brass
“Step forward now, Policeman,
How shall I deal with you?
Hove you always turned the other cheek?
To my word have you been true?”
The Policeman squared his shoulders and said
“No, Lord, I guess I ain’t
Because those of us who carry guns
Can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays
And at times my talk was rough.
Because the world is awfully tough.
But I never took a thing
That wasn’t mine to keep…
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills just got to steep.
And I never passed a call for help.
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me.
I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fears.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord,
It needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much.
But if you don’t, I’ll understand.”
There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints often trod
As the Policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.
“Step forward now Policeman,
You’ve born your burdens well,
Come walk a beet on heaven’s streets.
You’ve done your time in Hell.”
Author unknown.

Officer Chad Miner
Powell Police department
Powell, Wyoming

November 29, 2019

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