Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

No passage of time will ever erase your service and sacrifice. Rest in peace always.

Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police (Retired)

April 12, 2021

Chief Plumstead,
On today, the 90th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Roxbury Township. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

BPA Mike Casey
United States Border Patrol
El Paso Station

April 12, 2019

To my Grandfather Fredrick Plumstead , you would be pleased to know that both of your grandsons George & Russell Vanderbush, sons of your oldest Daughter, Adelaide, followed in your footsteps. Both now retired law enforcement officers

Russell Vanderbush \ investigator
Grandson \ NJ Division of Criminal Justice

August 19, 2016

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 83rd anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer who was murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

April 12, 2012

YOU ARE A HERO SIR JUST BY THE PROFESSION YOU CHOSE

Pat Van Den Berghe
MANCHESTER, NH

August 25, 2008

Rest in Peace my Brother.

Kevin T Ryan
Ex Burlington County NJ Cop and Correction Sergeant

April 12, 2008

Rest in peace my Brother.

Kevin T Ryan
EX Burlington County NJ Cop and Correction Sergeant.

April 11, 2008

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

April 12, 2007

ITS SOUNDS LIKE THUNDER FAR AWAY..
but the skies are blue and bright...
And soon they crest the hill nearby, and ride into our sight.

They shake the ground with powerful sound, and they make some hearts beat fast... They look so proud and noble, like Knights come from the past.

Side by side, they always ride, and seem to move as one...
From early in the morning light, to the setting of the sun.

And children point and wave to them, from cars that pass them by...
And young ones ask their parents, why the men have mirrors for eyes.

They ride the roads, and fight for good, and defend small ones like you...
They ask to ride, and do with pride, and sometimes they are few.

Like men of steel, on Silver Wings, they sparkle in the light...
then with a roar and rumble, they ride out of our sight.

Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.

Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground.

So if you see one riding, and you look into his face...
You see your reflection in his eyes, you know that you are safe.

For motormen are a special breed, they love to ride the wind...
And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen ones ride again.

Author Unknown

K. BROOKS, INVESTIGATOR
MONROE CTY PA

October 31, 2005