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Special Agent Jared Robert Porter

United States Department of Justice - Federal Bureau of Investigation, U.S. Government

End of Watch Thursday, August 9, 1979

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Reflections for Special Agent Jared Robert Porter

"The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are as bold as a lion." —Proverbs 28:1. Special Agent Porter, The streets of Heaven are paved in gold, there is no need to walk a beat, Rest In Peace.

Sgt. Campbell
Cottonwood PD

November 1, 2010

"The wicked flee when no man pursueth: but the righteous are as bold as a lion." —Proverbs 28:1. Special Agent Porter, The streets of Heaven are paved in gold, there is no need to walk a beat, Rest In Peace.

Sgt. Campbell
Cottonwood PD

November 1, 2010

"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
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

March 20, 2008

You are a hero in every sense of the word. I was but 13 years old when you gave the ultimate sacrifice for your fellow citizens. I never could have imagined then how close and personal your sacrifice would become to me later in life. Even though I never met you, I have learned of you from your friends and family, and you were, without a doubt, a great, great man. Thank you for your service to our Nation. Rest in Peace, my brother.

Officer C. Hoerchler #11254
Mesa, Arizona Police Department

January 15, 2008

It has been 18 years since your brutal and tragic murder. Thank you for your bravery and sacrifice. May your family take comfort in knowing you will NEVER be forgotten and FOREVER be a hero!

DET SGT, Retired

August 9, 2007

To say that you two are heroes is the understatement of the century. Who knows how many additional lives would have been taken at the hands of this animal had you two not acted in the manner in which you did. You will never, ever be forgotten. Rest in peace.

Cpl/1 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police

August 9, 2007

Uncle Bobby,

You are one of my heroes. I'm sure you are up there with so many that love you. I pray for those of us down here that love you. I know the Lord has a reason for taking you when and how he did. But even knowing this, sometimes it's hard for some of us to understand. You are loved. You are missed.


June 30, 2007

Hi again,
A Supertramp song just came on the radio reminding me so much of the trip we took the month before your death. Normally I can't handle listening to them. It's hard. But it's also hard not remembering i guess. The questions run so deep.... what do i do with my feelings?
sleep well.


May 4, 2007

Hey Dad,
Here I am so active in trying to comfort other families who've lost a loved one yet I've never even written you. I know more about what happened and it's affecting me a bit negatively. I'm trying to work through it even though it's hard. I was only 7 and now I'm 35. Can you believe I'm still trying to deal with all this?
I don't know how I feel about you. I don't know what to say here... at least not now.
Police Week is coming up. Maybe I'll have a better idea after that. Until then, I do think about you... I just don't know how to feel.
Your daughter,


April 30, 2007

Brother, may God bless you and continue to watch over your family. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.

Special Agent
FBI New York

June 27, 2004



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