Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

As I write this, it is June of 2001...all this time that has gone by, and my eyes are still filling with tears at the memory of that day. I will never forget the phone call...where I was, who told me, what I was doing. Every time I get on my own Harley, I think of Steve. When I was waiting for delivery of my first Harley in 93, Steve used to make fun of me for my excitement. He said that I was nuts for riding and would probably kill myself on it. Years later he came to my office on HIS new police bike. Proud as hell...and he had to show ME first. He loved being on the bike and was talking about buying his own for personal use. From that day forth, he and I had even more common ground to stand on...he was now a rider...and finally understood. I remember our friendship and will value it forever. I never pass the spot where he was killed without at least a mental nod to Steve...
I hope Steve can read the internet wherever he is...because I want him to know that he has not been forgotten and that I still love him and miss him. And everytime I am on my bike, I think of him and try to take small comfort in knowing that he died doing something he had grown to LOVE.

Detective Jason Hippler
JPSO

Our "Stevie" was a twin. He,his sister and I followed in my dad's (and their uncle's)footsteps,and were all so proud to wear the badge of a law enforcement officer.  There are only 3 of us remaining.  I just want to say that I held my cousin Stevie when he was born, and felt my heart break as I looked upon his lifeless face.  He loved his job,family and admired his Uncle Wally who had 41 years of law enforcement prior to retirement.  Stevie wanted to be just like him.  We miss you,Stevie.  Not a day goes by when I expect to hear you knocking on my door and chasing my German Shepherd.  You were the one who always brought the family together.  And you'll be proud to know that your nephew wants to follow in your footsteps.Love, cousin Cynthia, sister Stephenine & Uncle Wally.

Anonymous

We lived next to each other as kids, but soon moved away

Little did we know we'd live in one house one day

We watched as one veteran officer set the stage for us

Then returned to live together never suspecting the great loss

One by one each of us put on the badge, the others following to stand by each others side

Till we all stood for justice, beaming with pride

We watched the veteran retire and watched his friends forget

Then pledged we'd never be there thinking our paths were set

Four were now three, we had large boots to fill

When three dwindled to two due to enforcement's stress and ills

Suddenly the call came in and I knew this was no time to grieve

I sped to the hospital knowing that you had died

How could it be you, Steve?

I rocked you when you were little, we fought, laughed, and were all for one

How could I tell our mentor, my father, your uncle, you were gone?

41 years he wore that badge, now no one called, and I had to tell him and your twin sister, that one of us was gone.

Now there is one, active and carrying on

But there are still two, retired but living on.

We love the badge, our country, our Lord and the victims too

But nothing will compensate for the loss of you.

We pray you're patrolling Heaven on your Harley in God's sight

And think about always, especially on lonely nights.

One day I hope we're all together, what a team we'd be!

My Dad (your uncle Wally), twin sister Stephenine & me.

We'd be an unstoppable shift, our beat would be one that's clean

Just like New Heaven, no more pain, no more tears, no more crying.

No more sad Taps being played.  I pray for this most of all

As we march toward our final roll call.

ATF, NOPD, JPSO, LA. State Police, Military, Jefferson Levee Dist.

Sgt. Cynthia M. Roos
Jefferson Parish Sheriff's Office, LA

Deputy Newitt is not forgotten. Even though time has passed the loss is still remembered and very real. God's Blessings to his family and friends.

Senior Trooper
Oregon State Police