Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Well it has taken me a long time to do this but here i am. I just wanted to say that it was an honor to talk to you and say that you where a true friend. A person who was always there to help and would go out of your way to find an answer. Just to let you and family know that you are missed almost every day

BGR

Billy Ransom metro pd dispatcher
metro pd

March 25, 2007

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat
I feel you everywhere I go
I see your smile, I see your face
I hear you laughin' in the rain
I still can't believe you're gone

It ain't fair, you died too young
Like the story that had just begun
But death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I've been through
Just knowin' no one could take your place
And sometimes I wonder
Who you'd be today

Would you see the world
Would you chase your dreams
Settle down with a family
I wonder what would you name your babies
Some days the sky's so blue
I feel like I can talk to you
And I know it might sound crazy

It ain't fair, you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
But death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I've been through
Just knowin' no one could take your place
Sometimes I wonder
Who you'd be today

Today, today, today
Today, today, today

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat
The only thing that gives me hope
Is I know I'll see you again someday

Someday, someday, someday

LDB

March 22, 2007

To My Dear Friend:
WHAT IS A COP?

Cops are human ( believe it or not) just like the rest of us. They come in both sexes but mostly male. They also come in various sizes. This sometimes depends on whether you are looking for one or trying to hide something. However, they are mostly big.

Cops are found everywhere-on land, on the sea, in the air, on horses, in cars, sometimes in your hair. In spite of the fact that " you can't find one when you want one", they are usually there when it counts most. The best way to get one is to pick up the phone.

Cops deliver lectures, babies, and bad news. They are required to have the wisdom of solomon, the disposition of a lamb and muscles of steel and are often accused of having a heart to match. He's the one who rings the door-bell, swallows hard and announces the passing of a loved one; then spends the rest of the day wondering why he ever took such a "crummy" job.

On TV, a cop is an oaf who couldn't find a bull fiddle in a telephone booth. In real life he's expected to find a little blond boy " about so high" in a crowd of a half million people. In fiction, he gets help from private eyes, reporters, and who-dun-it fans." In real life, mostly all he gets from the public is " I didn't see nuttin'."

When he serves a summons, he's a monster. If he lets you go, he's a doll. To little kids, he's either a friend or a bogeyman, depending on how the parents feel about it. He works " around the clock", split shifts, Sundays and holidays, and it always kills him when a joker says. " Hey tomorrow is Election Day, I'm off, let's go fishing" ( that's the day he works 20 hours).

A cop is like the little girl, who, when she was good, was very, very good, but, when she was bad, was horrid. When a cop is good, " he's getting paid for it." When he makes a mistake, " he's a grafter, and that goes for the rest of them too." When he shoots a stick-up man he's a hero, except when the stick-up man is " only a kid, anybody coulda seen that."

Lots of them have homes, some of them covered with ivy, but most of them covered with mortgages. If he drives a big car, he's a chiseler; a little car, "who's he kidding?" His credit is good; this is very helpful, because his salary isn't. Cops raise lots of kids; most of them belong to other people.

A cop sees more misery, bloodshed, trouble, and sunrises than the average person. Like the postman, cops must also be out in all kinds of weather. His uniform changes with the climate, but his outlook on life remains about the same: mostly a blank, but hoping for a better world.

Cops like days off, vacations, and coffee. They don't like auto horns, family fights, and anonymous letter writers. They have unions, but they can't strike. They must be impartial, courteous, and always remember the slogan " At your service." This is sometimes hard, especially when a character reminds him, " I'm a taxpayer, I pay your salary."

Cops get medals for saving lives, stopping runaway horses, and shooting it out with the bandits ( once in a while his widow gets the medal). But sometimes, the most rewarding moment comes when, after some small kindness to an older person, he feels the warm hand clasp, looks into grateful eyes and hears, " Thank you and God bless you, son."

Sgt. Lisa Dianne Binkley

March 17, 2007

The credit belongs to the one who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if they fail, at least fails while daring greatly. So that their place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.

Sgt. Lisa Dianne Binkley
Tennessee Military Police Department

March 17, 2007

Just stopped by to say hi, I know that sounds silly, but I feel like I really visit with you when I come to your page. I've seen and talked to Harry a couple of times lately. I guess both of us should go to the house, we've been around forever. Miss you, mean it.
M

SA M Neely
THP/CID

January 30, 2007

DETECTIVE HICKS WAS A GREAT PERSON AND LOVED TO WORK FOR THE CITY OF GOODLETTSVILLE. HE WILL BE GREATLY MISSED BY ALL THAT KNEW HIM

SGT. HAROLD SPILLERS
SAINT THOMAS HEALTH SERVICES

December 28, 2006

I miss you so much! I think about you all the time. I will never forget what we had or what you meant to me. Time goes by and life goes on, but I still think I see you sometimes from afar. That's when I know you are watching over us all. Thanks for the memories.

November 25, 2006

Hey Buddy....

Man, I wish you were here. I don't think a day goes by, that I don't think about you, playing the memories over in my head. I made Sergent last month. Can you believe it. Me, of all people. Lynn, I've worked hard. I came into this wanting to be just like you, and gave it my all, just as you did every single day. It's paying off. I was the first Police Officer to ever go before the Promotion Board and beat all the other applicants, with only a year under my belt with the State of Tennessee. There were so many people who tried to, wanted to, I think even planned to hold me down. Keep me back. But, not you. You always believed in me, and it's knowing I had you faith, that has pushed me ahead. You know the truth, and always will. You knew me, all the way back to the good old days at GHS and MHS. When others doubted, and accused, you were up there giving me the strengh to move forward. Thank you my friend.

I miss you, and I will always love you.

Sgt. Binkley (nice ring huh?)

Sgt. Lisa Dianne Binkley
State of Tennessee Military Police Department

September 8, 2006

i miis you so much but you died doing what my dad does so he and other oficers could be safe we love you and miss you

Your truly,
Bryant uldrich

bryant uldrich
n/a he was my best friends dad

June 12, 2006

REMEMBERING YOU TODAY AND YOUR FAMILY.
THE LOSS IS STILL SO GREAT. THE MEMORIES ARE STILL SO REAL.
LORD, PLEASE BE WITH THIS FAMILY, FRIENDS AND CO-WORKERS TODAY AS THEY REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES AND THE DAY OF HIS "ULTIMATE SACRIFICE". GIVE THEM PEACE AND COMFORT.

LORRAINE BOND (MOTHER)
HAMILTON COUNTY, TN.
DEPUTY SHERIFF: DONALD K. BOND, JR.
EOW: 09.06.01

May 23, 2006

You told me when i was about 13 years old that i would be a police officer if thats what i really wanted to do with my life. Your words meant alot and i carry that with me to this day. I hope my career is half as distinguished as yours.

Chuck Consiglio
Coopertown Police Dept.

February 20, 2006

My Friend:

I know you were there the day I received my badge. I felt such pride, to know that at last, all the hills and valleys, were worth climbing. I too could now do my part to be the type of Officer you always had the faith that I would be. I felt you with me that day as I pressed my dress uniform. I felt you with me the first day I reported to my post, and every day since. I just hope and pray I can be half the Officer you were. I look forward to the day we see one another again. You in your blue and I in my green. Badges shining for all to see.

Lisa Binkley
Tennessee Military Police Department

October 27, 2005

I know your watching and your reassurance and help is always weclome. We always need you and miss you terribly.

October 14, 2005

Remembering the sacrifice that Lynn gave and remembering his family today.
To his family, he has not been forgotten.
God bless you

Lorraine Bond
(Donald K. Bond, Jr. EOW: 9.6.01)

May 23, 2005

Lynn, I miss you. No matter what the call was, just having you there always made it easier. Even though you are gone from our sight, you will always be in the hearts of us who knew you. Rest Easy My Brother.

Det. Louis Meadows
MNPD (Retired)

April 28, 2005

My friend....
As another Christmas nears I find myself wishing and wanting I had treasured those Christmas Eves, of wrapping gifts and seeing the smile on your face when I came (as always) I delivered on the toy of the year. Most of all I miss the smile on your face. December is a hard month for all that new and loved you. Your birthday, Christmas. Lately, I have been working a job that keeps me on the road about four hours a day. I hope you know that I often spend that time remembering the good times we had, and the good person you were. I guess regardless of how many Christmas's pass I will never really let go of the pain of missing you. But, in many ways I hope I don't. I don't ever want to forget how much you meant to me, how much I cared and loved you, and how much I regret never telling you. I never want to forget your smile, and if anything comes from you not being here is that you will forever be the handsome, young, hero in my life.

I keep tabs on your parents, and they're doing well. I am sure I will see them at church on Christmas Eve. I don't want you to ever worry, because your family will always be in my thoughts, my prayers. I am here for them, as you were here for me.

Happy Birthday my dear friend, and hopefully you know your in my thoughts and how much I miss you.

Lisa

Lisa Binkley

December 15, 2004

Rest In Peace, your sacrifice shall not be forgotten. God Bless

Police Officer
Chicago Police Dept.

November 17, 2004

Hey Buddy, Hargis and I worked an assignment together the other day. It went well, but you know we'd loved to have had you there with us, just like old times.
Miss you still

M.

SA MMN
THP/CID

July 20, 2004

The policeman stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry a badge
can't always be a saint."

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at time 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 fear.

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 had 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 beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell"

GREGG HOUSTON
SOUTH CAROLINA

July 4, 2004

On angels ...
"The wings ain't anything but a uniform that's all. When they are in the field so to speak, they always wear them."
-Taken from Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

Lynn,
You're not forgotten ...
May 22, 2004

May 21, 2004

Today, I got great news. At last, after years of trying, I will have the opportunity and priviledge to wear the badge you lived and died for. My only regrets are that you are not here to share this with. You worked so hard for me and with me to fullfill this dream. I know that even though you are not here, you will always be with me on duty and off. I hope that I can become someone that you would have been proud of. Watch out for me dear friend.

Love always.

Lisa

Lisa Dianne Binkley

I went by and saw the memorial a couple of months ago, it's really something, you'd be proud. I know we'd all rather have you back than that marble and stone, but at least you won't be forgotten. I'll never forget the classes we took together at TLETA. You and Hargis and I had a great time at CI school. I miss you Lynn, so do a lot of other people. I guess it just goes to show how many people you touched and what an impression you made.

P.S. I still carry your GPD trading card.

Mary Neely, Special Agent
Tennessee Highway Patrol

Dear Lynn,

In our home we have a special room,

I suppose all cops do;

Inside he stores his weapons of war-

Second skin to those in blue.

A Kevlar vest, a gun or two, a

Hat high upon a shelf-

A scattering of subpoenas,

And a very heavy belt.

Dress blues he prays he won't be wearing

Anytime soon, a stack of "Gall's", some chargers,

A pair of worn, but shiny boots.

And taped to the wall in this

"police room"

Is a photograph of you.

"Police mourn a 'cop's cop'"- he

Stares at it so intently, with such sadness

And anger...

As every day, piece by piece,

He puts on all his armor.

Lastly, he pins his badge over his heart

--The transition is complete--

He stares at your photo as I

wonder what he's thinking.

My guess is that he's praying

For your loved ones left behind--

As he remembers miles of cruisers

Making their way down Gallatin Pike;

As the toughest of the tough

Wiped the tears from their eyes--

Amidst a sea of silent blue light.

All the while fighting anger

I too, have come to know--

Deep contempt for those to blame.

Or maybe he hears those bagpipes-

As they rise and fade away.

Perhaps he's thinking of the Angels,

Three Angels wearing blue-

The ones your daughter saw...

The day they came for you.

I don't ask him, for I know

I cannot truly understand--

What it must feel like

To wear a blackened badge.

He never really knew you,

Not personally anyway--

But I'll never forget how

Struck down he was

That dark Spring day.

So I'm writing you this letter

Because I want you to know...

In our home we have

A special room;

You probably had one too,

Inside he stores his weapons of war...

And a photograph of you.

Lisa M. Carter
Nashville, TN

Daddy,

There is not one day that goes by that i dont think of you. I LOVE YOU! I miss you too.here is something for you that i have finally been able to write:

On the twenty-second day of May a man got out of jail that day. He went to a store and bought some guns and thought he waas goin to have some fun. It didn't end up that way. My Daddy was shot and killed on the twenty-second day of May.

by:Elizabeth Hicks

1-18-00

Elizabeth

John 15:13:  Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

I miss you and love you always.

Lisa Binkley