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Deputy Sheriff Donald Kenneth Bond

Hamilton County Sheriff's Office, Tennessee

End of Watch Thursday, September 6, 2001

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Reflections for Deputy Sheriff Donald Kenneth Bond

This poem was wrote by one of Don's friend's, Det. Marty Dunn of the Hamiliton County Sheriff Dept. TN. Marty wrote it for the one year memorial service for Don.

My Brothers in Blue

Have you ever been there
Before you fall asleep
When Your mind wonders
About those thoughts so deep

And questions come to mind
The ones that are so vain
Then memories and feelings of the past
Make you feel insane

When you lose a brother
A partner dressed in blue
You somethimes sit and wonder
If I'd only knew

Maybe I could've changed things
Possibly rewrote the past
So they would still be with us
Dear God, you know I've asked

This family I speak of
Our brothers we have lost
Their memories we keep near our hearts
They've paid the ultimate cost

These feelings we all have
And probably always will
They very seldom leave us
And always feel so real

But even with such a loss
Our lives they do not cease
For on we must travel
In search of inner peace

And when our lives are over
Together we'll take our stand
Without fear as we know it
Cause we have family.
In the Promised Land

Wrote By Deputy Marty Dunn

Remembering and Honoring Don this September 6, 2005.

Sandy Williams and Deputy Gordon Williams
Mother-in-law and Father-in-law of Deputy Donald Bond EOW 9-6-01




September 6, 2005

As I sit here writing I am reminded of the day Donald was taken from us. I received the call from his mother who was very calm and told me the horrible news. I thought how am I going to tell my daughter, his neice, who adored her uncle? Should I leave her at school or would she want to know right away? She was only in kindergarten.Then my mind went straight to you Lorraine. Oh my god, she must be devastated.I know I could not do anything, but be there.When I looked in your eyes I saw complete sadness. No words were spoken, but we both knew what an impact this would have on our family. Even though I was no longer married to Edward your other son, you made me feel part of the family. I think of you as a mother. You have been through a lot in the past 4 years. I know Donald would be very proud of you and knows how much you miss him. The tears you cry for him will never disappear and the sadness in your heart will never subside, but know that you are loved by so many. Remember, Donald is only a prayer away. Take comfort in,though he didn't live a long life he lived his life to the fullest. He touched people in a special way and accomplished so much without asking for anything is return. He will be missed by everyone who knew him and an inspiration. I love you Lorraine and admire your strength and hope you know how much Samantha and I love you.
Melissa

Melissa
sister-in-law

September 6, 2005

To Lorraine Bond:

Thank you for your recent message on Larry's page. As Donald's anniversary date is soon approaching, I know that you are grief stricken. Those bullets didn't just kill our sons, but killed a part of us. You are so right about there being a void and emptiness that can never be filled. I thank God for my blessings that I still have: my son James, my two daughters-in-law, and my two beautiful grandchildren. I also pray for the strength to get through this, and to lead my life in a way that will honor Larry. Although it will not bring our sons back, I hope justice was done in your son's case. The savagery of the attack on Donald was appalling.
Although there are many miles between us, know that there is no distance in the heart and my heart is with you. I will light a candle for Donald each night of this anniversary week of his death so please know he is being honored and revered here in California.

Phyllis Loya, mother of fallen officer
Larry Lasater, Pittsburg, CA PD
eow 4/24/05

August 31, 2005


Dedication to A Fallen Officer

A million times we have missed you,
A million times we've cried,
If love could have saved you,
You never would have died,
Things we feel most deeply,
Are the hardest things to say,
Our dearest one,
We have loved you in a very special way,
We often sit and think of you,
And think of how you died,
To think we couldn't say good-bye,
Before you closed your eyes,
No one can know our loneliness,
And no one can see us weeping,
All our tears from aching hearts,
While others are still sleeping,
If we had one lifetime wish,
A dream that would come true,
We'd pray to God with all our hearts,
For yesterday and you.

Mom



August 17, 2005

To Lorraine Bond, treasured mother of Deputy Sheriff Kenneth Bond: I read your witness impact statement which had been posted on a reflection. Tears are still streaming down my face as I write this heartfelt message to you. Oh dear Mother of Deputy Bond, how I feel your agony. My own arms, like yours, will never enfold my youngest son again. I looked up your son's memorial page after seeing a posting by you for Officer Roger Motley of Alabama who was brutally murdered in 1993. You have my deepest sympathy for the loss of your splendid son whose life you were so greivously and senselessly robbed of by a degenerate.
So many young lives taken. Lives that have always served and it is so unfair. My son, Larry Lasater of the Pittsburg, CA PD, was shot twice (once in the neck) on April 23rd of this year while on a foot pursuit of two robbery suspects. My Larry was also a veteran. He left the Marine Corps as a tank commander to join a local department so he could raise a family and contribute to a community. His first child will be a month old Monday. He never saw him although he had just finished the baby room and was so excited about becoming a father. His grave recently bore a "It's a boy" balloon. For as long as we live, until we take our last breath, I know that you and I will experience this unbearable pain. It is a terrible journey that only another police survivor can truly understand the magnitude of our losses. When an officer is murdered, so many lives are forever altered. You and Donald and the rest of your family has the utmost respect for the service he gave to his community and his country. Phyllis Loya, mother of Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD eow 4/24/05

August 6, 2005

Hey buddy, I have been thinking about you alot lately. I'm not sure if it is just that time of year or what. Keep watching over us.

patrolman D. Myrick
HCSD

August 3, 2005

God be with you and your family.

God be with you always.

Lee McDowell
Private Investigator - Memphis

July 7, 2005

This National Police Week, remembering all of those who gave their lives so that we can be safe.

May 17, 2005

Remembering you today............

May 8, 2005

Just thinking about you today. I heard a group of bagpipes playing Amazing Grace and it brought me back to that day. Then I was remined about when we worked on the fire department together. Then I remembered the converstation we had in the Taco Bell parking lot. I was telling you about how I was about to graduate from the Cleveland State Police Acadmey. Melissa, my family and myself miss you alot.

Deputy Jon J Molineaux
Washington County Sheriff's Office Washington County Maryland

April 2, 2005

DON ITS BEEN ALMOST FOUR YEARS SINCE THAT HORRIBLE NIGHT, MAN I WISH EVERY DAY THAT I COULD HAVE DONE SOMTHING TO HELP YOU.YOU WERE THERE FOR ME ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS .BUT KNOWING YOU YOU WOULD HAVE RATHER IT BEEN THE WAY IT WAS. I THINK ABOUT THAT NIGHT EVERY DAY BUT I THINK ABOUT THE FUNNY TIMES WE HAD AND IT GETS EASIER.BUT I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU BUDDY. KEEP WATCHING OVER US MAN .MISS YOU KEVIN

PATROLMAN KEVIN FLOYD
HAMILTON COUNTY SHERIFFS DEPT

March 12, 2005

TODAY WOULD HAVD BEEN YOUR 39TH BIRTHDAY.
REMEMBERING.....
BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN.

March 5, 2005

DEAREST UNCLE DONALD,
I WISH YOU COULD STILL BE HERE. AND I KNOW YOU PROBABLY DO TO.
BUT GOD DECIDED THAT IT WAS BEST FOR YOU TO REST UNTIL HE COMES AGAIN.
AUNT CHARITY MISSES YOU, TOO.
WE STILL HAVE YOUR SHERIFF'S CAP ON TOP OF THE GUN CABINET. IT REMINDS ME ALOT OF YOU.
I LOVE AND MISS YOU VERY MUCH.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
LOVE,
SAMANTHA
(YOUR NEICE)

March 4, 2005

REMEMBERING.............
NEVER FORGOTTEN.















February 14, 2005

TODAY, IS 3 YEARS, 4 MONTHS AND 12 HOURS.
YOU ARE NEVER FORGOTTEN.
YOU ARE THOUGHT ABOUT EVERY DAY AND MISSED MORE.
SOON EVERYTHING WILL BE MADE RIGHT AND WE WILL SEE YOU AGAIN.

January 6, 2005

Merry Christmas Buddy, I miss you

#1732
Hamilton Conty Sheriff's Office

December 25, 2004

Just remembering you today.
Someone asked me if it got any easier.
NO! it does not.
The void is always there. It is something that will always be there as long as I live.
Just remembering you today.
Love,

December 14, 2004

Here is the victim impact statement read by Lorraine Bond at the trial, she is the mother of Donald Bond.

You have heard a lot about Deputy Donald Bond, Jr., this week, but I want you to know who Deputy Donald Bond was.

He was born on March 5, 1966, weighing 6 lbs, 12 ozs in Charleston, South Carolina.
He died on September 6, 2001 at 35 years, 6 months and 2 hours old.
In 1988, he joined the Hamilton County Sheriff's Department as a Dispatcher working the night shift. He was a very conscientious Dispatcher and knew where his Officers on his watch were and what they were doing at all times. He was their link to the community.

In 1998 he went to the Police Academy in Nashville and graduated because his goal was to become a Law Enforcement Officer.

In May of 1999 he was placed on patrol with several Training Officers and in August he went out on the road by himself. The night he was murdered he was working for another officer that was transferring to the day shift.

In 1988 he joined the Air Force with the National Guard with the 118th Medic Evacuation Unit in Nashville and served with them six years. When it looked as if we were going to war with Iraq in 1990 he told a friend he was going to volunteer and he told them not to tell anyone. He went over in September of 1990.

After serving with the Air Force for six years he transferred to the Army National Guard and flew as a Medic in the Black Hawk Helicopters.

During his service with them, he went to North Carolina during the floods of 1999 and helped rescue people and trying to help them rebuild their lives. There was one instance that he said they found a woman in the top of a tree and they did not know how long she had been there, but they lowered him down and he was able to bring her back up into the helicopter safely. He was interviewed by the news media and that is the way I found out what he had done in North Carolina. The unusual thing about Donald is that he never bragged about what he had done. Other people were the ones that usually told us about his good deeds.

In April 2001 he transferred back to the 118 in Nashville. He served 13 years in the service for his country.

Christmas of 1998, he met "the most beautiful girl in the world". I met Charity later and by March he was buying her an engagement ring. One day at work he called me and told me he had something to show me. He came to work with two engagement rings and wanted to know which one he should give her. He was so excited that he showed everyone in the office and wanted their opinion. He was suppose to give it to her on her birthday in May, but he couldn't wait so he gave it to her in March. They were married on September 8, 1999 in a little church on Bonny Oaks.

In October 2000, he received an award for arresting the most DUI's in Hamilton County, TN. He never told me about the award until one day I was at his home and I saw the plaque hanging on his wall. Awards were not important to him. His people in his community where he patrolled was important to him.

Christmas 2000, Charity and Donald went to Michigan to visit her family for the holidays. They left after Christmas and were on their way back to Tennessee when they received a call that Charity's cousin was killed in a head-on car accident by a drunk driver. They turned around and went back to Michigan for the funeral service. On the way back to Tennessee he determined more than ever to try and get the impaired drivers off the roadways.

He was a volunteer Firefighter for 11 years with the Tri-Community Fire Department helping to save lives and property. Donald was not just a Deputy with the Hamilton County Sheriff Department, a Sergeant in the Air Force, or a former volunteer firefighter. He was a husband to Charity, a son to his father and me, a brother to Edward, a son-in-law to Charity's parents, a brother-in-law to Charity's sister and husband and Edward's wife, an uncle to his two nieces and a nephew whom he never got to meet because he was born seven days after we buried Donald. He was a nephew to my two brothers and sister, a nephew to my two sisters-in-law and grandson to my father-in-law who lived in Maryland and most important a friend to all---especially his brothers in blue, "the Thin Blue Line".

I have a lot of family and friends around me, but there is an empty space that no one can fill and I have to live with that the rest of my life because of what happened in the early morning hours of September 6, 2001.

November 19, 2004

THIS WAS E-MAILED TO ME BY A FRIEND.

WALKING THE POINT

THERE ARE SOME THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO WITHOUT SUFFERING VERY LITERALLY AND PROFOUNDLY CASUALTIES: AND OUR JOB IS ONE OF THEM. YOU CAN'T RACE CARS WITHOUT CRASHES, YOU CAN'T DIG MINES WITHOUT CAVE-INS AND YOU SURE CAN'T SEND COPS OUT INTO THE STREETS OF A VIOLENT SOCIETY WITHOUT VIOLENT DEATHS. OUR FALLEN BROTHERS AND SISTERS KNEW THAT AND DID IT ANYWAY, AS WE ALL DO OR HAVE DONE. THEIR FRIENDS WILL TELL YOU THEY DID THE JOB BECAUSE THEY LOVED IT, AND ANY OF US WHO CAN'T SAY THAT SHOULD ENVY THEM FOR IT. AT LEAST THEY DIED AS RARE AND PRECIOUS PEOLE DOING WHAT THEY LOVED TO DO, AND DOING IT FOR THE NOBLEST OF REASONS. THAT IS SOMETHING WE CAN NEVER EXPLAIN OUTSIDE OF OUR PROFESSION.
YOU SEE, YOU CAN'T BE A GOOD COP SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T GET ANOTHER JOB. YOU CAN ONLY BE A GOOD COP BECAUSE YOU WANT IT. AND THERE IS AN ANSWER AS TO WHY THEY DID, SOMETHING I LEARNED HALF A WORLD AWAY MANY YEARS AGO AS A YOUNG MARINE, PREPARING TO FACE AN ENEMY IN COMBAT FOR THE FIRST TIME. IT WAS THEN MY SEGERANT EXPLAINED THAT, LIKE IT OR NOT, THERE ARE ONLY THREE RULES IN WAR:
RULE 1: "YOUNG MEN DIE"
RULE 2: "YOU CAN'T CHANGE RULE 1"
RULE 3: "SOMEBODY HAS TO WALK THE POINT"
YOU SEE, WHEN SOLDIERS ADVANCE, KNOWING THE ENEMY IS NEAR, THERE IS ALWAYS ONE-MAN WAY OUT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE. HIS DUTY IS TO LOOK AND LISTEN AND SENSE THAT FIRST CONTACT, TO SPOT THE ENEMY, PINPOINT THE AMBUSH, FIRE THAT FIRST SHOT, AND AS A CONSEQUENCE TAKE THOSE FIRST SHOTS.
IT OFFENDS THE LOGICAL MIND AND DENIES THE INSTINCT FOR SURVIVAL. IT AGES AND SADDENS AND WIZENS, AND FREQUENTLY KILLS THOSE WHO TAKE THEIR TURN "WALKING THE POINT". BUT IT MUST BE DONE, OR THERE WOULD BE NO PROTECTION FOR THE REST, JUST MORE BLOODSHED, AND MORE GRIEF. FOR THE "POINT MAN" IS THERE TO SAVE LIVES, EVEN IF HE GIVES HIS OWN IN THE PROCESS.
SOCIET MAY NOT BE A COMPANY OF SOLDIERS, BUT IT CERTAINLY HAS (AND NEEDS) SOMEBODY WALKING THE POINT. EVERY TIME YOU GO OUT THE STATION DOOR, EVERY TIME YOU ANSWER THE RADIO CALL, EVERY TIME YOU STOP TO CHECK OUT SOMETHING SUSPICIOUS.
AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE RULE NUMBER 1.
IF I COULD SAY SOMETHING DIRECTLY TO THE PEOPLE IN OUR SOCIETY, IT WOULD BE THIS. I KNOW SOME OF YOU WILL REMEMBER OUR BROTHERS AND SISTER THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH. I WANT YOU TO HONOR THEM FOR WHAT THEY DID FOR YOU THAT WHICH THEY NEED NOT HAVE DONE. I'M NOT JUST TALKING ABOUT WHAT THEY DID ON THE DAY THAT "ROUTINE" CALL OR STOP THAT WENT HORRIBLY BAD. I MEAN FOR WHAT THEY DO FOR YOU DAY AFTER DAY, IN DARKNESS AND LIGHT, RAIN OR SHINE, ON HOLIDAYS AND ON THEIR LOVED ONE'S BIRTHDAYS WIHTOUT EVER EXPECTING EVEN A THANK YOU IN REUTRN. THEY VOLUNTEERED TO "WALK THE POINT".
YOU SEE, YOU CAN'T BE A GOOD COP SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T GET ANOTHER JOB. YOU CAN ONLY BE A GOOD COP BECAUSE YOU WANT IT.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN

TRYING TO BE A GOOD COP. TRYING TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT. TRYING TO BE A WARIOR AND MAINTAIN HIGH ETHICAL STANDARDS. THAT'S WHAT WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT.
UNFORTUNATELY, THAT ROAD IS OFTEN VERY DIFFICULT. WE ARE CALLED TO "WALK THE POINT". MANY IN OUR DEPARTMENT ARE DOING THAT RIGHT NOW. THEY HAVE CHOSEN A PATH THAT IS HONORABLE. IT HAS CAUSED MUCH TURBULENCE WITH THOSE WHO ARE THERE FOR THE OWN PERSONAL GAIN OR BECAUSE THEY SIMPLY COULDN'T GET ANOTHER JOB. THERE HAS BEEN PERSONAL LOSS AND PERSONAL GRIEF. YET, IN THE SPIRIT OF THE WARRIOR, WE CARRY ON - MOVING FORWARD ON THE PATH THAT IS TRUE.
GOOD MUST WIN OVER EVIL. IT SURELY WILL THIS TIME.
STAY SAFE AND STAY TRUE.
JIM DONAHUE

YOU WALKED THE "POINT" THAT NIGHT AND SAVED MANY LIVES.
IN MEMORY OF DONALD K. BOND, JR.
EOW: 9/6/2001

November 17, 2004

I will always remember you.

September 10, 2004

It doesn't seem like three years since I have seen you.
You are thought about everyday.
I love you and miss you.

September 6, 2004

Thank you Jes and Anthony.
Lorraine

August 1, 2004

I had a dream about you the other night, and today my brother Anthony told me about this site. I am ashamed to say I did not know about it--I am ashamed to say I did not come to your funeral. I will never forget the day I got that phone call from Kathy. It was only about five months after Mom mom passed on. I kind of lost my mind that summer--everything bad happened all at once. I could could not deal with anything anymore.
We spent alot of time together when we were young, but as we got older we where virtually strangers. But I know this--you were a kind, loyal, honest and loving man; anyone could see it just by looking in your eyes. I am proud to be your sister and I wish I had known you better.
But I love you with all my heart and my thoughts are always with you. I know that you and Mom mom are in heaven right now listening to me, I know that you and Mom mom helped me through that horrible season. And I know that you and Mom mom always watch over all of us who you love. I love and miss you both.
I took it for granted that you and Mom mom would always be there, but I cannot go back and change anything now. Sometimes, I think about times like when me, you, and Buck where down at the shore catching doublers on Mr. Culvers pier. You were wiser than both of us even then.
I look forward to the day when I will be with you and Mom mom again in Heaven.

I Love You,
Jes

Jes

July 22, 2004

I knew you as 'Deke' when we were kids growing up, and I often think of the fun times we had down the shore house and at Mom-Mom's and Pop-Pop's. Now, almost 3 years after you have been taken I was thinking about the last time I saw you at Mom-Mom's funeral, the saddnes in your eyes from her passing yet you had the same joyful smile that always seemed to be there weather things were good or bad.
Your purpose is now far greater than anyone of ours.
May God Bless your family.

Anthony Campana
Washington, D.C.

July 21, 2004

Have had you on my mind alot lately. Been training rookies and it makes me think back to when you used to ride with me. Miss ya little buddy We will see you one day.

Patrolman Mark Stack #998
Chattanooga Police Dept

July 17, 2004

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