Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Chief of Police James W. Ethridge

Branchville Police Department, South Carolina

End of Watch Saturday, June 30, 1951

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Reflections for Chief of Police James W. Ethridge

Thank you for your service and please know that your sacrifice is one that will never, ever be forgotten. Rest in peace always.

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

June 30, 2020

Time may have passed but you are not forgotten. I believe as long as someone remembers you or speaks your name, you are still with us.
Thank you for your heroism.
GOD Bless

Detention Officer A.Zambito

July 4, 2015

James W (Bill) Ethridge was a older brother of my father,maing me the oldes nephew on the Ethridge side of the family. He was raised in southern alabama near Iinsey and the town of Headland.He lost his mother to cancer in 1929, when he was 17 years old as my dad was l5. there were 8 children, buford, mary elen, James William, Arthur Chalmus, Robert Paul, Juanita, Annice and Jack, John Thomas Ethridge was their father, and he passed away in 1939. At which time Uncle Bill book his little brother jack to live with him in South Carolina, and teh one living sibling, annice is 93 and she went to live with her older sister mary ellen a step mother came into the picture at some point and helped raise the other children, she was nonie Thomas and a School Teacher I think. Uncle Bill had no chidlren but
he has a nephew Butch Etheridge , a retired FBI agent in San Diago. as well as Billy Ethridge with the orangeburg county sheriffs department.there are quite a few cousins that know of Uncle Bill but were born after he was killed.
there were only two ties i saw my dad cry, when he heard of Bills Death and when he saw his wife < my mother in her casket..We Ethridges tend to be patriots and w salute the men and women of all law enforcement agencies that protect us 24/7/, Thank you all Arthur R ethridge TSgt, USAF, RETIRED.

TSgt Arthur Russell Ethridge
United States Air Force

April 26, 2014

To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 61rdt anniversary year 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

December 17, 2012

In Honor of your Sacrifice and for your family and friends, I salute you as a HERO!

"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 whose 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
Copyright © 1993 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell (Retired)
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

January 24, 2011

Chief Ethridge your work on this Earth as we know it is done. You are in God's Hands now brother. May you be resting in peace now.

SGT. Daryl Brewer
Clarksville Police Dept. Clarksville, Tennessee

October 25, 2009

RIP Chief. Your killer got what he deserved. I just wish that they were as swift with punishment today as they were back in 1951. Your service and sacrifice has not been forgotten.

Border Patrol Agent Robert Powell
U.S. Border Patrol

October 23, 2009

Rest in Peace Chief, Thank you for your service.

J. Clendening #407
Glades County Sheriff's Office, FL

October 21, 2009

Chier Ethridge,
It has taken over 58 years, but you are finally being honored. I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citzens of Branchville. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy. It took another few months, but your murderer got the justice that he deserved.



October 20, 2009



October 20, 2009

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