Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Patrolman Sam Gray Bulloch, III

LaGrange Police Department, Georgia

End of Watch Wednesday, January 22, 1986

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Reflections for Patrolman Sam Gray Bulloch, III

I was involved in a accident on the way to work at the Milliken plant in La Grange, Ga, and hit a car that was parked on the other side of troup ave backing out of my drive way, I was scared and didn't want to miss work, Patrolman Bullock came over to my house the next day and told he would be giving me a ticket for improper backing, and not hit and run, Patrolman Bullock told me he hoped that I had learned a lesson and said to never do that again. I was so thankful that a policeman would take the time to help me understand lifes lessons. I was driving to the post office on the day Patrolman Bullock was on duty directing traffic for the Christmas parade, I came around the circle towards post office, I noticed Patrolman Bullock and slowed down I asked him how was he doing he smiled and said I've got patrol duty for Christmas parade, I told him Merry Christmas and thanked him. I was in tears to find out he had died later that day. RIP Patrolman Bullock ! U are my hero ! Clark Velazquez.

Clarence Velazquez
Private citizen

June 26, 2018

Dad still missed you Sam! I never got the chance to meet you because I wasn’t yet born but he still has issues some days when thinking of you. He doesn’t show much emotion and you know that! But he misses you dearly and mom says dad loved working with you and said it really got to him when we lost you. Dad is now retired from the city and did 30 years and retired first in 2007 and didn’t take long before going back and staying for a few more years and retired for good in 2010. They said I would love you if we still had you. and they said you’d love me to death and would get along perfectly. I wish I had the opportunity to but maybe someday we can! Dad still misses you and loves you and would love to have you back riding next to him! Hope I can meet you someday! Thank You for being an amazing friend to my dad sammy.

Police Officers Son. Cody Olson
LaGrange Police Department

February 1, 2018

Sam. I Was Chief of police in West Point when your accident happened. You were a Great Officer and came from a great family. Thank you for your service

Retired Chief of Police Johnny Mccurry
West Point , Ga. PD

September 8, 2016

Rest in Peace, Patrolman Bulloch. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

April 1, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 26th anniversary 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 murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer. Like you, he too gave the magnifcant gift of life by being an organ donor. I hope that has provided comfort to your family.

Time never dimishes respect and you will always be honored and revered. I pray for solace for all those who love and miss you for I know both the pain and pride are forever.
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Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

January 22, 2012

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

January 16, 2008

"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
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

December 27, 2007

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.

January 22, 2007

my dad was one his good friends and was a motor cycle police officer

cody olson son of sargent milton olson
my father is a lagrange police officer

January 10, 2007

The Motorcycle Officer's Poem reads as follows:
It sounds like thunder far away, but the skies are blue and bright...
And soon they crest the hill nearby, and ride into our sight.
They shake the ground with powerful sound, and they make some hearts beat fast...
They look so proud and noble, like Knights come from the past.
Side by side, they always ride, and seem to move as one...
From early in the morning light, to the setting of the sun.
And children point and wave to them, from cars that pass them
And young ones ask their parents, why the men have mirrors for eyes.
They ride the roads, and fight for good, and defend small ones like you...
They ask to ride, and do with pride, and sometimes they are few.
Like men of steel, on Silver Wings, they sparkle in the light...
then with a roar and rumble; they ride out of our sight.
Sometimes when one has fallen, never to ride again...
You can hear the others calling, like thunder on the wind.
Side by side, they slowly ride, and their thunder is a mournful sound...
And the mirrors hide their eyes from us, when teardrops fall to ground.
So if you see one riding, and you look into his face...
You see your reflection in his eyes; you know that you are safe.
For motormen are a special breed, they love to ride the wind...
And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen ones ride again!

Rest Easy Brother Motorman....HEROS LIVE FOREVER !!!

September 22, 2006

Brother Bulloch,

May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Respectfully,
You’re Brothers in Blue

Untouchables Law Enforcement Motorcycle

December 2, 2005

I didn't really know you, however our lives have been linked since that awful day in 1986. I was actually enroute to my job interview (as a Deputy Sheriff) at the sheriff's office when I passed by your accident scene. I will never forget the looks on the faces of your fellow officers as they stood by your wrecked motorcycle. You can also take comfort in the fact that as I got to know your fellow officers better they spoke very highly of you, telling all the stories of you and your exceptional sense of humor.....rest in peace brother I think of you often.

Lt. Rick Massie
Troup County Sheriff's Office

January 22, 2005

"For motormen are a special breed, they love to ride the wind.. And when you hear the thunder boom, the fallen one rides again...... "

Rest in Peace!

Sr. Cpl. E Hagan, 6065
Dallas Police Dept

June 19, 2004

I honor you, your name, service and most of all your sacrifice . . . thank you for saving the life of another through your heart donation. A true hero. Jim Crotty (Former Richmond, VA Policeman).

Special Agent Jim Crotty
ATF (SA, Retired)

February 29, 2004

A true hero as even in death you gave your life to another. Most can only hope to be what you are. God bless and you are not forgotten.

Deputy M. Moore
Warren County S.O. (OH)

December 5, 2003

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