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Sergeant Willie Donald Cameron

Atlanta Police Department, Georgia

End of Watch Friday, February 6, 1987

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Reflections for Sergeant Willie Donald Cameron

You will never be forgotten and you are always loved and appreciated and thought about every day

Jhadejah sharrieff
Family member

December 28, 2023

Rest in peace always knowing that your service and sacrifice will never, ever be forgotten by your law enforcement brethren.

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

February 6, 2021

I have an item that belonged to this officer. I am wanting to reach out to his children or grandchildren, to see if they would like the item back in their possession. Please email me at the address below.


January 12, 2021

W. D., as we called him, was a fine man. I mean a fine human being. I met him at Morehouse College in Atlanta. He used to serve in the cafeteria line, and by-the-way, used to give me a smidgen of a little more helpings ( i.e., two or three more noodles), or something like that. Once at a game at Morris Brown Stadium, he was on duty. I was getting all worked-up with some of the Morehouse football teamers' not running the right plays. I said: let me call the play - "i" was in the stadium, of course. It just so happened that that very play was called. The 'House made a successful drive down-field. I got excited. I jumped up and said" Oh man, "i'm" coaching now!! W. D. quickly looked at the other guys, shook his head as if to say: "He had nothing to do with it," and smiled as he continued, without missing a beat, with his policing duties. I appreciated his "input." He was a great Morehouse Man!

Cp. A-L. Moore, President, CCDO
The Bell-Brazeal Int'l. Chapter of Morehouse Men/HOFFOAMC

June 28, 2018

I have often thought about Sgt Cameron. I met him almost 50
years ago when we both were students at Morehouse College.
I hope his widow and children are successful and well.

Oscar Leonard
College Classmate

May 11, 2018

I recall making acquaintance with Sgt. Cameron
at the West End Mall in the mid '80's. He was always a friendly and engaging officer whenever we crossed paths. Although it's been more than 30 years since his untimely passing his star still shines bright.

Thomas Blair Jr.

January 17, 2018

Sergeant Cameron your Bravery and Sacrifice to keep us safe is
not forgotten. RIP sir.

Mark E McReynolds

March 28, 2017

RIP Sarge..

Ofc A Jackson (Retired)
Atlanta P. D.

December 22, 2015

Gone, but not forgotten,

Sgt. T. J. Jones
Greater Cleveland Transit Police Department, Ohi

February 6, 2014

You were truly a leader and inspiration to many. Thanks for the difference that you made in my career and life.

Major (retired) Stan Savage
Atlanta Police Department

September 1, 2013

Thank you for your service and for helping to make America a safer place.

Detective Brian Jones
Boulder County Sheriff's Office, CO

March 24, 2013

Rest in Peace, Officer Cameron. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

February 17, 2012


James Kotke
Civilian / Former Officer
WSF Park Police (Wi.)

February 6, 2012

I thought about you today and I just want you to know you are missed. I will never forget how good you were to me growing up. Every time I passed by McDonald's downtown Atlanta on Forsyth Street I think about you.

Jejuan Hall

September 13, 2011

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 24th 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.

I pray for solace for all those who love and miss you for I know both the pain and pride are forever.

Phyllis Loya
mom of fallen officer Larry Lasater

February 6, 2011

I can remember the very day, my father came to say, there are respects he must pay, to a great man who believed in righteousness in every way. Although I was not there, his soul was in the air. The lives that he touched, the job he loved so much. Although I never knew, that someday I too would wear blue. There's honor in wearing the tin, but thats not wear it ends, from all that I hear, it is quite clear, when I hear your name, I am most honored that your blood runs through my veins.

Rest in peace Uncle.

Detective Steven Hunter
Kankakee City Police, IL.

February 6, 2008



February 4, 2008

W.D. I still can remember our last conversation about 10 minutes before you died. Yours was the only funeral where I cried. It is still hard to believe you passed away the way you did. I'll always love and respect you. You are truly missed.

Wali Kareem

December 27, 2007

"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
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

October 8, 2007

See you on the other side.

Sgt Don "Boots" Jensen Retired
Milwaukee Police Department, Milwaukee, WI

September 22, 2007

Sarge, after retiring I remembered all the things I learned from you. You were what real policing was about. I still miss you a lot. My continued prayers are with your family.

Retired Officer L Shelton
Atl. Pd. Zone 3

March 15, 2007

Sergeant Cameron,

On this the anniversary of your leaving us in the physical sense we pay tribute to your spirit. Tonight the Evening Watch of the Henry County Georgia Police Department’s North Precinct will hit the street in your honor. Please watch over us as we continue your fine work.

For the entire shift,
Sergeant V.T. Rosen

Sergeant V.T. Rosen
Henry County Police department

February 6, 2007

~~~To those I Love and Those Who Love Me~~~

When I am gone, release me, Let me go
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,
Be happy that we had so many years.

I gave you my love, you can only guess
How much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you for the love you each have shown,
But now it's time I traveled alone.

So grieve a while if indeed you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for a while that we must part
So bless the memories within your heart,

I won't be far away, for life goes on
So if you need me, call and I will come
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll
Hear all of my love around you soft and clear

And when you must come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and say,
"Welcome Home"

January 16, 2005

You are remembered Brother.

Sr. Trooper Keith Miller (Ret)
Oregon State Police

August 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 badges
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


June 15, 2004

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