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Officer Randell Lynn Fletcher

Fort Worth Police Department, Texas

End of Watch Tuesday, August 30, 1977

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Reflections for Officer Randell Lynn Fletcher

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)

August 30, 2020

People who drink and drive never consider the consquences of killing someone and those loved ones left behind. Thinking of you and all of your loved ones today and every day. You have not been forgotten.

Bob Gordon
Father of Fallen Chicago Officer: Michael P. Gordon, EOW: 8/8/04

August 30, 2013

Randy you are still in my thoughts after all these years. I remember our conversation at the gas pumps the night you left us. We talked how you were looking forward to coming to the eastside and working with our group. I was excited to see you joining us because I knew the type person you were and what a great officer you were then to learn just a short time later you were gone. You leaving us shows how precious and short life is. I will always cherish the short time we had before you left us. Rest in Peace my brother and know you have left us but you will never be forgotten

mike honeycutt 1201
fort worth police

constable mike honeycutt retired
tarrant county constable pct 7

August 12, 2011

Dearest Randy,
You've been gone so many years, now. Every January 20 I celebrate your birth and every August 30 I mourn your death. I still can hear your laugh and see the twinkle in your eyes. I was able to see your daughter and met your 2 beautiful grandsons. Kristen has grown to be a beautiful and wonderful young woman, wife and mother. Your grandsons are bright, polite and also beautiful. You would be so proud of them. I have a good and happy life, but part of me will always miss you and carry a sadness at your loss. You will always be young, tall, handsome and my first true love.



August 31, 2010

I was just a baby when my father was taken, yet I still have a handful of vivid memories of him. A man who I loved put me high up on the refridgerator at my grandparents' house, and I loved to sit up there and giggle at how "big" I was. Much later learned that was him who put me up there, he knew I loved it. I remember standing up in the front seat beside him in his squad car, parked in the driveway of the same house, gazing at all the buttons and lights. I liked the lights, not so fond of the siren. He would let me go inside the house and look out the big sliding glass door, then he would turn on the siren for me so I wouldn't get scared. Growing up, my grandparents told me so many stories of him, how handsome and brave he was, what a loving father he was, what a devoted officer. I never got tired of hearing about him, and still don't. I remember them so many times breaking down in tears, so many years after his death, I don't think they ever recovered. It is an unthinkable experience, losing a child, pain I pray I never have to endure. I just recently had the privelege of meeting his then fiance, a day I will never forget. She was full of stories I'd never heard, little nuances of his personality (many I recognized in myself). Hearing stories of him, and reading everyone's memories of him keeps him alive. I've always thought it was so unfair that I didn't get to have more of my own memories of my father, but I'm grateful for the few that I have. I'm almost 35 now with two beautiful children of my own, and I know he would be proud of me. It's staggering to think of how young he was when he was killed, and how much he had really "lived". I'm proud of his work and his life. Guess I'll always be his "little ole bitty baby".


March 13, 2010

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 32nd 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 who was murdered in the 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
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

August 30, 2009

"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

February 6, 2008

In a fair world we would have both gotten older, and told war stories, while watching our kids and grandkids. Almost all the guys sre retired now. he job has changed some much over the years but what still makes it special is the people you meet, the friends they become, and the special bond that forms among Brothers in Blue. I will come by Greenwood tomorrow and say a prayer for you. Until we meet again in the Perfect Eternal world know that your memory is forever alive here. I miss you my friend


August 29, 2007

Your Dad moved in across the street from me in Fort Worth years ago. He found out I was an FWPD officer and told me all about you. He was as proud of you as any Father could be. I have met many of your friends here over the years. The stories are as they should be about you-tall but true! I'm sorry I wasn't around while you were. We'll share war stories someday. I know you Dad is with you now and you must be having quite a time. You will always be remembered my brother.


August 13, 2007

G-d Bless.

January 14, 2007

29 years never erase the memories of Randy Fletcher. He saved my life four months before he was killed, on North Reiverside. We were dispatched to a bar where a man had been identified as wanted for Arson/Murder, and I was just passing the bar when Randy and I got the call, and the suspect was just exiting the bar. Stopping the suspect before Randy arrived, the man had just made it into the driver's side, and I immediately noticed a .45 pistol beneath his legs on the floor. Ordering the man out at gun point, I placed him at the back of his car, patted him down too quickly, and moved back to the open car door to retrieve his weapon. With my service weapon aimed at the suspect, I took my eyes off him for a split second just to grab the gun in the suspects car, and those fatal mistakes suddenly turn everything into slow motion, as the suspect produced a 9mm I had missed in his coat. As the barrel of my gun raised above his head, his came up towards mine, and those frightening thoughts that only a police officer understands went racing through my mind faster than my finger could pull the trigger. And suddenly Randy appeared behind the guy and knocked him slap out before he could fire! Man what a Friend! That young man will never be forgotten. The memories of him calling me "bones" over the radio for being so skinny, and his lending his uniform shirt to a rape victim he had resuced from the suspect's car, that we had chased for 30 minutes before capturing them, and that fretful Christmas night parked side by side in an alley after a Burglary bearing a heart break of unfathomable proportion to his friend "Bones". I remember that cool spring night when that wise young cop advised his friend, "Ron, quit this life and go back to Bible School before chasing bad guys gets into your blood and you can't quit. Our kind wind up the honorable dead. Go do what God wants you to do and in doing it, remember me!" His friend followed that counsel. Randal L. Fletcher was the best there was! Man what a friend. The Officer is gone, but the memories linger forever. And bishop McRae will always remember his friend and fellow Officer R.L. Fletcher. May God forgive me for not being the Christian I should have been when the stakes were so high for both of us!

R. McRae
Former FWPD Officer & Close Friend, I.D. #1512

November 9, 2006

It was 29 years ago just after midnight when you left. Still miss you my friend.


August 30, 2006

My thoughts are with Officer Fletcher's
family, friends, and his fellow officers. Law enforcement family is
important to be remembered and especially the family who always has
their loved one on their minds. Bless
you with comfort from all of us who grieve with you.

Florie Lassiter
Police Survivor 2004

Florie Lassiter police survivor

January 27, 2006

You will be remembered

Officer Thomas Wiederhold #1890
Fort Worth Police,Tx

January 25, 2006

28 years have gone by. I remember you always, but today on this annivesary I thanked God for putting a friend like you in my life. We who are still here will always keep your memory alive.


August 30, 2005



June 24, 2005

It has been a long time but it still hurts like it was yesterday. I am proud to have worked with you but prouder still to have caled you my friend, and brother in blue. We all miss you. Til we all meet again rest easy

David Priddy
Gapevine P D

April 21, 2005



September 25, 2003

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