Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

"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 12, 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
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

October 2, 2007

Brad, I can't believe it's 30 years.

I will never forget when the telephone rang on August 4th, 1977, and a mutual friend of ours told me you were gone.

You live on in the lives you touched, and will always be on watch.

You will never be forgotten!

Stuart
Friend, still on the job

August 3, 2007

Brad,

It's coming up on 30 years now since you left us, it's so very hard to believe....I thought about you just about every day during my time on the job and now that I'm retired I still think about you....

That, in and of itself is a testimony to your character and just to let you know, you will always be in my thoughts and prayers...It was an honor to be numbered as one of your friends...

Fedi

Detective (Retired)
Former Co-Worker

May 2, 2007

I cried the day I heard about this terrible news. Although I lost contact with your family over the years I will always remember your kindness to me even though I was very young. You are sorely missed by many and we thank your sacrifice.

Bill Wooten
Childhood friend

September 6, 2006

Bradley,
though i never had the privelage of meeting you, I was raised with your impacting story by your father Donald and your uncle, my grandfather Charlie! Because of you a law was passed in the state of Florida to make it manditory for law enforcement officers to wear bullett proof vests and for the agencies to provide them! It is because of you many families can rest a little easier as their loved one goes on-duty... i can speak personally my father and 2 uncles all of which are your 1st cousins put on a vest in the state of Florida everyday! I will be forever thankful to you!!!

We'll never forget you Bradley. And we're better for having known you. But I make you this one promise, tomorrow when the call comes over the radio, they will be back on the road, because you were the bravest of the brave. People are always asking , how is it that police officers run into a shoot-out when everyone else is running out? Well, Bradley, you answered that question by saving and uncountable number of men and womens lives. Your courage is the answer. And today we will be as brave as you, by not mourning you, but by celebrating your life.
We will meet one day
Love, your cousin Priscilla

Priscilla Glascock
2nd Cousin

May 22, 2006

Rest In Peace Brother

Florida Police Officer

April 6, 2006

Rest in Peace, Brother. Thank you for your service. Your sacrifice will never be forgotten. We all have a purpose here and it seems that with all of the lives you impacted in being who you were, that wasn't quite enough. Your sacrifice undoubtedly prevented many brother officers from being called away too early. Be proud that in your being called Home, you were able to save the lives of so many others. We will keep you and your family in our prayers.

A Squad
Woodbridge PD CT

February 5, 2005

May God continue to grant you eternal peace, and bring comfort and peace to your loved ones.

(And bless the ride-along!)

January 25, 2005

We will always remember your sacrifice.

TROOPER
FHP

June 2, 2004

i first learned about this case when i read a book in the library
trooper glascock was a very good man

Anonymous

February 21, 2004

" Trooper Glascock's murder spurred the State Cabinet to buy bullet-resistant vests for all State Troopers."

While I weep w/ sadness at the thought of Trooper Glascock's murder I am touched that through his death some good was done. There is no telling how many Troopers' lives have been saved b/c of these bulletproof vests that were purchased after Trooper Glascock's death. Rest in peace, Trooper Glascock...and may your sacrifice never be forgotten.

Anonymous

October 17, 2003

Rest easy, Troop. I was only seven when you died. But now, I pin a star every day and work in honor of you and the countless others who have been taken. God bless. You are a hero.

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

Rest in peace. It is an honor to have Troopers like yourself in our state.

Inv. Michael Walker
Tallahassee Police Department

I was Brad's Sergeant at the time he was murdered. He had been a trooper only a short time. In that time, however, he had begun to distinguish himself. He was bright, energetic, dedicated and, most of all, enthusiastic about the work he had been called to do. He saw it through the eyes of a real trooper - "it's not what we do, it is what we are."
His death created such a tremendous loss to those of us who worked with him and cared for him.

I still think of him and his family. God Bless.

Major Paul E. Gracey (Retired)
Florida Highway Patrol