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Police Officer David George Guider

Oakland Police Department, California

End of Watch Tuesday, October 2, 1973

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Reflections for Police Officer David George Guider

Rest in peace Officer Guider.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

July 12, 2019

David, I just read your inquirie in the 5th Mechanisms infantry magazine. Your dad and I spent our military life’s together. We where good friends, if I can answer your questions I would like to.
Lark Kerlee
Sargent
1/5 mech
Charlie company
CueChe

Sargent Lark Kerlee
Served with David in Army 1967/1969

March 20, 2019

Rest In Peace Brother. You are not forgotten.

Officer Mike Robinson, (Ret)
City of Upland, CA

October 2, 2017

David,

I miss you and was crushed by the loss for you, your wife and you great family. Thank you for being a good friend and brother officer.

Randy Lantz, Sergeant
University of California Police, Berkeley

June 16, 2016

We still miss you, David. I was only 3 when you died but I remember you well. Your son, David and I were connected at the hip growing up and into adulthood. He is like my brother.

Dana Alhino, MD
Niece

August 31, 2015

Much to young to leave this world.

DUSM John Guider
U.S.M.S retired

February 14, 2014

Every year since 2009 I have made the blue ribbons with the 51 names of the Oakland Police Officers who have died in the line of duty. It is my honor to do this for the fallen officers. The ribbons hang on a tree outside the Warehouse Bar and Grill in Oakland, California for all to see the sacrifice they have made to keep us safe. God bless you all and rest in peace.

A grateful citizen

February 24, 2012

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

Officer 11169

January 17, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 36th 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 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.

Two days a memorial was held for your four brothers from Oakland. Our community is mourning their loss that happened on the darkest day in OPD history.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater

March 29, 2009

"A Policeman was killed last night"

A policeman was killed last night.
He died while protecting your rights.
His creed was to protect and serve.
This fate he didn't deserve.

A mom and dad have lost a son.
So many other jobs he could've done.
His wife and kids are left alone.
Their daddy won't be coming home.

His fellow officers are hurt so deep.
For a fallen brother they weep.
The morning paper will print a story.
About a policeman who died in glory.

The flags will fly at half mast.
Politicians and citizens will seem sad.
The funeral is tomorrow at noon.
It will all be over very soon.

By next week they will have forgot.
That a policeman was killed last night.

Thank you for your sacrifice David. I had the honor of working with your son Dave. He is a true professional and you would be very proud of him.

ASAC Steve Haw
Federal Air Marshal Service

February 24, 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 1, 2007

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service.

vandenberghe
nh

October 14, 2007

I can still remember that day (or night rather) like it was yesterday. At that time, I was only 10 years old and we were living in "The Knoll" (Oak Knoll District) up by the rock quarry with my grandmother who was a Janitress for the Oakland Airport for many years and is how she knew the pilot, Officer Troyer quite well. I suppose, I could say that we also knew each other or of each other fairly well.
When ever my mother would have to work overtime, I'd always
end up at the "Oak Port's" Observation Deck for a few hours
watching departures and arrivals. At least 50 percent of these times while staring out at the planes, I'd suddenly hear - "Hey, Hot-Rod"! "Whatcha Doin"? I'd spin around and Officer Troyer would be handing me a comic book or something
he just picked up from the gift shop! I was extremely shy at that age and can still feel my heart drop into my stomach
the time he said - "Oh, the department doesn't allow ride alongs in the chopper yet". Indicating that he knew I'd been
bugging grandma to ask him about getting a ride in the helicopter. However, I still thought highly of him for going out of his way just to toss me some kind of gift shop surprise just because he knew I was bored out of my mind up on the "O.D."! One other thing that will stick with me the rest of my life is how - at first - I had no emotion what-so-ever the first day or so after waking up in the middle of the night of the crash to my mom asking my grandmother what was wrong that night she came home crying. She always finished her shift at midnight and appearently the incident happened at around 10:00. About a month prior to this, my school teacher had started this thing called "current event"
and every Thursday, we'd all have to get up in front of the class and tell a story that we'd found in the news paper or magazine. I hated it! Except for this Thursday when the story of the crash was in the Tribune and I was anxious to tell everybody how proud I was to have actually met and somewhat, knew this fine Officer. I never had the chance to really let my class mates know that because right in the middle of my presentation, I literally lost it and had an emotional break down! I mean, to the point where my mother had to leave work to come and get me from school and then was extremely tempted to take me to the Hospital because I couldn't stop hyperventalating. It was bad. very bad! I ended up being touched very, very deeply over it after all.
Though, I don't think about it nearly as much as I did back in the 70's but - you can bet that whenever I see a Police -Helicopter, it's the very first thing that comes to mind - still today! I guess that I dont have to remind anyone that it has been 33 years already. In final, my grandmother still
remembers and occasionally, we still talk about it. That's right! She is still around at 91 and goin on 92! I would like to share one last thing; I wrote out this story in Officer David Guider's reflection for means to somehow, express my condolences on his part and to also give him and his loved ones the all due respect as well. He was and is still very much upon my thoughts also. I don't remember anything mentioned here about it but I know that he wasn't really supposed to be there that night as he volunteered to fill in for someone else's common place. This fact was and still is deep within my thoughts and prayers! There is something that someone told me once that I find myself sharing more and more recently without really knowing why.
Someone told me that we tend to forget something that seems to make death much more tragic. We forget that it's only going to be a very long time before we see the person again that has left us. I believe that is all we should really grieve about because it is definetly, not forever. That truth has gave me tremendous strength throughout my years!
I can only hope that those words can reach and help the hearts that were close to these and all of our Honored Protectors that have given the ultimate sacrafice.
Officers Troyer and Guider, you're both clear for "10-10"!
Rest Easy Buddies!

M.Gonsalves
Grandson of former Oakland Airport worker

December 21, 2006

I was nine years old when the news of David spread threw are family,I remember my father and uncle talking about the accident like it was yesterday.Always having a interest in law enforcement i never forgot it.Are hearts go out to his family and friends, he would be proud of his son for sure.

April 6, 2006

Dad, thank you for making the ultimate sacrifice for your country, your community, and your family. I am so proud of you.

Special Agent David Gruen
U.S. Secret Service

March 26, 2006

05/19/04

Each day I try to read the ODMP. Today I read your story. Any officer who dies in the line of duty will always be remembered for his sacrifice. You died a hero. Rest in peace Officer Guider.

Captain Robert W Cannon, Ret.
Vermilion Co, Il. Sheriff's Dept.

May 19, 2004

A remembers man lives forever

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