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Sergeant Vernon Thomas Vanderpool

Palos Verdes Estates Police Department, California

End of Watch Monday, February 14, 1994

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Reflections for Sergeant Vernon Thomas Vanderpool

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

January 15, 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

September 20, 2007

Your gone but not forgotten.

P.O. Chris Welby
Bridgeton, Mo.

February 14, 2006

Rest easy, brother. You and your heroism are not forgotten. God bless.

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

Uncle Tom, another year has past. I still miss you and think of you often. I have not forgotten the lesson...

Say it Now
Why wait until tomorrow to tell someone you care?
For beyond the dawn tomorrow, you may not find them there.
The past now lies behind us, and tomorrow may not come.
We only have today my friend, to beat upon life's drum.

Friend, why not say, "I love you!" to those you hold dear,
for time is such a fragile thing that death may soon appear.
Let others know you love them so there's never a doubt.
The best time is now my friend, to try and work things out.

If you keep your love a secret, it cannot multiply,
for love when it's neglected, begins to slowly die.
Go hug your wife and children - Go shed a happy tear!
And love will pay grand dividends each day throughout the year.
Clay Harrison

Lest we forget.

Sergeant Kenneth Gow
Oceanside Police Department

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