Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Patrolman Charles Edward Osborne, Jr.

Columbus Police Department, Georgia

End of Watch Sunday, September 11, 1994

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Reflections for Patrolman Charles Edward Osborne, Jr.

I will always love you. Your children will too. You arre on our minds and in our hearts every day. They will always hurt you couldn't walk them down the aisle. I know you were there rhough. Rest. We will see you soon. You will never be forgotten.

Felicia Osborne Pasko
Widow

August 9, 2017

Ed, its taken me over 20 years to look this up. I couldn't do it earlier. You took this juvenile home because I didn't know where the street was that he needed to go. You gave your life in my instead of me. I gave my son your middle name. Thank you for my life. You were and will always be my friend.

Seargeant Jim Lewis
Columbus Police Dept. Retired

July 28, 2017

Twenty years later, we still miss you, Eddie. It's impossible to believe it has been so long since you died but it's even harder to believe that you're gone. I miss your quiet presence, your soft laugh, your keen sense of right and your determination to DO right. Even as children, we knew you were special. You left a hole in our family and we look to the day when we will all be reunited. I'm proud to have known you and loved you as my cousin.

Pamela S. Davis-Silverman
Cousin

August 8, 2014

Twenty short years ago, brother. Twenty years of tears from those who worked with you.
Life has never been the same after we lost Ed. His murder changed the way our Department treated pat-down searches.
For those who knew Ed, there was a level of respect for him that others can never reach. Ed was professional in all he did. The old saying, "Only the good die young" fit his life and death perfectly. He is missed and loved like a brother.

D. Mark Graydon, Sergeant [Retired]
Columbus Police Department

June 29, 2014

To fully appreciate the heroes of the present, we must recognize our heroes of the past. Your heroism and service is honored today, the 19th anniversary year of your death. I am priviliged to leave a tribute to you. 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 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.

I pray for solace for all those that love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever. Thanks to your family and friends for sharing their devortion to you through their reflections.

Phyllis Lasater Loya
mom of fallen Pittsburg (CA) officer Larry Lasater

May 5, 2013

Rest in Peace, Patrolman Osborne. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

March 24, 2012

"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 8, 2007

I would just like to send my deepest sympathy to Mr. Osborne's wife, family, and friends. I am the wife of a deputy in Louisiana . There are not enough words to express the gratitude that we all owe the officers who put their lives on the line daily.

May God bless you all.

Holly
No relationship

July 22, 2007

It is hard to believe it has been 12 years since that dreadful night. As I can remember more then most I was the intial officer dispathed to the call "officer down" My self and Sgt Gregg White were the the first to arrive. I had spoke to you only 2 hours before as we joked about our friends and talked about our familes.I'll never forget how hard you worked on me that night to go back to TAC. When I got the call I was only blocks from you (Auburn/Sue Mack) As the call came out several differnt ways I knew you were in trouble, in seconds we got to you sadly we were not in enough time. The days that followed we all prayed and kept a vidual outside of your door in intensive care. Until you were called home to be with our lord. From time to time I stop by your final resting place to say hi. But it will never be the same. I miss your forever optimistic attitude about life what so many others could of learned from you.

Good bye My Friend

Dave Bennett Patrol #247
CPD/Friend and Fellow Brother

February 10, 2007

Dear Osborne Family --
A great many people are rightfully noting the heros that died on 9/11 five years ago. I wanted to tell you that as a fellow Georgia law enforcement officer, we appreciated Mr. Osborne as a true hero for the folks in our state as well.
My wife, Len (also a GBI Agent) and our sons wanted to tell you how much we appreciated your loved ones work at Columbus PD. Len and I both worked undercover in Columbus buying drugs to assist CPD and have often talked about all of the fine and outstanding law enforcement officers we met and worked with during those investigations.
God Bless your family and all of the public safety personnel in Columbus and Muscogee County. God Bless our men and women in the military, many of whom trained at Fort Benning in Columbus.
Love, Walt, Len, Jimmy, Christopher, Patrick and Nicholas Brooks of Lawrenceville, Georgia (retired GBI)

SAC Walt Brooks
Georgia Bureau of Investigation

September 11, 2006

I am proud to have worked beside you and even more proud to have called you a friend. You always were and always will be THE example of what a "real police officer" should be.

Mike Brown
Columbus Police Department

May 15, 2006

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 a badge
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"

GREGG HOUSTON
SOUTH CAROLINA

June 21, 2005

Rest in peace, you will never be forgotten. Long after everyone who knew you has passed on, your story will always be told and young men and women will strive to serve and protect proudly because of what you did. God bless his family, I hope they are doing well.

Pat
Baltimore, MD

September 13, 2003

When the smoke has cleared and all is left to see, it is not necessarily the man left standing that is the hero...but it is the one who died fighting for what he believed in.

His Daughter Rozalyn

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