Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Officer Johnson,you have been gone now for more years than you lived. I cannot imagine how your family has suffered. I pray that were able to find some comfort in knowing that you were a hero,who gave his life while protecting the lives of others. You will always be remembered.

Ohio
summit county

March 27, 2008

You are rermembered todayand thank you Sir for your service

vandenberghe
manchester, nh

December 1, 2007

30 years have passed and your sacrifice is not forgotten. Rest easy Patrolman Johnson, we continue to serve in your memory

B.E. Cain
B.I.A. Ret

December 1, 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
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Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

November 29, 2007

Tragic. A life taken so young for such a petty crime. I just can't understand such senseless violence. "and just a little while longer and the wicked one will be no more." Psalms

Security Officer
Connecticut

April 1, 2006

Patrolman Johnson,
On today, the 28th anniversary of your murder, I would like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for the citizens of Belmont.

R.I.P.
Anonymous

December 1, 2005