Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Chuck, I think about you all the time . I still tell stories at the Mounted Unit abou the funny things you used to do. Your picture will be up forever reminding us of YOU and the impact you had on our lives. Thanks, GOD bless and I'll see you again someday.

Ron

Ron Terrazas
LAPD Metro

March 26, 2009

Chuck, I remember how cool you were when we were probationers at Foothill Division. It seems so weird that your not with us anymore. I think of you often. I miss ya man.

Sergenat Steven Williams
LAPD

March 25, 2009

just a few days ago it was 14 years. i hope your having a good time in heaven. everyone misses you and loves you.
rest in peace.

brittani
family

October 26, 2008

Hey Chuck, I remember the very last time I spoke to you. You'd recently come back to Hollywood from Metro. You and I stood by a patrol car and I could tell you were a little down. I'm sorry I never had the chance to talk to you more. A week later when I saw the news on TV and you were gone. RIP brother.

Sergeant
LAPD

September 27, 2008

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE, REST IN PEACE.

N.J. TROOPER
NEW JERSEY STATE POLICE

April 15, 2008

While we did not know you, we are truly grateful for your dedication, mourning your death; never forgetting your sacrifice! Not to worry dear friend, your brothers and sisters in blue will carry on your watch for you ~ may you rest in eternal peace.

Daniel & LaWanda Ross
Law Enforcement Supporters

January 7, 2008

Chuck:

Amazing how some images are etched into my mind forever. I can still clearly see You with the Mounted Unit. With the Tactical Alert because of all of the raging fires, I bet You would be out helping to round up some of the horses that were freed out into the wild, this weekend.

Michelle Botello, Beth, and I are still here "in-da-hood." Michelle and I still discuss that fateful night, and how she knew that it was You, who had been shot(God, I hope that she is not another who has my "curse.").

Tomorrow, I will be at JFTB Los Alamitos, with many of Your former Metro buddies who will be conducting Mobile Field Force training. Afterwards, I will be headed to a local "watering hole," to have a drink in Your memory "Cowboy."

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD

October 22, 2007

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

VanDenBerghe
NH

October 19, 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

September 17, 2007

Chuck:

With Beth and me assigned to the same Division for the past six years, I think about You often. Today, John Miller and I had a long chat about those days when You were still with us.

May Your Soul Rest-In-Peace, Bro

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD

June 11, 2007

To Officer Heim's family and friends,

I remember vividly Officer Heims news report of his tragic death. I remember when LAPD SWAT surrounded the Lucky 7 Motel in Hollywood and had the suspect "White Dude" from the White Fence gang boxed up in a motel room just two days after Officer Heims death and just a few blocks from the Dunes Motel where Officer Heim and his partners were investigating narcotics activity.

I was an aspiring Policeman at the time. I was not on the job yet.

I realized at that moment what it took and the courage and bravery it takes to do this job.

Officer Heim was an exceptional Policeman and will be missed forever. Officer Heim you are a true example of what bravery and courage are in a true crime fighter.

His family and friends should feel honored to have known such a fine individual.

Police Officer Louis Lave
Los Angeles County Police Department

January 24, 2007

Hello friends and family,
It is unbelievable that this time has passed. I often wonder what it would be like if Chuck were still here. Mike it is so good to see your comments. I think of you and hope that all is well with you. Chuck would want the best for you. My daughter is 13 now. She is beautiful and so grown up. I worry though because she just wants to sing and have fun. Kind of like you know who.
God Bless you Chuck. We miss you and truly can not wait to meet you in heaven. With all of our love.

Glenda and Brit

Glenda
A friend

October 24, 2006

Dad,
I am 13 years old, and now it has been 12 years since we have met. I think about you everyday and think what it would be like if you were still here. I can honstly say that you are my hero. My mom has raised me all my life and I know sometimes it it hard to raise two kids on your own, but she is doing a great job. I hope to see you soon.
Love,
Brittani

daughter, Brittani Heim
his little girl

October 23, 2006

Chuck (Jake Brother) you were the best friend i ever had. Im getting ready to leave to make the ride to newhall to visit my fallen brother. In 12 years nothing has changed. I miss the good times we had as much today as a decade ago. I will have a cigar and a beer tonight and think of happier times. Until we meet again keep a saddle ready for me. Mike

Mike Gilbert
lapd

October 22, 2006

Its been 12 years scence we lost you,looking through this web site brought some sad memeroies and some great ones. I miss your jokes, and your stories. I remember when we were class mates of 9/83, when we first met, and the reason you came on the job. It was when you lived in northern Calif and you were sleeping in your car, when you were awaken by a guy breaking into a business. You being a good guy jump out of your vehicle and stop him. your loved and missed

SLO Julian Almaraz #24238
Los Angeles Police Department

August 21, 2006

Sir, even though it has been almost 12 years, I can remember the day I went into the DI's officeat the academy and told them what happend to you the night before. Since I was in charge of my class' Color Guard while in the Academy, I had to ask my DI's if we would put the flag at half staff...My DI's looked at me and questioned me big time! I was told yes, and sent out of the office double time! It was the first time that I saw a human emotion from my 3 DI's. It made my instructors sad and my class sad. I along with several other LAPD cadets from class 8-94R volunteered our time to assist with your funeral. To this day, I think of you, your family and those that you left behind. To say you died a hero, is not enough. You made me and my class think about what we were getting into as a career. Your funeral made me think that I was proud of your service to your community and made me want to do my best for the citizens of LA just like you did. Thank you for your ultimate sacrafice, you are not forgotten! Rest in Peach Ofcr. Heim.

Former Police Officer R2498
Los Angeles Police Department

April 18, 2006

Officer Heim,

I still remember the first time we meet, it was 17 years ago and I was just some recruit officer assigned to Van Nuys Desk while recovering from an IOD injury. I was thinking if this was the job for me. Most all of the officers that I had daily contact with ignored me or treated me like a slug. You always said hello when you passed by and from time to time you stopped just to talk and see how my recovery was going. I remember that you sensed something was wrong and got me to admit that I was thinking of quiting. You talked with me at length and talked me out of it, saying that "its all just a game" and "things will get better." Well you were absolutely right and every day that I put om my badge, I have to thank you for your genuine concern for your fellow man. I will never forget you.

Sergeant David Medof
Los Angeles Police Department

December 7, 2005

“When God made Peace Officers….”

When the lord was creating Peace Officers, he was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said, “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”

And the Lord said, Have you read the spec on this order? A Peace Officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn’t touch, and not wrinkle their uniform.

They have to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day.

They have to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and half- eaten meals. And they have to have six pairs of hands.

The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands….No Way.”

“It’s not the hands that are causing me the problems,” said the Lord, “It’s the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have.”

That’s on the standard model? asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks, “May I see what’s in there sir?” (When they already know and wishes they had taken that accounting job.) Another pair here in the side of their head for their partners’ safety. And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, “ You’ll be alright ma’am, when they know it isn’t so.”

“Lord,” said the angel, touching his sleeve,” rest and work tomorrow.”

“I can’t,” said the Lord, “I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on civil service paycheck.”

The angel circled the model of the Peace Officer very slowly, “Can it think?” she asked.

“You bet,” said the Lord, “It can tell you elements of a hundred crimes, recite Miranda warnings in it’s sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five judges to debate the legality of the stop…and still it keeps it’s sense of humor.

This officer also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal with crime scenes painted in HELL, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim’s family’ and then read in the daily paper how Law Enforcement isn’t sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Peace Officer. “There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model.”

“That’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “It’s a tear.”

“What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.

“It’s for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, and for justice.”

“You’re a genius,” said the angel.

The Lord looked sober. “I didn’t put it there,” he said.

Charles P Heim
Mahoning county Sheriff Office (Ohio)

June 6, 2005

Victor-

I apologize for insulting you in any way. The reflection was written with deepest regards and genuine support for Off. Heim, his family, and friends from a fellow Officer who comes from a family of Officers...I thought that taking the time to look up Off. Heim on this website, ten years later, and reading his reflections would mean something positive. I apologize.

Off. Brown
San Francisco Police Dept.

September 6, 2004

There's no story to tell! There's no EOW for chuck, He's sitting in at "GODS" roll call! It makes no sense to me...But who am I? Just friend who misses is his friend and partner. Chuck, RIP my friend....V

Victor

September 6, 2004

Heim Family and Friends-

Similar to the last passage from PA., I observed your story on L.A.P.D. Life on the Beat on 09-04-04. I was proudly serving my country in the Marines during the end of your watch, and was unfortunately not in contact with the "real world", I did not know your story...Off. Heim's funeral proceedings brought back painful memories of my friend's murder, Off. Isaac A. Espinoza #64 S.F.P.D. Isaac was murdered on April 10, 2004 when he was going to "take on" a suspicious subject on one of our most notorious gang, drug and gun ridden neighborhoods. Although the suspect knowingly shot an Officer with an AK-47 assault rifle at almost point blank range, no death penalty will be sought by our (supposed) D.A. I can only hope that your family and friends understand that we are all brothers and sisters, no matter where we serve and no matter what happends! The Officer that was being interviewed on the above segment was right, when most Officers retire, they STILL participate in law enforcement activities...and I know that Off. Heim is upstairs carefully watching over all of us, and participating in OUR law enforcement activities. God bless you and yours, Patty. Semper Fi!

Off. Brown, Bayview Station-3rd Watch
San Francisco Police Dept.

September 4, 2004

I recently watch a tv program call Life on the Beat L. A. P. D. and they previewed a brief segment on your death. I have never been to LA but i know that your guys out there have your hands full with alot of things. I hope that you are at peace and are resting comfortably with the Lord above. God Bless each and every LAPD officer for their risks they face and have overcome.

Tonya Stephenson
Private Citizen, PA

April 5, 2004

HE POLICEMAN’S LAST ROLL CALL ...

THE POLICEMAN STOOD AND FACED HIS 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 badges 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 just got to steep. And I never passed a cry for help, though times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God forgive me, I’ve wept many 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 Lord, it needn’t be so grand. I never expected or had too much, but if you don’t, I’ll understand."


There was 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 borne your burdens well. Come walk a beat on Heaven’s streets, you’ve done your time in hell."



Rest in peace brother, and God bless you, your family and your friends.

Ofcr Rusty Redican
L.A.P.D. 77th Division ( patrol)

September 26, 2003