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Special Agent Mickey B. Maroney

United States Department of the Treasury - United States Secret Service, U.S. Government

End of Watch Wednesday, April 19, 1995

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Reflections for Special Agent Mickey B. Maroney

Special agent Maroney, 25 years ago today your where horrifically murdered along with 167 other people. Rest easy in heaven

Mark Mottola

April 19, 2020

Agent Maroney,
On today, the 25th anniversary of your death I would just like to say thank you for your service and sacrifice for our Country. And to your Family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.


United States Border Patrol

April 19, 2020

Today is the 20th Anniversary, I can't imagine, but I will always remember, the loss suffered by those that knew you and loved you, and will forever grieve for you. You learn the substance of evil in the world and find a way to survive in it.”

Vicki Vanatta

April 19, 2015

I worked in the same building as Mickey back in the early 70's and had many good laughs and times with him back then. I remained friends with Linda who was also killed and always kept up with how Mickey's life was going. I am so sorry we lost Him and all the others. Such a wonderful man.

Ann Parker
Former ATF employee

April 15, 2015

"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
Matthew 5:9

Marshal Chris Di Gerolamo
Federal Air Marshal Service

June 25, 2012

I knew Mickey during my time working in the Oklahoma State Senate. He was single then, and as a young woman, single, with no children, party, party party was my scene. Yet Mickey never wanted that scene, it was all about family, and especially his devotion to his children. I remember a time he showed up at my office in the State Capital, while all around the building, "Oh my, there is the really REALLY tall man looking for Vicki..." I still think of him often, and admired his integrity, and kindness, but especially the love and devotion he not only talked about, but lived for, his children.

vicki vanatta

June 2, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today on the 17th anniversary 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.

I pray for solace for all those that love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever. Your family is in my heart's embrace. Thanks to your friends for sharing their memories and devotion to you in their reflections.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

April 19, 2012

01-10-2011 --Remembering Mickey today.. I live work and grew up in Oklahoma City Ok and when I was younger went to Church where Mickey attended church --Coucil Road Baptist Church. At the time I was attending he was a Sunday School teacher there. I am humbled by him to this day and remember him well. He was a godly man and a great example for those of us learning to walk with Christ to follow. I am disabled and walk with crutches as a result of premature birth. Mickey used to help me at church alot when he would see me in need of assistance.. I never had to ask him.. he just did it because that was him. He always had a smile and a kind word when he saw me too. I am thankful for that.. thankful for him.. still sad about that day.. but find comfort in knowing that he and the others we lost that day now rest in the arms of God.

We will never forget April 19, 2011

God Bless Mickey.. God Bless this family


Lydia Goodwin

Lydia Goodwin

January 10, 2011

Another year has passed and you are still admired and respectfully remembered in the hearts and minds of so many. My thoughts and prayers are with your loved ones and friends on this anniversary of your EOW. You will never be forgotten.

James Sheppard
Father of Sgt. Jason L. Sheppard EOW 12/7/06

April 19, 2010

Mickey was a man with a presence. Always gregarious, you were drawn to his warmth.

I remember going to his grandson's birthday party with him. Out of nowhere this little boy ran up, stuck out this hand and said, "Gimme money!" Mickey raised his hands and shrugged, and said, "I don't have any." The young boy promptly turn and ran away. When I asked who that boy was, Mickey simply smiled and said, "I don't know. I guess he just saw a 'big person' and figured I would have money."

When we were very young, our families rented a beach house. The kids were playing downstairs next to the water when Mickey's son fell in. I hear Alice scream, "Daddy!" I then heard thumps across the second story, and look up just in time to see Mickey pulling off his shirt on his way down - he dove off the second story balcony! On top of that, the man lifts his son out of the water, and swims to the deck!

Mickey, you are missed. I am glad for the memories I have of you.


Mike Maroney

November 26, 2008

Rest in peace brother, you have made the ultimate sacrifice.

Middletown P.D. (Ohio)

April 19, 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
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1993 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

March 31, 2008

Mickey was not only my uncle but a wonderful father, teacher, brother and follower of Christ. I remember so much about him but the one thing that stands out in my mind is the way he would tell me stories about the experiences that he had. Mickey has touched a lot of people and I am very proud to say that he is my uncle.

May we never forget

Greg Gales

Greg Gales

December 28, 2007

To all who have left a reflection for my father, thank you for your kind and moving words. I found this special website just this morning as I was looking for articles about my dad and was so moved by what was written that I felt I should thank you for leaving such kind words for man you didn't even know. My father may have died a hero but he also lived as a hero, my hero. Thank you again for your heartfealt reflections and may God Bless you all.

May we always remember,
Alice Maroney Denison
Daughter of a hero

Alice Maroney Denison

November 9, 2007

12 years ago, I went to work as I normally do. I took my kids to daycare, busied myself with the events of the day and did not think that such an act could ever be possible.

It was snowing here the day this happened and it was a grey day for the funeral of a co-worker and her daughter who had been killed by a drunk driver a few days earlier. I remember feeling anguish for them and then being struck numb after hearing about this incident. The world never felt as safe again.

Thank you for going to work each day to protect and serve the general public. May you reap rewards in heaven and find eternal rest. May your family, friends and co-workers have comfort in the knowledge that God held your hand that morning as he took you home.

Rest well, warrior, the job is done down here and you may guard those who follow in your footsteps from above.

APD LEO's wife

April 19, 2007

I can remember being so upset that someone would do this only to find out later, the killers were Americans and from my hometown. Many lessons were learned that day. None of you are forgotten.
wife of a leo

April 19, 2007

Thank you for your service and sacrifice, sir.

A Citizen

May 10, 2006

On this the tenth anniversary, we remember.
We will never forget.

April 19, 2005

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"


July 26, 2004


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 sacrafice. You died a hero. Rest in peace Agent Maroney.

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

May 12, 2004

“For those who pledge to uphold it, Freedom requires a sacrifice the protected will never know”

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