More than a thousand peace officers gathered at the First Presbyterian Church in San Diego on June 10, to memorialize Christopher David Lydon. Lydon, an El Cajon CHP officer, was killed and his partner, Jeff Jenkins, injured early June 5, 1998 after their patrol vehicle spun off of SR-67 in Lakeside as they tried to intercept a reported drunken driver.

The patrol car went down an embankment where it overturned and struck a tree. Lydon, 27, died on impact. Jenkins, 33, was able to free himself from the vehicle. He suffered a fractured shoulder and abrasions.

Services for Lydon were held in the same chapel where his parents, Janie and Stephen Lydon, were married and where in August 1992, his 18-year-old brother, Robert, who died in an automobile accident, was memorialized.

During the two-hour memorial service, friends and officers, some from as far away as Idaho, Michigan and Ohio, shared fond memories of Lydon. The crowd often burst into laughter even as tears rolled down their faces.

Lydon’s passenger and partner, Jenkins, with his arm in a sling, sat with Lydon’s parents during the service.

El Cajon Highway Patrol Capt. Steve Lykins told the packed chapel “If there’s any solace, Chris was doing what he loved when he died.” Officer Stacy Willits recalled Lydon’s sense of humor. She said Lydon once helped the Border Patrol stop a motorist and wanted to use what he thought was his fluency in Spanish.

Instead of telling the driver to put his hands up, he unknowingly said, “Cross your T-shirt.” In another attempt to order the driver to put his hands behind his head, it turned into “put your hands over your eyes.”

After the arrest was completed, the driver told Lydon that he spoke English.

Willits told the audience that Lydon was a master of sarcasm and he took it all in stride. The gathering in the chapel roared with laughter and then sniffles.

Wally Cannon, a friend of the Lydons, presented a medal he had received for volunteer service to them in a touching moment. He said, “Chris should have it.”

Chris McDermont, another friend, described Lydon as a funny friend who he could always count on, one with built-in wisdom. McDermont said, “I believe the Lord placed him in my life to (make me) a better person. Words are a feeble attempt to explain his greatness.”

McDermont told the audience that after he heard of Lydon’s death, he looked up and asked God, “Why, why take a friend from me, a loved one from us?” He continued, pausing often to regain his composure, “Who am I to say what God does? I know he’s out there. Every time I see the mountains, the sunset, the fog . . . he’s out there.”

Cannon said “Chris will not be gone until he is forgotten, (and) he will never be forgotten.”

Lydon, who was not married, was born in LaJolla in 1970 and graduated from Poway High School in 1989. When he was a teenager, Lydon worked for two years as a newspaper carrier and saved to pay for a week-long trip to Space Camp in Huntsville, Alabama.

He joined the U.S. Marine Corps, attaining the rank of corporal. He served during the Desert Storm conflict and received numerous military commendations.

Lydon earned a degree from San Diego State University in public administration with a minor in criminal justice. He enjoyed flying and had obtained his private pilot’s license.

Lydon graduated from the CHP Academy in 1996, and was assigned to central Los Angeles. He soon transferred back to his home in San Diego, working out of the El Cajon office for the past nine months.

A motorcade of police cruisers and motorcycles stretching almost five miles made its way after the memorial service to the Dearborn Memorial Park in Poway where a military-style internment was held.

CHP spokesman Mark Gregg stated that both Lydon and Jenkins were two-year veterans of the CHP. “The irony of it is that these officers were responding to try to prevent an accident and save someone’s life. They ended up paying the sacrifice.”

Carol Kelly, CHP public affairs officer, said “The Lydons were the All-American family. They went on camping trips together. The parents are very proud their son was a third generation San Diegan who graduated from college third generation. To them, their son was an All-American hero.”

Lydon’s mother, Janie, read to the media from a prepared statement. “The citizens, strangers and friends alike who have poured out their love and sorrow at the crash site need to know what their selfless compassion means to my husband, me and our entire family. Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts for all you’re doing to honor the memory of our son.

She continued “Chris was the best of the best. The son, the grandson, the brother, the officer. I’ll never know how we managed to raise this beautiful human being. He is now and will forever be our own personal hero.”

The Highway Patrol is looking into possible charges against the drunken driver who Lydon was pursuing when the accident occurred. He was located hours after the accident, but wasn’t arrested because his blood-alcohol level was not found to be over the legal limit.

Lydon was the first California Highway Patrol officer to die on duty in San Diego County in more than three decades.

In addition to his parents, he is survived by a half brother, Jowell Lydon.

A trust fund has been established through Home Savings of America, 1790 East Main Street, El Cajon, 92021, 619/579-3771 or Fax 619/442-4748. Anyone wishing to make a donation may do so at any Home Savings Bank in California. The account number is 820-0033922.

CHP OFFICER REMEMBERED

A section of Highway 67 in Lakeside, CA was recently commemorated in the name of California Highway Patrol Officer Christopher D. Lydon, who was killed in the line of duty on June 5, 1998. Lydon was responding to a DUI call when he lost control of his cruiser and died in a crash on Highway 67.

Officer David John Chetcuti was laid to rest Friday, May 1, in the Holy Cross Cemetery in Colma following a military-style funeral attended by family, friends and thousands of fellow officers.

Approximately 3,000 uniformed officers, representing police and sheriff’s departments, FBI agents, BART police, mounted units and K-9 officers, some from as far away as New York, stood under a gray sky and steady rain for almost three hours to pay their respects to Officer Chetcuti.

Chetcuti was gunned down Saturday, April 25, 1998, on Highway 101 just south of the San Francisco International Airport when he went to the aide of San Bruno officer, Seann Graham. Graham had stopped 43-year-old Marvin Patrick Sullivan because his car registration had expired.

As Graham approached the driver of the Chevrolet sedan, Sullivan got out of the car and shot at him several times with a rifle, police said. Graham dived through some bushes into a drainage ditch and swam through a marshy area on the side of the highway as he called for backup.

When Chetcuti confronted the driver and ordered him to put the rifle down, Sullivan shot him in the chest and face and took his gun, police said. He then went to the fallen Chetcuti and shot him in the head. Chetcuti had managed to return fire and slightly wounded Sullivan. Several rounds pierced Chetcuti’s bullet-proof vest, police reported.

Sullivan surrendered to police without incident near the San Mateo Bridge toll plaza. A bomb squad was called to handle pipe bombs found in Sullivan’s vehicle. He has been charged with Chetcuti’s murder and the attempted murder of Graham. Authorities reported that Sullivan has a long criminal history involving guns, drugs and violence.

San Francisco and Bay Area law enforcement agencies broadcast a message to officers, as Chetcuti’s funeral took place, to observe 43 seconds of silence – “one second for each year of Officer Chetcuti’s life – for making the ultimate sacrifice to save a fellow officer’s life.

Chetcuti, a popular 11-year veteran of Millbrae Police Department, was the first line-of- duty death in that agency and the first in San Mateo County in a decade.

Chief Michael Parker told reporters “Dave Chetcuti was well liked and had a special rapport with teenagers. This is a very sad time for the Millbrae Police Department. We are a small department with only 27 officers so we’re very much like a family. It’s going to be bad for Dave’s family and for us for a very long time.”

Chief Parker added “This is a sad day for us. This is the first time an officer has been shot in the line of duty. Dave was a model police officer. He was instrumental in catching a bank robber from Burlingame just last week. He just had a nose for police work.”

Chetcuti, who lived in Millbrae, served on the Millbrae police force since his appointment on December 16, 1987. He had served as a motorcycle, patrol and field training officer and was often praised for his work. Chief Parker said Chetcuti’s commendation file was filled with letters of appreciation from citizens and local politicians, and no one had ever complained about him. He had received the department’s lifesaving award for saving a heart attack victim in 1995. He was president of the Millbrae Police Officers Association.

Officer Richard Dixon, who trained Chetcuti when he joined the Millbrae Police Department 11 years ago, said, “He was the most well-liked officer in the department, and in the community.”

Dixon added “He went on to being a better Field Training Officer than I.” Chetcuti was described by friends and fellow officers as a remarkable community man, dedicated to his job, his family and his neighbors.

A high school buddy, John Aquilina, stated that Chetcuti spent the last morning of his life watching the local kids playing baseball. “He was that kind of cop, that kind of guy. Give him an hour, and he’d give you 10. He’d mow people’s lawns, he’d help paint a house or put up wallboard.”

Chetcuti’s last act was in keeping with how he lived: He was gunned down moments after leaving the ballpark as he answered a call for back-up. Julie Lipke, wiping back tears, described her uncle and godfather “He was the biggest success in the Chetcuti family. He didn’t just serve the community, he was part of the community. He loved this town.”

Rev. John Greene, San Francisco Fire Department chaplain, said in his homily at the St. Dunstan Church service, “He was the heart and soul of the Millbrae Police Department . . . He touched the lives of many people who didn’t know him.”

Chief Parker said of the service “I am so moved by the turnout that I see here today. “I’m really proud of the people of Millbrae . . . It makes me proud to serve this community . . . Today, Millbrae is showing its love for David Chetcuti.”

A friend of Chetcuti’s, Reno Camilleri, who had known him since childhood and immigrated from the same hometown, Mosta, Malta, as Chetcuti’s family told everyone “He was really a great guy. For the community, he was the perfect police officer. He really cared about the kids. He didn’t just want to arrest them or get them in trouble. He wanted to help them. He knew them all. I think the kids were his favorite part of the job.”

Family members say Chetcuti always wanted to be a police officer, was living his dream, and passing that ambition on to the kids of Millbrae. His son, David, an explorer scout with the Millbrae department, wants to become a cop like his dad. David helped seven officers carry his father’s coffin from the church to a hearse outside for the trip to the cemetery.

San Francisco Archbishop William Levada, who conducted the service, described Chetcuti as a devoted husband, father, police officer and friend to many. “Gail encouraged him to become a police officer and she has no regrets he chose the occupation. He came to law enforcement late in life, but he found the passion of his life.”

Chetcuti’s youngest son, Ricky, wrote in his eulogy for his dad’s service “Every time I play basketball or fix a model, I’ll always think of you. You’ll always be my hero.”

Rev. Greene, in his homily, said “He worked hard for his family. He found the job of his dreams. (Gail) supported him . . . She has no regrets about his choice of career.”

Chetcuti is survived by his wife, Gail, and sons 17-year-old David, 14-year-old John, and 11-year-old Rick.

A trust fund has been established for Chetcuti’s sons. Please forward checks to Account No. 06-616-879, First National Bank of Millbrae, 1551 El Camino Real, Millbrae 94040.

Calipatria police Chief J. Leonard Speer died from a bullet wound to the chest Friday, April 10, 1998. He had responded to a call from 59-year-old Rachel Deen at her farm equipment yard in the southeast section of Calipatria. About the same time that he arrived, her son, Omar Deen, 29, walked into the yard. Soon after an argument began. Witnesses were unsure who was arguing or what caused the argument. The call concerned a stolen tractor from the yard.

Sheriff’s Chief Deputy Kenneth Koon stated that Omar Deen struck Speer and managed to take his gun. Deen fired a single shot that struck Speer in the abdomen and penetrated his chest. He then turned the gun on his mother and fired twice. She was pronounced dead at the scene. Speer was taken to the Pioneers Memorial Hospital in Brawley where he died more than an hour later. County Coroner Investigator Ralph Smith said Speer was not wearing a bulletproof vest.

Scores of concerned law enforcement officers from throughout the Valley arrived at the hospital as soon as they heard about the incident. Speer’s wife, Evelyn, stayed at her husband’s side in the emergency room as doctors worked to save his life.

Omar Deen was arrested that day in Mexicali following a 45-minute search by local Mexican authorities. He will face the death penalty, if convicted, stated Assistant District Attorney Joe Beard. He was known to have a prior criminal record.

A handgun thought to be the weapon used in the shooting was found at the crime scene. Deen has pleaded not guilty to two counts of first-degree murder.

Rev. Amador Lopez of St. Patrick’s Catholic Church in Calipatria told mourners Thursday, April 16, that Speer was a man who fought for peace. Speer was eulogized by his daughter Zandra Pendleton as more than just a tough cop; he was a husband, a father, a grandfather and a great-grandfather.

Pendleton told the audience of more than 1,000 gathered in St. Mary’s Catholic Church in El Centro for Speer’s funeral, “He gave us the gift of laughter. There was no greater man.” She said, “He will always be watching over all of those in law enforcement . . . I love my mom and my dad.”

More than 300 vehicles led a procession to Speer’s burial site in Mountain Valley Cemetery in Calexico following the church service.

City residents said Speer reduced crime in town. They stated that they could walk the city’s streets at night and feel safe because of Speer’s efforts. Speer was known as a tough officer whose only interest was serving his community and fighting crime.

Sheriff Oren Fox said “Speer was at an age when he could have retired, but that was not what he wanted to do. He wanted to continue to serve the public. I think it saddens all of us when we lose a law enforcement officer. He had 40 years of experience.” Speer celebrated his 65 birthday on December 9, 1997.

Fox continued “I think it is tragic not only for those in law enforcement who lost a friend, but also for this community. This certainly is a tribute to Leonard. He would have been thankful for all the law enforcement presence here today and so am I. They have really shown that they respect him and they respect the profession.”

Acting Chief Sgt. Enrique M. Duran told the audience that it was hard to accept that Speer was gone. He said that Speer had taught him to be a police officer. “This is real hard, real sad,” Duran said, “I could hardly hold my tears.”

Gilbert Otero, Imperial County District Attorney, stated, “Leonard was out there serving the people of his community and that is the bottom line.” Calipatria’s mayor, Daniel Carmichael, said “This has hurt the city of Calipatria. He was a great police chief.” He added, “I feel that I have lost a good friend.”

Margie Carmichael, the mayor’s wife, said of Speer, “I think it is the worst thing that could have happened to Calipatria. That man devoted his entire life to law enforcement. He was honest. He knew penal codes like very few police officers do and he had just about every qualification a police chief could have.”

Speer’s law enforcement career spanned more than 40 years. He served as Imperial County sheriff, police chief in Calexico and a patrol sergeant for the Brawley police force. He also served as an officer in the National Guard.

He had been given some of the credit for securing the construction of a nearby California state prison. He and Supervisor James Bucher initiated the idea for the prison more than 15 years ago.

When Calipatria ended its contract with the sheriff’s office and started its own police department in 1988, Speer was hired as police chief. Calipatria had contracted Speer’s service into the year 2000.

He is survived by his wife, Evelyn; daughters, Zandra Speer-Pendleton and Randalynn Speer-Benson; five grandchildren and three great grandchildren.

A memorial fund has been set up for the Calipatria Police Department in Speer’s name. The J.L. Speer Police Memorial Fund is at Valley Independent Bank, 190 Main Street, Brawley, CA 92227. The account was established to raise money for equipment such as helmets and shields for the Calipatria force.

The murderer of Chief J. Leonard Speer, Omar Deen, has been found guilty on two counts of first-degree murder, with special circumstances. Deen was found to be sane at the time of the shooting, and the jury came back with a sentence of the death penalty.

Hundreds of harbor patrol officers, police and fire officials from throughout California led a procession to Ventura’s Ivy Lawn Memorial Park Saturday, March 21, following the funeral service at the Ventura Missionary Church for Officer Paul D. Korber.

Korber died a hero’s death when he drowned Sunday, March 15, while rescuing, Karen Van Deventer, and her 7- and 11-year-old sons off the South Jetty of Ventura Harbor. The victims had been walking in shallow water along the beach when a rip tide reportedly pulled one of the children in. Another son, 14-years-old, was able to rescue himself.

The Harbor Patrol received several reports of swimmers in distress south of the South Jetty. Korber and Operations Manager, Scott Miller, responded by vessel. Three people were clinging to a Boogie Board about 250 feet from shore in 4-to 6-foot swells when they arrived. Although they were able to get close to the people, they couldn’t reach them. Korber stripped off to his uniform shorts and entered the water with a rescue tube. He swam with the victims to the Harbor Patrol boat that was waiting just outside the breaking waves.

They were pushed back toward the jetty by a set of waves. Korber, with the assistance of bystanders, tried to remove the victims from the water onto the South Jetty. Everyone was swept back into the water despite numerous rescue attempts.

Two state lifeguards arrived on the scene and began swimming the victims out of the surf. They were quickly taken aboard the Harbor Patrol boat. Korber, who had disappeared under the water, was rescued by a third state lifeguard. He was towed unconscious to the boat, and CPR was begun immediately. Although CPR continued during Korber’s transportation to a local hospital, he was pronounced dead after the efforts to revive him were unsuccessful.

During the funeral service Miller stated, “Paul was one of the best harbor patrol officers I have ever worked with. He was always striving to improve himself in all aspects of the job. He especially enjoyed his role as a coordinator and instructor for the Rescue Boat Handling Class that the harbor patrol hosts annually for officers throughout the state.”

A family friend, Mark Ellison, particularly touched the group of mourners with a poem filled with fond remembrances. He had written the poem “Heroes in Heaven” for Korber. In part the poem said “There’s heroes in heaven, that’s easy to see. Paul Korber is one, for great deeds did he.”

Barrett, Korber’s 9-year-old son, was told by Harbor Patrol Officer David Glaser, one of Korber’s closest friends, that he had a bunch of “big brothers and sisters” in the harbor patrol that he could depend upon. He received numerous gifts including four caps; one from the Seattle Mariners signed by player Ken Griffey Jr. and another from the Dodgers signed by player Mike Piazza.

The hats were presented to Barrett, along with a hat rack, by Rev. Bob Herrington who told him that he could always hang his hat on God.

More than 40 water-oriented agencies, fire departments, police agencies, from across the state attended the funeral services. Miller said, “Paul had a heck of a lot of friends. He exemplified everything that was good in a human.”

A U.S. Coast Guard helicopter unit honored the fallen hero with a “fly-over.” Korber had served in Vietnam as a helicopter gunner.

Korber, 45, was buried alongside his wife, Cindy, who died of breast cancer in 1995. She had also been a Ventura Harbor Patrol Officer.

Korber is survived by his 9-year-old son, Barrett; father and stepmother, Frank and Carol Korber of Cardiff; sister, Jeri Hough of Rochester, Minn.; three brothers, Jeffrey Korber of Chico, Eric Christeson of Ventura and Russell Brown of Lompoc.

The Ventura Port District, in conjunction with the Bank of Ventura, has established the “Paul Korber Memorial Fund” to benefit Korber’s son Barrett. Donations may be made to the fund in care of the Bank of Ventura, 5808 E. Telephone Road, Ventura, CA 93003.

Officers Britt T. Irvine and Ricky B. Stovall died Tuesday, Feb. 24, when their cruiser dropped off a section of SR 166, that was washed out by the Cuyama River east of Santa Maria. The officers had been dispatched to rescue a stranded motorist.

Irvine and Stovall were last heard from about 2:45 a.m. as they traveled down the foggy two-lane mountain highway. Their bodies were discovered 10 hours later still strapped in their patrol car which was filled with mud, buried upside down under a sand bar in the middle of the river.

The officers were victims of a fierce El Nino storm that caused mudslides and swelled streams, creeks, and rivers into torrents. A 300 foot-long stretch of Highway 166 was destroyed by the Cuyama River. Rescuers located four vehicles in the river approximately one-quarter of a mile downstream; a tractor double trailer combination, a Toyota Camry, a small pick-up truck, and the marked CHP patrol car. Two of the drivers survived.

Deputy Dennis Swack, Santa Barbara County, was dispatched to the scene about 3 a.m. to locate the missing CHP cruiser. “As he drove slowly through the dense fog, his front wheels went over the edge of the highway,” stated Sgt. Jim Peterson. Another sheriff’s patrol car pulled him back with a chain. “It was a close call for that sheriff’s deputy,” Lt. Paul Matthies relayed.

“The Highway Patrol is a family,” Matthies said. “We’re going to be going through a rough time. It hits very hard.”

The Pacific Christian Center church was the site of funeral services honoring Irvine and Stovall on Saturday, Feb. 28. Hundreds of law enforcement officers from across the nation joined family and friends to remember the fallen officers.

Among the thousands of mourners who lined the streets outside the church were Juan Ibarra, 17, and his sister, Veronica, 7, who clutched lilies as they waited for the funeral procession to pass. Juan said he was in the CHP Explorer Program and rode on patrol with Stovall.

Rick Stovall, 39, was an 18-year veteran of the California Highway Patrol. He joined when he turned 21. His father was a major influence on his life which was evident as he chose to follow in his father’s footsteps as a CHP officer.

According to his coworkers, Stovall loved his job and loved removing the drinking driver from the road. He excelled at finding the driver under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs. His passion for the job and its duties motivated him to work the graveyard shift on a regular basis.

His favorite quote was “Endless hours of boredom followed by brief moments of intense excitement.” Being the ultimate family man, he chose to work nights in order to spend quality time with his family during the day and evening hours.

Stovall’s friendly sense of humor and broad smile literally lit up the room when he entered. You could always count on him for an assist when you needed it, said his fellow officers.

Allied agencies also relied on him for his unselfish assistance and back up when they needed it. Stovall proved to be a quality officer and a quality friend.

One of Stovall’s coworkers relayed a story about a violator who had given him a bad time. He had been insulting and placed the officer in a foul mood. Stovall listened to what his coworker said and then told him how he handled similar situations, “Whenever I get someone like that, I do this (quivering his lower lip) and act as if I’m going to tear up and I tell the person, ‘Are you trying to hurt my feelings?’. Everyone in the room rolled with laughter.

Stovall excelled in hunting, fishing and snorkeling. He often joked about scuba divers by saying, “If you need a bottle, you must be a baby.”

He loved his family most of all. He and his wife, Lynn, had been married for 13 years and had settled down in Santa Maria. They thoroughly enjoyed activities with their children, Alyssa, 12, and Riley, 10. Stovall kept his locker adorned with pictures of Lynn and their children. Stovall’s zest for life was reflected in a statement that he often made, “Live each day as if it were your last, for surely someday it will be.” He certainly did. His enthusiasm for life and all he did spilled over into each life he touched.

He would often say, “Life is good,” while doing activities that he loved. As quoted by one of his best friends, “A day with Rick was like spending a day with Huckleberry Finn.”

“Who was my husband?,” asked Lynn Stovall at the church service. “He was a man with great integrity, a man with many interests, a man with many talents, a man with noble character, a man of great charity, a confident man, a generous man, a man who loved laughing, a man full of compassion, an intelligent man, a stubborn man, a childish man, a childlike man, a passionate man full of life and love, a great kisser, a man who happened to be my best friend, a man who spent quality time with his children.

He was a brave man, he was always my hero and now he’s a hero to this community. So how do I go on without you?,” she continued. “I’m not sure, but I know that you expect nothing less.”

Stovall, a native of Crescent City, is survived by his wife, Lynn; daughter, Alyssa; son, Riley; and parents, Mr. & Mrs. Bill Stovall. His father is a retired CHP officer in Santa Maria.

At the officers’ funeral, speakers struggled to express what the two meant to them as tears flowed during the two-hour service. Color portraits of the officers were surrounded by flowers.

President Clinton was among those who praised the officers. He spoke of them when he arrived at the Los Angeles International Airport Saturday evening, “I especially want to send our condolences to the families of Officer Rick Stovall and Officer Britt Irvine, who gave their lives in the line of service as they responded to the emergency in Santa Maria.”

Gov. Pete Wilson joined state and local lawmakers in eulogizing the pair. He said “These were men of uncommon courage and compassion and who knew full well the purpose and meaning of the lives they chose.”

Wilson added, “Their lives were lost doing what thousands of men and women of the CHP do every day – trying to protect the safety of every Californian.”

Stovall’s 12-year-old daughter, Alyssa, stood up before the congregation as they dabbed their tears. She joined the church choir in singing “Come Just As You Are.”

Britt Irvine graduated from the CHP Academy in Sacramento when he was 25-years-old. He spent 15 years on patrol and showed his dedication and desire to serve by re-instating after a short career break.

According to his coworkers, Irvine’s “Go for it,” full steam ahead attitude allowed him to be an outstanding motorcycle officer while he was stationed at the San Jose office. His zealous attitude usually lead to some sort of sprain, strain or break. Irvine’s “Take No Prisoners” quality made him fun to have as a coworker. He volunteered for the graveyard shift on a regular basis which allowed him to enjoy the sports activities which he loved.

Irvine was a dedicated father. He and his stepsons, Michael and Jarrod, enjoyed many adventures with bungee jumping, snow skiing and surfing.

Irvine was an outstanding athlete. He was proud of his accomplishments, but would never elaborate on this without being asked. He was a regular participant in the Police Olympics.

He loved soccer and won a scholarship to San Jose State University as a player where he was an outstanding goalie for the team. When Irvine entered the Highway Patrol, he became a member of the CHP soccer team. He won several medals while participating as goalie.

During the past 18 months, Irvine started swimming on a regular basis following in his father’s footsteps. He would swim two-to-three miles with the Masters Swim Club before going to work.

He entered the 1997 Police Olympics swimming competition with only one year of practice behind him. He medalled in three of five events.

According to those who knew him, Irvine was the kind of guy who was good at every athletic thing he participated in . . . bare foot water skiing, knee boarding, bowling, diving for soft balls in the outfield or simply giving his time to participate in and carry the torch for the Special Olympics.

One of Irvine’s favorite stories was about a stop which he made on a Christmas Day. He observed a gray Mercedes Benz traveling northbound on US 101 making “good time” through the Santa Maria area. He overtook and stopped the car and was surprised to identify the driver as Tom Cruise.

His sense of humor quickly took over as he remembered Commissioner Spike Helmick’s daughter’s infatuation with Cruise. He told Cruise “I’ll give you two choices. I could either get a photograph or I know I can get your autograph.”

Cruise immediately took him up on his offer for the photograph. He then sent a copy of the picture of himself and Cruise to the Commissioner. The picture is still prominently displayed on Helmick’s daughter’s wall.

Irvine was always smiling and nothing ever seemed to bother him. When he was asked to do something, his response was always, “Yeah, no problem.”

Frequently he would change beats with someone who needed the time off. He would always take time to listen if a coworker needed to talk, and he would sometimes offer advice, but usually he was willing to just listen.

Lt. Bob Metallo stated that Irvine’s smile always led you to wonder what was on his mind. “You never really knew what he was thinking.”

Officer Dean Bogios stated about Stovall’s and Irvine’s deaths, “I don’t understand why these things happen to the good guys. There just has to be a more understandable reason why God takes the good guys from us. God must need them for something special.”

Irvine is survived by his parents, Joe and Maxine Irvine; two stepsons, Michael and Jarrod Zacarias, and stepdaughter, Stacie Spotanski.

Stovall and Irvine were the first CHP officers from Santa Maria to die in the line-of-duty since 1971.

Donations may be sent to the CAHP Widows and Orphans Trust Fund, CAHP Foundation or CHP 11-99, c/o California Association of Highway Patrolmen, 2030 V Street, Sacramento, CA 95818.

Officers Britt T. Irvine and Ricky B. Stovall died Tuesday, Feb. 24, when their cruiser dropped off a section of SR 166, that was washed out by the Cuyama River east of Santa Maria. The officers had been dispatched to rescue a stranded motorist.

Irvine and Stovall were last heard from about 2:45 a.m. as they traveled down the foggy two-lane mountain highway. Their bodies were discovered 10 hours later still strapped in their patrol car which was filled with mud, buried upside down under a sand bar in the middle of the river.

The officers were victims of a fierce El Nino storm that caused mudslides and swelled streams, creeks, and rivers into torrents. A 300 foot-long stretch of Highway 166 was destroyed by the Cuyama River. Rescuers located four vehicles in the river approximately one-quarter of a mile downstream; a tractor double trailer combination, a Toyota Camry, a small pick-up truck, and the marked CHP patrol car. Two of the drivers survived.

Deputy Dennis Swack, Santa Barbara County, was dispatched to the scene about 3 a.m. to locate the missing CHP cruiser. “As he drove slowly through the dense fog, his front wheels went over the edge of the highway,” stated Sgt. Jim Peterson. Another sheriff’s patrol car pulled him back with a chain. “It was a close call for that sheriff’s deputy,” Lt. Paul Matthies relayed.

“The Highway Patrol is a family,” Matthies said. “We’re going to be going through a rough time. It hits very hard.”

The Pacific Christian Center church was the site of funeral services honoring Irvine and Stovall on Saturday, Feb. 28. Hundreds of law enforcement officers from across the nation joined family and friends to remember the fallen officers.

Among the thousands of mourners who lined the streets outside the church were Juan Ibarra, 17, and his sister, Veronica, 7, who clutched lilies as they waited for the funeral procession to pass. Juan said he was in the CHP Explorer Program and rode on patrol with Stovall.

Rick Stovall, 39, was an 18-year veteran of the California Highway Patrol. He joined when he turned 21. His father was a major influence on his life which was evident as he chose to follow in his father’s footsteps as a CHP officer.

According to his coworkers, Stovall loved his job and loved removing the drinking driver from the road. He excelled at finding the driver under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs. His passion for the job and its duties motivated him to work the graveyard shift on a regular basis.

His favorite quote was “Endless hours of boredom followed by brief moments of intense excitement.” Being the ultimate family man, he chose to work nights in order to spend quality time with his family during the day and evening hours.

Stovall’s friendly sense of humor and broad smile literally lit up the room when he entered. You could always count on him for an assist when you needed it, said his fellow officers.

Allied agencies also relied on him for his unselfish assistance and back up when they needed it. Stovall proved to be a quality officer and a quality friend.

One of Stovall’s coworkers relayed a story about a violator who had given him a bad time. He had been insulting and placed the officer in a foul mood. Stovall listened to what his coworker said and then told him how he handled similar situations, “Whenever I get someone like that, I do this (quivering his lower lip) and act as if I’m going to tear up and I tell the person, ‘Are you trying to hurt my feelings?’. Everyone in the room rolled with laughter.

Stovall excelled in hunting, fishing and snorkeling. He often joked about scuba divers by saying, “If you need a bottle, you must be a baby.”

He loved his family most of all. He and his wife, Lynn, had been married for 13 years and had settled down in Santa Maria. They thoroughly enjoyed activities with their children, Alyssa, 12, and Riley, 10. Stovall kept his locker adorned with pictures of Lynn and their children. Stovall’s zest for life was reflected in a statement that he often made, “Live each day as if it were your last, for surely someday it will be.” He certainly did. His enthusiasm for life and all he did spilled over into each life he touched.

He would often say, “Life is good,” while doing activities that he loved. As quoted by one of his best friends, “A day with Rick was like spending a day with Huckleberry Finn.”

“Who was my husband?,” asked Lynn Stovall at the church service. “He was a man with great integrity, a man with many interests, a man with many talents, a man with noble character, a man of great charity, a confident man, a generous man, a man who loved laughing, a man full of compassion, an intelligent man, a stubborn man, a childish man, a childlike man, a passionate man full of life and love, a great kisser, a man who happened to be my best friend, a man who spent quality time with his children.

He was a brave man, he was always my hero and now he’s a hero to this community. So how do I go on without you?,” she continued. “I’m not sure, but I know that you expect nothing less.”

Stovall, a native of Crescent City, is survived by his wife, Lynn; daughter, Alyssa; son, Riley; and parents, Mr. & Mrs. Bill Stovall. His father is a retired CHP officer in Santa Maria.

At the officers’ funeral, speakers struggled to express what the two meant to them as tears flowed during the two-hour service. Color portraits of the officers were surrounded by flowers.

President Clinton was among those who praised the officers. He spoke of them when he arrived at the Los Angeles International Airport Saturday evening, “I especially want to send our condolences to the families of Officer Rick Stovall and Officer Britt Irvine, who gave their lives in the line of service as they responded to the emergency in Santa Maria.”

Gov. Pete Wilson joined state and local lawmakers in eulogizing the pair. He said “These were men of uncommon courage and compassion and who knew full well the purpose and meaning of the lives they chose.”

Wilson added, “Their lives were lost doing what thousands of men and women of the CHP do every day – trying to protect the safety of every Californian.”

Stovall’s 12-year-old daughter, Alyssa, stood up before the congregation as they dabbed their tears. She joined the church choir in singing “Come Just As You Are.”

Britt Irvine graduated from the CHP Academy in Sacramento when he was 25-years-old. He spent 15 years on patrol and showed his dedication and desire to serve by re-instating after a short career break.

According to his coworkers, Irvine’s “Go for it,” full steam ahead attitude allowed him to be an outstanding motorcycle officer while he was stationed at the San Jose office. His zealous attitude usually lead to some sort of sprain, strain or break. Irvine’s “Take No Prisoners” quality made him fun to have as a coworker. He volunteered for the graveyard shift on a regular basis which allowed him to enjoy the sports activities which he loved.

Irvine was a dedicated father. He and his stepsons, Michael and Jarrod, enjoyed many adventures with bungee jumping, snow skiing and surfing.

Irvine was an outstanding athlete. He was proud of his accomplishments, but would never elaborate on this without being asked. He was a regular participant in the Police Olympics.

He loved soccer and won a scholarship to San Jose State University as a player where he was an outstanding goalie for the team. When Irvine entered the Highway Patrol, he became a member of the CHP soccer team. He won several medals while participating as goalie.

During the past 18 months, Irvine started swimming on a regular basis following in his father’s footsteps. He would swim two-to-three miles with the Masters Swim Club before going to work.

He entered the 1997 Police Olympics swimming competition with only one year of practice behind him. He medalled in three of five events.

According to those who knew him, Irvine was the kind of guy who was good at every athletic thing he participated in . . . bare foot water skiing, knee boarding, bowling, diving for soft balls in the outfield or simply giving his time to participate in and carry the torch for the Special Olympics.

One of Irvine’s favorite stories was about a stop which he made on a Christmas Day. He observed a gray Mercedes Benz traveling northbound on US 101 making “good time” through the Santa Maria area. He overtook and stopped the car and was surprised to identify the driver as Tom Cruise.

His sense of humor quickly took over as he remembered Commissioner Spike Helmick’s daughter’s infatuation with Cruise. He told Cruise “I’ll give you two choices. I could either get a photograph or I know I can get your autograph.”

Cruise immediately took him up on his offer for the photograph. He then sent a copy of the picture of himself and Cruise to the Commissioner. The picture is still prominently displayed on Helmick’s daughter’s wall.

Irvine was always smiling and nothing ever seemed to bother him. When he was asked to do something, his response was always, “Yeah, no problem.”

Frequently he would change beats with someone who needed the time off. He would always take time to listen if a coworker needed to talk, and he would sometimes offer advice, but usually he was willing to just listen.

Lt. Bob Metallo stated that Irvine’s smile always led you to wonder what was on his mind. “You never really knew what he was thinking.”

Officer Dean Bogios stated about Stovall’s and Irvine’s deaths, “I don’t understand why these things happen to the good guys. There just has to be a more understandable reason why God takes the good guys from us. God must need them for something special.”

Irvine is survived by his parents, Joe and Maxine Irvine; two stepsons, Michael and Jarrod Zacarias, and stepdaughter, Stacie Spotanski.

Stovall and Irvine were the first CHP officers from Santa Maria to die in the line-of-duty since 1971.

Donations may be sent to the CAHP Widows and Orphans Trust Fund, CAHP Foundation or CHP 11-99, c/o California Association of Highway Patrolmen, 2030 V Street, Sacramento, CA 95818.

Petaluma police officer Vilho Ahola, shot in the neck and paralyzed from the chest down 29 years ago, was known for his relentless optimism and community service, while confined to a wheelchair.

The rugged New Englander and rifle marksman died Sunday, February 1, at a Santa Rosa hospital at age 70.

“Vil Ahola was a hero,” Petaluma police Chief Pat Parks declared.

“He is without a doubt the bravest man I ever met,” Capt. Dave Long said. “An inspiration to all of us here – and to the community.”

The Sonoma County Coroner’s Office attributed Ahola’s death to complications of paraplegia because of the gunshot wound, and classified it as a homicide.

Chief Parks said no further action would be taken against Ahola’s assailant, 80-year-old Walter E. Hale, who was convicted of assault with a deadly weapon in 1970, served a prison sentence and was paroled.

“Vil wouldn’t want that either,” Chief Parks said. “He never held a grudge.”

Ahola was dispatched to Hale’s I Street home in Petaluma on Nov. 7, 1969, to stand by while Hale’s wife removed personal items from the house. Ahola was shot as he reached out to disarm Hale, who later said the shooting was accidental.

The .25-caliber pistol bullet damaged Ahola’s spinal column near the base of his neck. After a year in physical therapy, Ahola returned to work in 1971. He was technically retired, but did clerical work part time until 1989, when his fingers had become too stiff to operate a computer keyboard.

Ahola moved to Sonoma County and joined the Petaluma Police Dept. in 1961. He had previously worked for the Sciyuate Police Dept. in Massachusetts.

In the early 1970s, Ahola helped organize the Police Athletic League, now a countywide youth organization. Ahola coached a PAL rifle team for years, and also taught Petaluma officers rifle marksmanship. He held the National Rifle Association life master title and had won more than 20 national shooting titles. He qualified for membership on Olympic firing teams on several occasions.

The son of Finnish immigrants, Ahola was born and reared on the Massachusetts coast. He built his own home in Penngrave in 1964. He was a member of the Elks Club and the Cotati Rod and Gun Club.

He is survived by his wife, Marjorie Ahola of Penngrove; sons Dana Ahola of Colusa and Kurt Ahola of Santa Rosa; brother, Arthur Ahola of Maine; sister, Velma Campbell of Massachusetts; and a grandchild.

A reverent sadness filled Visalia streets Wednesday, Jan. 14, as hundreds gathered to honor Ofc. James J. Rapozo. He was shot and killed Friday, Jan. 9, during a high-risk situation when SWAT officers converged on an apartment to arrest Alfonso Hernandez – a search warrant raid gone bad.

Sixteen-year-old Hernandez was a suspect in the shooting of five people on Christmas Eve. An investigation had shown that Hernandez not only knew that he was wanted, but had made statements to numerous individuals at different times that he would not be taken alive, and that he would take his own life or an officer’s life if necessary.

When officers entered the residence where Hernandez was staying, he opened fire with a .9mm semi-automatic handgun. The SWAT team members returned gunfire.

Hernandez was struck numerous times and died from his wounds at the scene. The handgun was recovered near his body, and it was determined that it was the same type caliber used in the Dec. 24 shooting.

Rapozo, one of the first SWAT officers to enter the residence, was shot once by the suspect almost immediately. The bullet entered through his left side in an area not covered by his protective vest. The bullet traveled through his chest cavity and penetrated his heart. He died during surgery at the Kaweah Delta District Hospital.

Rapozo’s family, close friends and colleagues attended his funeral service as well as police officers and residents from all over the South Valley. Some of the mourners came from as far south as Redondo Beach, and as far north as Santa Rosa. The cleric’s words were heard by the overflow crowd of more than 1,000 via closed-circuit television.

Monsignor Thomas Kleinhans told the mourners “James, you served the community by giving the ultimate gift – your life. That gift stands for what is good and what is right about our community and our society.”

The 33-year-old officer was praised by many during the services including interim Police Chief Chuck Huchel. He stated “We are proud of James, for he has shown the courage we hope to exhibit. All are touched by his death . . . and all share in this untimely loss.”

Former Visalia Police Chief Bruce McDermott told the mourners, “He recognized the dangers of his job. James knew that you can be as safe as you can, but at the right time, you’re a lamb when a person decides to do the worst thing in the world.”

Rapozo was characterized by McDermott as a top-notch officer with a knack for problem-solving and an eye for detail and safety.

McDermott stated that Rapozo always wore his bulletproof vest. His department photograph clearly shows a slice of blue, his bulletproof vest, near his collar.

Monsignor Kleinhans told the Rapozo family “No one is capable of telling you we know the extent of your grief, but we can tell you how much we love you. May our prayers . . . be our simple gift to you.” He described Rapozo as the quintessential family man who lived life to the fullest, as though every day were his last. He thanked him for cherishing his duty to keep peace and order in a community becoming all too familiar with violent crime.

Kleinhans stated “We are grateful for you and your 33 fateful years with us. You will always remain a proud memory . . . The joy that you lived in life is an infallible sign of God’s love that is with us.”

SWAT team member Jason Salazar, backed by the church’s choir, sang “Amazing Grace” during the service. The choir carried the song as Salazar stopped to regain his composure as he sang.

Humberto Aldape Jr. came from Dinuba to honor Rapozo, who was widely considered a model police officer for his intelligence, impeccable appearance and cool demeanor in the field. Aldape said “A lot of people do wrong in this world. He did good.”

Beneath cloudy skies, the procession of five limousines and 395 law enforcement cruisers and motorcycles entered the Visalia Cemetery gates. The hearse stopped in front of a towering tree, where Rapozo’s widow, Merrily, chose to bury her fallen husband.

Rapozo’s fellow SWAT team members were chosen as honorary pallbearers. They wore “A-93” for “Adam-93,” Rapozo’s call sign, stitched onto the left sleeves of their snug black commando uniforms that they wore at the request of the Rapozo family. They carried his casket from the hearse and set it above the grave site where family members and city officers had gathered.

The Rev. Gregory Beaumont administered the graveside service.

A “missing man” formation executed by members of the California Highway Patrol concluded the ceremony.

Monsignor Kleinhans’ last words at the service were “Eternal rest grant to him, oh Lord. May he rest in peace.”

Rapozo’s death was the first line-of-duty death for Visalia Police Department in 51 years.

Rapozo, a graduate of Hanford Joint Union High School in 1982, and CSU, Fresno, in 1987, began his law enforcement career with the Hanford Police Department. He worked there from April 1986 until March 1990 when he joined the Kings County Sheriff’s Department. He was employed there until January 1991. He became a member of the Department of Justice, Bureau of Narcotic Enforcement, in January 1991 where he served until he lateraled to the Visalia Police Department on April 20, 1992. During his almost six years there, he served as a member of the Basic Car Team, SWAT Team and the Field Training Unit. He was also a member of the Patrol Planning Council for four years.

He is survived by his wife, Merrily, and children, Megan, 6, and Max, 3 1/2; and his mother, Aldine.

A trust fund has been established for Rapozo’s children. Donations can be made to the Bank of the Sierra, c/o the Rapozo children, 128 East Main Street, Visalia, CA 93291, ACC #0710675030, or to the Rapozo Children, c/o Ofc. David Jarret, Visalia Police Dept., 303 S. Johnson St. Visalia, CA 93291-6135.

More than 2000 people, mostly law enforcement attended the service for Scott on Tuesday January 13, 1998 at the First Baptist Church in San Jose. The two-hour service was conducted by the CHP Chaplain, Karl Hansen.

Scott’s motor squad lead the procession to the service as hundreds of fellow motorcycle officers followed. All along the route it seemed as if the world stopped for a moment. People stood on the sidewalk in silence and watched the motorcade pass.

Scott’s beloved CHP motorcycle was set up in the lobby along with pictures and plaques commemorating him.

The commissioner of the CHP, Spike Helmick said: “Scott was a young officer, and he was well aware of the dangers. He knew he was making a difference and would not have changed a thing.”

Captain Follett, who supervised Scott for most of his career said: “When Scott was on his motorcycle his smile was almost electric, in fact I imagine he is now riding safely in heaven providing ‘Safety and Service’ to others.” “Being a typical suspicious cop, I wondered what he was up to with his wonderful smile. It did not take me long to realize that he shared his wonderful smile and kind heart with everyone he met.” “He was the heart and soul of generosity.”

“Although it was obvious to all of us who knew him, Scott’s family recently told me that Scott was a truly good young man who loved helping others, loved being a cop and loved being a member of the California Highway Patrol.” “I ask all of you today during this difficult time to remember Scott’s wonderful smile, his kind heart, his love of the job, his generosity, his love of helping others and his professionalism.” “Scott, you may be gone but you will never be forgotten. Rest in peace and ride safely, our dear friend. We love you and we miss you.”

Amy Tritenbach, one Scott’s closest friends on the squad gave his eulogy, ” He told me there was nothing like riding a bike on a clear blue day and feeling the wind hit your face. I could sit here for days and recount stories of things we did or conversations we had but that would not be sufficient and would only serve to postpone the inevitable. And the inevitable is that I have to say good-bye to my friend and confidant. Scott, you were the best friend I have ever had and I will miss you everyday of my life. I am grateful for our time together and I will remember everything you told me. You will always be my 10-36 partner. May you rest in peace and I love you.”

Some of Scott’s favorite music filled the church, and Karl Hansen introduced Scott’s fiancée, Christine Nielsen. Together they stood at the casket and shared one last song, ‘If I had only known’ by Reba McIntyre.

At the cemetery family members laid yellow roses on the casket and everyone stood in silence as three CHP helicopters flew overhead in the “Missing Man” formation as they said a final roll call.

Christine Nielsen, Scott’s fiancée said ” I know Scott was happy, he loved his job, his family and me. It is one thing for me to say that Scott was happy with his life but I know Scott knew what he had and knew what a truly blessed life he was living. That is a realization that many people never have.”

Scott is survived by his parents Phyllis and Ronald Bell, Sister, Denyse Herzberg, nephews Andrew and Paul Herzberg of Oregon, Brother Mark Greenly, sisters Karen Greenly and Cassandra Bell, grandmother Katherine Sligar, and Fiancée, Christine Nielsen.

January 7, 1998 – At approximately 1700 hours, San Jose unit 24-88, Officer Scott M. Greenly, 31, #14325, made an enforcement stop on a 1988 Ford P/U for following too closely, northbound SR 85 south of Saratoga avenue.

Officer Greenly made a right side approach, and while he was conversing with the violator, he was struck by a vehicle approaching from behind at an unknown speed. The errant vehicle had driven off the roadway onto the raised freeway embankment, passing the patrol car and striking the officer.

The errant vehicle had been observed by citizens speeding and weaving prior to running off the roadway. The driver and vehicle traveled approximately 200 feet before colliding with the r/r fender of the violator’s vehicle and the officer.

Officer Greenly sustained extensive injuries as a result of the impact. Officer Greenly was transported to Valley Medical Center, where he died from his injuries at 6:33 pm.

The driver was charged with 2nd degree murder on February 25, 1998. The case finally went to trial in April 2000. It lasted 3 1/2 weeks and after less than 8 hours of deliberation a 2nd degree murder conviction was returned. The sentence handed down on August 31, 2000 was 15 years to life. With credit for time served he will be eligible for parole in about 10 years.

Fellow officers, friends and relatives said good-bye to Ofc. Steve Gerald Gajda Friday, Jan. 9, 1998 in services conducted at the Calvary Chapel in Diamond Bar. More than 2,000 seated in the chapel, as well as 900 in an overflow room, plus many more officers standing outside turned out to remember their fallen comrade.

Gajda, 29, was fatally wounded in a New Year’s Eve confrontation with a gang member, 17-year-old Mario Machado. He was shot multiple times and was taken to Los Angeles County/USC Medical Center where he was placed on life support in extremely grave condition until his death at 3 p.m. He died on his wife’s birthday, January 1.

Gajda, a member of the anti-gang CRASH unit, was shot in the head as he pursued Machado during a crack down on New Year’s Eve revelers. Officers were breaking up a rowdy New Year’s Eve party in Boyle Heights shortly before midnight when partygoers, some identified as gang members, began to flee Gajda who was accompanied by several other officers.

When Gajda reached Machado, the youth turned and shot him in the head. The two struggled and fell to the ground as the youth continued to fire his .25-caliber semi-automatic handgun.

“Gajda had volunteered to work the point, which means he confronted a situation in the position of greatest danger,” his partner Ofc. Cesar Ramirez stated. “He often assumed that role and he was not afraid to jump into a gun battle. The position was not assigned or determined by rotation or chance. Steve took the part.”

Machado, the alleged triggerman in a gang-related slaying in February 1997, was killed when Gajda’s partners returned fire. He died at the scene. It was unknown if Gajda recognized Machado or was simply trying to detain him for being unruly.

Commander of the anti-gang CRASH unit in which Gajda served, Lt. John Incontro, described him as an aggressive officer who willingly accepted responsibility. He said that he was also a talented artist who loved to draw caricatures that showed the humorous side of life with the unit which operates in the most violent neighborhoods in Los Angeles. Incontro said “He always had a joke. He had the ability to tease us but didn’t hurt us. This ability to find humor in what we do brought us closer. It enabled us to relax. He knew who the bad guys were and knew how to find them.”

“All of us live with the thought that we could suffer the same fate as Steve. One thing that enables us to come back to work every day is the memory of those partners,” Incontro stated. As he spoke, tears began to well in the eyes of the uniformed men and women, many of whom wore black bands across their badges in Gajda’s memory.

Gajda’s father, Steve, told the audience of the pride which he felt on the day his son was born. He said that he was never disappointed in his son’s conduct and choices. He added that in addition to his son’s achievements as a soldier and policeman, he found “greater joy in the depth of his concern, his sensitivity and his artistry.”

Gajda said, “My son grew to be a man of many strengths and talents and touched the lives of his family and friends. Everything a man wants his son to be, Steve fulfilled.”

Gajda’s colleagues said that while he led his unit in arrests and citations, he also enjoyed telling jokes and doing impressions, even “in the trenches.” Ofc. Ramirez, his partner, said that Gajda designed a logo for the Hollenbeck station which featured the Tasmanian Devil cartoon character, which remains on a mirror in the building.

Gajda, a seven-year member of the Los Angeles Police Department, joined the department after a stint as a helicopter mechanic in the Army’s 101st Airborne Division. Born in Park Ridge, Ill., he moved with his family to the San Fernando Valley in 1978 and graduated from Cleveland High School in Reseda in 1986.

LAPD Police Chief Bernard C. Parks stated “It is unfortunate to start the new year off in this fashion.” He called Gajda, the father of two, a “person that everyone looked up to and a vital part” of the division’s anti-gang unit.

Parks said “His parents basically sent us the message that he was doing exactly what he wanted to be doing with his life.”

Gajda’s brother, Mark, who is a Beverly Hills firefighter, said “He didn’t want to transfer out of Hollenbeck. He loved the area and helping the people there.”

Family members said that one of the aspects of the job which Gajda enjoyed most were foot pursuits. “It was one of his favorite things to do,” Mark Gajda said. “He always wanted to be the first one to catch a person.”

“It’s devastating,” said Gajda’s brother Scott. “It’s hard to take . . . He was a very loving person with a very big heart. He would open his door to anyone.”

Gajda and his widow, Belinda, were married two years ago after a two-year courtship. They bought a home in Riverside County where they planned to raise their daughter, Brittany.

Belinda told the gathering, “He was trying to get a promotion. All he wanted to be was a good provider, friend, and lover. He was my life.” She spoke her final public words to Steve: “I love you. I miss you, Honey Bear. I’ll see you when I come home.”

Gajda is also survived by his parents, Chris and Steve Gajda; a daughter from a previous marriage who resides in Tennessee; and brothers, Mark, Scott and Brian.

Donations for the Steve Gajda Blue Ribbon Trust Fund may be mailed to the Hollenbeck Station at 2111 East First Street, Los Angeles, CA 90033. Tax refundable contributions may be made to the Los Angeles Memorial Foundation in memory of Steve Gajda, 150 North Los Angeles Street, Room 731, Los Angeles, CA 90012.