Corporal Jim Szuba
This is such a tragedy. My thoughts and prayers are with his family.
For all those who have given before you and all those who may pass after you, and today for you Cpl. J. Szuba. You are the heros for whom I wear the National Memorial White Rose pin upon my uniform.
Bless your family, friends, and members behind the badge, for what would our nation be without you?
You and your parnter have paid the ultimate price. May God rest your soul. Because of what so many of us do people can enjoy life, peace and pursue happiness. God Bless you rest from your labour, prepare for your eternal reward.
Dear Jim and Ricky:
Thank-you both so much for giving us your ALL. What more could a person give than that? I so appreciate the kindness you showed to me when I first came to the police department. it meant everything. God sure will be happy to have you and your beloved K-9 to watch over us from your heavenly perches.
May the grace of God be with your beloved family. Peace be with you and yours... always...
Pam
my thoughts and prayers go out to Corporal Szubas family and friends.
Our hearts and prayers go out to the family, friends, and fellow officers of Corporal Szuba. May God be with you.
May God grant the family, friends and co-workers of Cpl Szuba and Ricky peace and comfort today and always as they grieve the loss of ones they loved. God now has two more heroes patrolling the streets of Heaven and helping Him watch over all of us.
Rest in peace Cpl Szuba & Ofc Ricky
My heart and prayers are with Corporal Szuba and his loved ones, God Bless you all
God bless you and your partner...Rest in peace brother
"My Brother"
Although I never met him, I knew him.
He was idealistic and believed he could make a difference.
He was immensely proud of the uniform and the badge and what they represent.
He felt privileged to be of service to his department, his community and to his country.
He was a cop.
Although I never met him, I knew him.
He was friendly, courteous, and polite, yet firm.
He laughed and joked, but was serious when necessary.
He was competent, trained, and professional.
He was a cop.
Although I never met him, I knew him.
He had a strong sense of right and wrong and became
frustrated when true justice became sidetracked.
He felt the sharp criticism that goes with the job, but he
never wavered.
He stood by and for his fellow officers.
He was a cop.
Although I never met him, I knew him.
He longed for his family during the long hours.
He worried about them during his shifts and the lonely
weekends, holidays and midnights when they were apart.
He felt guilty about the lost time, but knew his calling
and prayed they would understand.
He was a cop.
Although I never met him, I knew him.
He was a good son, a loving husband, and a devoted father.
He was dedicated to the profession and cared about the
people he served.
He wanted to do the best job that he could and strived to
be the best he could be.
He was a good citizen and a good neighbor.
He was a cop.
Yes, I did know him.
He was a cop, he was my Brother.