His commitment to excellence his drive, his leadership, his cando attitude. He was an example of how we should live our lives every day. Scott lived big, really big. So as i close, i would like to leave you with this quote life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body. But, rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, wow, what a ride heres to you, scott. It was one hell of a ride. I would like to introduce Hayward PoliceDepartment ActingSergeant Brian maloney. Boy 14 ive got one running. Adam 353 im with them. That was what it was like working with scott lunger. Family and friends of scott, sarah and ashton jen, trevor and ethan, our brothers and sisters in Law Enforcement, First RespondersCommunity Members and distinguished guests and attendants thank you. My name is brian maloney. I worked with scott for 14 years, side by side as beat partners, in the gang unit and on the s. W. A. T. Team. The past couple of days i put these words together all while sitting next to scotts side so he helped me write this. Scott and i started the Hayward Police department a few months apart from each other in 2001. He came from the Contra Costa County sheriffs. I was a lateral from the Alameda County sheriff. Scott one of his ftos even said i was supposed to be teaching him, but i found out i could actually learn a thing or two from him. He also said its rare that someone goes from being a new recruit to being your mentor. After work and patrol it didnt take long for scott to get an assignment on the special duty unit which is the gang street team a position on the s. W. A. T. Team which is referred to as the special Response Unit or sru at hpd. Scott helped me train while i prepared for the sru test. His encouragement and motivation helped me succeed in getting onto the team. After the assignment in he came back patrol and we were both assigned to the midnight shift, 6 00 p. M. To 6 30 a. M. We were beat partners in the north end of hayward. Scotts call sign was 3boy14. I was 3adam53. During that time we worked very hard and fought a lot of crime, most of which was found by scott. We went to just about every call together and chased bad guys together. He was the ultimate hunters, and would find crimes in progress and wanted people just about every night boy14 ive got one running was common radio traffic. I cant put into words his level of tenacity and passion for working the streets. If the residents of hayward only knew of the evil then office scott lunger stopped from victimizing them at night while they slept soundly in their homes. Thats just what he did. His passion and tenacity for catching a bad guy was exactly the same as a murder suspect as it was for a theft suspect, whatever the level of crime, he responded with the sane mindset of catching the suspect, securing evidence and preparing a complete report. Then its right back out there to do it again. If i was stuck in the station writing reports, i would frequently get a call from scott, who was of course out on the street what are you doing . Lets go. The bad guys arent going to walk right into the station. One night one of the dispatchers sent scott and i a message on our computers saying hey, dont get into anything everyone else is tied up youre the only two units available. We said okay. Shortly thereafter came scotts voice on the radio boy14 ive got a car taking off on me. Here we go. Some of you know how that one ended. We both became Field TrainingOfficers Training newly hired officers. Scott got more trainees into flipper suits than anybody else hands down. Drug and gun reps were also common for trainees with scott. One time scott had a trainee, we had a car pulled over. They had the occupants out of the car and scott was searching the car while i and the trainee were watching the occupants. Dispatch asks over the road boy14, are you code 4 . Code 4 means, are you okay . Dispatchs way of checking us on the streets. The trainee responded on the radio, negative. I looked at him puzzled, because we were code 4. Road asks again, confirm youre not code 4 . He responds negative we are not code 4. I looked at scott, who was busy away searching the car, obviously he didnt hear the radio traffic. I smiled and thought, he we are go waited for the response and it didnt take long before the cavalry arrived. I saw scotts head pop out, look out the back window, what the heck is going on . It turns out the trainee didnt fully understand the codes at the time, but he does now. [ laughter ] scott loved that story, so i had to tell it. Sanger. [ laughter ] then in 2009 scott did something crazy. He told me hey, lets take the test for sergeant. I was skeptical, because we were doing such good work and having so much fun, but i agreed. Guess what happened . Yeah, he got promoted. Not long after that he was assigned as svu sergeant, rightfully so. I didnt do so well on the sergeant test so i joined sdu, working with scott again. We worked it for the next 2 1 2 years together combatting gang activities on the street. Scott was good at what he did, and had a knack for talking to people the right way. He had a good rapport with many of the gang members, who respected where he was coming from. Sdu was a small tightknit unit and we did everything together. Scott was eager to get on the street and say, what are we doing today, boys . He led us on the hunt day after day. Lets just say during those years, sdu recovered more guns off the street of hayward than ever. Scott took pride in the work we did, and made sure we made posters of the recovered guns. Each year we would try to beat the previous year. He set goals high, made sure we reached them. There was just an example of a couple of the years. The department then implemented a gang Investigations Unit and scott was assigned as supervisor of it. I was one of three other detectives assigned. We transferred directly to this unit together. It was a plain clothesed unit focusing on longterm investigations. We were now in the office more than out on the street. His eagerness to the street got to him at times. It didnt take long before scott would say, okay lets go out, i cant sit in here any longer. We would strap on our over vests and hit the streets. Under scotts supervision, the unit pretty much dismantled the citys most violent street gang landing the main gang members in jail for long terms. His work ethic and passion was what we aspired to be. It was infectious and everyone wanted to work with him and work like him. He was the ultimate motivator and made an impact on everyone who has worked with him. He was a great leader and took care of his people. He was fair and just to the community he served and worked hard to protect them during his watch. Scott made himself an expert in the field of active shooter training, always saying its a matter of time before it happens here. We need to be ready. He led the departmentwide training year after year on active shooter response reminding patrol officers its going to be you guys responding to this initially, now the sru team. Theyll come later after its over. He made them warriors prepared to battle the evil that preys on the community, warriors just like he was. Scott had a poem taped to his desk in the station that basically describes him to a tee. It reads the sheep do not want the dog around. He looks too much like the wolf. He reminds them that danger lurks out there just beyond the relative safety of the fence. The wolf also hates the dog. He knows that it is the dog that stands between him and his prey. It is because of the dog that he is lean the dog is the reason the wolf is forced to stalk the darkness. The dog knows these facts, undeterred he stands watch, ever ready to do battle. Despite that he is an unwelcome guest in their midst. The dog is ready at a moments noticing to give his life in defense of his flock. It is simply who he is. It is who we are. Scott lunger was the dog. As a Sergeant Scott had better arrest stats than most officers did. Scott had been on sru since 2004. Hes held positions and was currently the team leader. He led this team from the front, literally. Sru was extremely important to scott, and he ensured we were the best trained and prepared for any situation that could arise. He made decisions that were in the best interests of the team members to ensure we were successful, and most importantly safe in the face of danger. He was a leader among his men on this team. Scott took our training serious and would also yell at us to get back in line if we were goofing around. He was a rappel master and he would tell us pay attention, quit messing around people die every day doing this. We often wondered do people really die every day rappelling . But he was right, it was serious training. Scott had a knack of getting sayings or slogans wrong or backwards. During long tiring and training days, he would tell us stop being lacksadaisy. What the heck is that . Whenever we made fun of him for saying things wrong, he would say, whatever, you know what i mean. We called those lungerisms. Scott loved being on sru, and just as hard as we trained, we played hard, too. There were plenty of pranks played on each overt, and you Better Believe scott was involved in some way or another. One team member played a joke on scott by putting glitter in his helmet. So when he put it on it covered his head. How much we sweat during training, the glitter would stick to your skin and not come. Scott didnt think that was funny and he blew a gasket. That was known as glif erttergate. Scott participated in urban shield every year which is a s. W. A. T. Competition. He competed in it several times. When he wasnt competing, he was an evaluator, critiquing teams performances, making them better. Im going to show you a short clip. This is the end of one of our sru training days. This day was long and grueling and went well into the night. Everyone was tired, bodies hurt ing ing, we were in our armored car, this one right here leaving the training site. Tony . Warm touching warm reaching out touching me touching you sweet caroline good times never seemed so good so good so good so good ive been inclined to believe there never would thats aungn example of what a leader like scott brought to this team. Even though we were extremely tired, we were in great spirits and you saw the clip. Aside from being a great police officer, scott was a great friend mentor and motivator. He was helping me prepare for an upcoming sergeants test. We had plans of working side by side again. We had lots of plans. Tony, can you put the pictures up . This is scott at my wedding in cancun. We had a trip planned to go back soon. He would hate those pictures. I will forever cherish the times we had both on and off duty the last tears, sweat and pain we went through together will never be forgotten. I even cherished the disagreements and arguments weve had over the years. The department the sru team and the community will never be the same. Scott loved the Hayward Police department, and was proud to be here. Last photo, tony . Today we say farewell to you, scott, also known as butter cornfed, skippy lunger, and the breath. May you forever rest in peace, your Warrior Spirit will live on. We will take it from here. For all hes done for the hayward community, the Hayward Police department and Law Enforcement, lets give a round of applause for Sergeant Scott lunger. [ applause ] scott had this notion or emotion when things were done and it was time to go he would simply do this. Time to go. Thank you. I would like to introduce members of scotts family paul lunger, sarin lunger Ashton Lunger and mike lunger. Son has a word with many means. A friend a buddy, someone to laugh with and play ball with someone to encourage, comfort, protect, teach, and to enjoy. You, scott, were my son and my sunshine. You brightened my days. You were born bald skinny, 21 inches long with the biggest ears i have ever seen. Your mother and i wondered if you would walk or fly. [ laughter ] you didnt crawl, you mostly scooted around so i nicknamed you scooter. The awkward years, talk gangly skinny fairskinned and whitish hair a bleached version of your older brothers. He nicknamed you old man. Our home was the unofficial dublin teen center lots of friends who remained bonded together to this day. They all came. Your younger sister celery had you as her selfappointed body guard. You kept her teasing older brothers at bay. God held anyone who came between you and your sis. Watching that little towheaded ram buns kid running and laughing always brought a smile to my face and pride to my heart. Growing up we always have friendly competitions. Scott was very competitive who caught the biggest fish who could run faster even the neighborhood touch Football Games at the park. He always tried to beat me at everything, including pranks. You and i both hated public speaking, and here i am standing in oracle arena in front of a few and closest intimate friends and family members. You finally got me. As i stand here and reflect on your life my heart is breaking for all the things we planned on doing together like as games. Your as, my giants. Fishing trips to Jackson Meadows, and cowboys in idaho. Memories of all the good times we had together are helping me get through this. I look forward to our weekly calls and texts to catch up talk about the kids and family just stuff like that. But mostly to be there for each other in good times and in bad times. No matter what you always respected my opinion. Know matter what you always respected my opinions and help. I was your dad, and you will always be to me my little boy. Is remember when my friends took you and todd camping to Jackson Meadows when you guys were 12 and 14 years old. While we were setting up camps, you guys asked, hey, dad, can we take the do you know buggy for ydune buggy for a spin . Reluctantly after i made sure you were belted in i let you go. But i said as long as todd drives, and you stay in sight. In about 15 minutes, i didnt hear the dune buggy anymore. I looked up the road here you guys come crying scratched, dirty, one of you was limping. Stu said now, dad, they look like theyre alive, dont scold them. I said, okay. What happened, guys . Todd was first to say, scott did it he drove us off the road. When we found the buggy, sure enough it was in a ditch, broken windshield broken headlight you scott were shaking your head ill never drive again, ill never drive again. He did that a lot. So what did you do . He got into a career that requires you expertly operate a Motor Vehicle at high rates of speed while talking on the radio and looking at a computer screen. Scott, you were a talented electrician, you had a successful career with the ibew local, and about 30, you told me you wanted to enter the police academy. I wasnt too concerned. I thought at age 30 there was no way you would make it. Especially with all of those young studs, but to my surprise you passed and were accepted and i was a very, very proud dad. Ever since then ive been preparing myself for this day, as parents do. We talked about my concern for your safety a lot, and you always said dad, dont worry, when its your time to go you cant do a thing about it. Its in gods hands. Well your time to go came way too soon. A son is supposed to bury his dad, not the other way around. I want you to know the whole country knows who you are, scott. You became the man that every proud father and parent hopes their child will become humble ethical, honest brave, caring generous, a leader with integrity, and a great sense of humor humor. Couldnt sing for a damn. And these words arent just from me but from the men and women you worked with and from the community you served. You may have dropped the gauntlet, but with your help and training you have inspired others to pick up the gauntlet and to carry on in your spirit. You were and you are our guardian angel, my son, Sergeant Scott lunger. [ applause ] my dad is the bravest man i know. My favorite thing to tell other people about myself is that my dad is a police officer. I bragged about him to everyone because i was so proud to have such an amazing person as a dads. When my sister and i were younger, my dad told us that when he left to work he turned into tarzan. It took me years to figure out that he actually didnt swing on trees, but he went to work. But he is tarzan. He has and always will be my hero. Ever since my dad was a kid, his dream was to be a police officer. Even though he sold my horse when he went to the police academy, im so proud he made his dream a reality. He was the best role model a kid could have. He taught me the importance of hard work and finishes what you started. He taught me how to be strong. He taught me how to be independent, and the importance of always standing up for what is right. He also showed me what being a bad ass looked like both on the baseball diamond and in his uniform. Despite the serious cop face he tried to always put on he acted like a little kid most of the time. He and i always made jokes and pranks on my mom and sister. I think he was more excited for our annual disneyland trip than i was, and i can always count on him for weekly trips to baskin robbins. He was an avid ice cream love and always adamant to get our dog his own scoop of ice cream. My dade gave me undid notal love even when i was actsing like a bratty teenager which is often. We always had a special bond no matter what dumb thing he did or mean thing i said we could never stay truly mad at each other. As i have gotten older, ive noticed that most of my characteristics and way of thinking is exactly like my dad. I went on a ridealong with my dad one time. Its one of my favorite memories. He was so excited to show me what he did every day at work and introduce me to all the other guys. It was obvious he truly loved what he did. Every time a new call came over the radio, he looked like a kid in a candy shop. I was in such awe of him that day, and i only saw a small part of what he did and what he was capable of. My discardad wasnt afraid to die. We talked about it a lot. He always said dying is a part of life and the only thing we can do is enjoy every day we get. I think that my dad always knew Something Like this was going to happen. I truly believe if he had to go this was the only honorable way for it to happen. Even though the pain of missing him will never go away i know that my mom, my sister and my family will survive this. Because we were the luckiest people in the world to have him in our lives, a warrior. He showed us what it means to be strong, and his strength will always be with us. Dad, i love you so much. I will miss your laugh. I will miss our ice cream trips. I will miss you making me run into the ocean with our clothes on in 50degree weather. I will miss your hugs and miss you telling me everything will be okay. Thank you for being the best possible dad you could be. You were my dad, and no one will ever be able to take that away from me. Rest easy, dad. I love you. Im a little shorter. Dad, hey, what are you doing . Of course youre at work. No, im sick at school my classes didnt work. Im just tired of it. Yeah, i know. Its all worth it. I mean i have 20 until i get paid on friday. Could use some gas. Thank you. Yeah have a good night. Love you, bye. Thats how our conversations usually go. I wish we could still have those pointless conversations about nothing except the same thing we talked about yesterday. I wish i could heard your voice. I would give anything to have you yell at me one more time for being late. I wish i never was, because now i realize how precious those seconds and minutes could have been with you. I could have had yet again the same exact conversation about my Future School work and finally you just telling me how proud you were of me and sarah. But i could have also taken that time to make sure you knew how proud i was of you. Sill i never told you enough. You could ask any of my friends how i introduced you, and it was always, yeah my dad, hes the sergeant for hayward pd and hes a sniper on the s. W. A. T. Team. Yeah, hes a bad ass. But i dont need to tell you that because if anyone thought you were cool, it was yourself. [ laughter ] but i never told you enough how you were my godgiven hero. Do you know what its like to say, yeah that awesome guy on the tv needs to say about all those people . Thats my dad. Or yeah guess what . My dad was chasing someone at like 100 Miles Per Hour and he tried to stop them in the car, but he ran into a house. [ laughter ] those little stories you told me when you could meant the world and more to me. How many peoples can look around a room and every Single Person can say, dang your dad was the warrior. You never stopped you fought day in and day out for what you believe in. You made whatever sacrifice, including the ultimate sacrifice, to make this world and mine a better and safer place. You had the courage and the determination to do the things no one else would, because earp just you were just that guy. And thats how most people see a warrior, but when i look at you, i see a different warrior. I see the warrior who didnt care how tired he was, but after we had dinner we got ice cream. I see the warrior who was so competitive that not even his own daughter could stop him. From the first time you took me to the softball field in fifth grade and threw that very first pitch that landed me my first swollen cheek and black eye, where i promised i would never play softball ever again, to my last game my senior year of high school when you coached for the other team and called the pitch that landed me my shattered finger and told me to sit back on the bench because you guys were winning. [ laughter ] i see the warrior that highfived me after i punched a guy in the face for getting too handsy in a water polo game because you dont mess with the great scotts daughter. I see the warrior who worked so many extra hours to the point of delusional exhaustion just so i could go to a concert with my friends. I see the warrior who sent me the hard eight drunk driving crashes or the video of the crackedout lady because thats not the life you had planned for us and youre going to make damned sure you scared us to not even do them or talk about them. I see the warrior who sat in the passenger seat while teaching me to drive a stick and didnt scream or yell at me every time i missed the clutch. But above all, i see the warrior who ultimately gave his life to god, doing what he does best whether it be the warrior that i saw in jeans and as gear or the warrior i sauce in hi blues, you gave me everything and more. I always see the warrior that no amount of words can ever begin to summarize just how great you are. Im sure you heard me tell you how mad i am at you right now, and see you waiting for a response when i asked why . Because this isnt fair. This is pain that you cant put into words, because its just not real and im so angry when i have to realize that it is. Because you were my best friend and no little girl should ever have to say goodbye to her heroic best friend, but dad, this isnt goodbye and i also need to thank you. Not for all the things i explained, but for the people you picked out in my life. You always knew this was going to happen but you made sure that my sister and i were well taken care of. You and god had a plan. While i was sitting in a room full of amazing people i finally realized what you left me. Not only did you leave me with willpower, strength determination, love and many other outstanding qualities, but you left me with people. Throughout my life you and god went through and picked out the most Extraordinary Group of guys that could each represent a part of you. I selfishly woke up one morning and started freaking out, because i didnt know who i was going to call when i caught some or who i could call when mom told me no but most of all, i didnt know who was going to wall me down the aisle or love all my kids that are going to be too damned cute to put down. These guys arent my dad, and they cant ever replace you, but i know when i need a good laugh, you gave my uncle mike. When i need someone to put me in my place, and really put me in my place, you left chris and mike. Im sure you left someone to love me for the rest of my life and i pray you did a good job at that one, because we both know im a handful. There are many other people you have placed in my life i cant even begin to thank you enough. They can tell mu the words you would have said. Right now im sure you would be saying ashton you talk too much ashton lower your voice, and i know they will continue to tell me how much you loved sarah and i, and how much you couldnt be any more proud of us. I hope i continue to make you proud every day here on out, just like you made me. Our time was far too short, but the memories you gave me are irreplaceable. I hope you, bubba, joey and god are doing some pretty cool warriortype things up there. Ill miss you more than i can ever put into words. I love you, dad. Thanks for being everything a little girl needed in a warrior. Rest easy. My dear little brother, for as long as i can remember wanted to do what i did. What interested me interested you. You always followed me copying what i did. If it was High School Football in my jersey number 2, when i graduated, you chose to wear number 2. I wanted to become an electrician, like dad p. Follow in his footsteps, so i went through the apprenticeship program. You did, too. But i did not understand why you wanted to be a police officer. We never talked about your experiences much because you didnt want me to worry. About you. You wanted to protect me p. And you does, little brother. You always looked up to me but over the last few days ive heard some Amazing Stories from your brothers and sisters in Law Enforcement. They looked up to you. Honest compassionate, hardworking giving of yourself loving fearless eager to serve others. Well little brother, the tables have turned. It is your big brother who now looks up to you. I always did, but you today are my special hero. Your new jersey number is number 1. I will never forget the times you and i spent playing golf laughing and joking all the way through the 18th hole and onto the 19th. Im going to miss those special times. Two little kids once again. We loved each other, and were never shy to say so. Little brother, its been an honor, and more than an unimaginable privilege to be your brother, to be given such a Priceless Gift from god. I have been your big brother, but you always had my back, and i had yours. When i needed something, you were there to help. This past week i heard repeatedly that you did the same for others as well. So many of your brothers and sisters in Law Enforcement want to emulate you. There are no answers to why, but i know this heaven is a richer place today. The only way for me to give you up, little brother, is to hold tight to the priceless memories and say goodbye. Goodbye until we meet again. Scott was also a softball coach. He was a Freedom High School assistant softball coach. Monday evening there was a candlelight vigil for him. Coach brook russo, who i know very well, held a candlelight vigil at freedom high. Just before that morning, 3 15 there was a text from scott to coach russo, and he said hey, i just got back. Ive got to take a nap. Ive got to go to work and in the morning when i get home ill call you. And we will get some breakfast and ill get to see that baby. My little brother was always reaching out a baby celebration. It meant something to him. He never got to see coach russos baby. Coach and coach ruoe russo and the teams are here, theyre among us. This was the toughest last two weeks that my family has ever gone through, but the support that weve had from our dear friends and our new brothers and sisters has been amazing. They have taken us in. They have been there for us. And the stories that we never got to hear and they shared with us what an honor and privilege it was, to hear how scott was. Such is one that shared something with me that scott was a jokester. Scott would work the latenight shifts early into the morning, and he would be passed out in his desk mouth wide open and somebody would come and stick a doughnut in his mouth. Thats my cops like doughnuts, huh . They knew a lot, but like i said the things we learned about scott being in s. W. A. T. And all the other activities that he was so involved in always giving up himself, such a professional. So many of guys that looked up to him, youll carry that on. I know you will. I know you will. I want to encourage you. Theres going to be times that we all have bad times and, i know, ive been there. It might be an argument and we go off to work mad. Never let that go. Hold that dear one who loves you. Tell them you love them. Theres no argument. Theyre small matters. These people love you. Go out there and do what you need to do to serve, and put that aside. Lives on the line its really true for brothers and sisters in Law Enforcement. Lives on the line each and every day. Routine traffic stops, no such thing as a routine traffic stop. I think that will all echo in all of you. It will never be the same. Scott did everything from what i hear perfect. It was meant to be. Scott was careful. He was not a cowboy well maybe he was. Ill bet you didnt know that scott was a minister. Yes, and so are all of you. The bible says you are ministers of god for good. The community does not always recognize that ministers of good for god. Thank you, and this community thank you. We all thank you for what you do each and every day to protect us, to police to take care of us that we may rest assured that we can sleep at night. I salute you. Scott loved being a cop. He gave and he gave, and he gave some more. All give some some give all. Scott now joins of ranks of those of your brothers and sisters who have given all. In conclusion and now as god said be of good courage. You are ministered of god for good. As you left i pray that you do so with courage and confidence in memory of my little brother, and your brother, Sergeant Scott paul lunger. And all of your other fallen brothers and sisters. Shay my wife and i will be prays for you more earnestly. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for your service. This morning when i was getting up i dont know who brought it but its so true for my family and im going to keep that precious to me. I dont want i dont know what tomorrow holds, but i know who holds tomorrow. Thank you. Thank you for what you do and thank you for everyone being here and honoring my little brother. Thank you very much. [ applause ] at this time id like to invite christine warcheck to come forward and sing heaven needed an angel