Officer Down Memorial Page

I knew Bill and Gwen when we lived in Page. They were the first people I met there, and they welcomed me into their lives with open arms. Bill had a terrific sense of humor, and loved peanut butter. Indeed, that was his call name.

One of my favorite stories was of the time he stopped me while I was pulling a houseboat to Lake Powell. I must admit I rarely had the right permits, and paid little attention to road signs. I had a guy working for me who was driving behind the boat - a 48x14 foot wide. He had a siren in his truck. I turned onto the highway which runs between the Visitor Center and the Wahweap marina, and heard a siren. I thought it was Tom. Then...a deep voice came over the loudspeaker, "Martha, this is the Lord speaking." It was Bill. He came up to the truck and said he couldn't see who was at the head of the operation but had a pretty good idea when I took the corner at the Visitor's Center.

His death was crushing, and the loss to his family and friends beyond compare. I still think of him frequently, as well as Gwen and the girls. All best wishes to those who knew him.

Martha Miller, MD
friend
February 1, 2012

This morning on our radio show in Grand Junction, Colorado, we were talking about how Burger King is looking at offering delivery. That reminded me of the unique friendship/kinship Bill and I had in Flagstaff, and brought me to this site. Back when we lived in Flag, Bill's very caring wife Gwen, was concerned that he eat more of a healthy diet than the fast food he had an affinity for. But...there were times we just had to sneak off and have some of the forbidden food. I'll never forget the time he and I went through the BK drive through in Flag, and took the banned bag of burgers out to one of the viewpoints close by...it was great great bonding moment. Bill had an amazing depth of spiritual life and understanding, a great combination of gravity with big laughter, and a love for his family that was incomparable. He was a great example to this young Dad. I know Bill would be and is, very pleased with how life turned out, and how Gwenn and the girls have thrived with Gary at the helm.

Honored to know the man,

David Combs,
Former brother-in-law

David Combs
former brother in law to Bill
January 18, 2012

Your heroism and service is honored today, the thirty -first anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.


I pray for solace for all those who called Bill beloved for I know both the pain and pride are forever. Death ends a life, not a relationship, and this adage is certainly evidenced by the reflections left in memory of Bill.
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Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater, PPD, eow 4/24/05
November 19, 2011

To the Murie family...........I am pleased to see you found this site. I had classes with Bill at NAU and enjoyed his company. I rode with Bill a few times when I was a DPS reserve officer, and was a DPS officer when he died. I was shocked at the news. I always knew Bill was a great family man. He had pictures of his wife and kids on his visor. He spoke of you all often. I have never forgotten this, and it is the most important thing about Bill. He had a saying across the speedometer of his patrol car that he had made with a label maker. It said, "God has everything under control." I thought of that many times over the years while on patrol and thinking about Bill and his tragic death. Great to hear you all have coped and made a great life in spite of the tragedy. He was a great guy, but you already knew that.

Robert Nibecker
Riverside (CA) PD (Retired)
August 24, 2011

One of the prime measures of a father, mother and family is the enduring and honorable qualities that carry forward in that family. So it is in this Murie / McCaleb family and I am honored too to have Eryn in our family.

Ross McGary
Father-in-law to Eryn
July 5, 2011

Nearly 31 years have come and gone since that fateful late afternoon when the phone call came that Bill had been hit by a passing vehicle while assisting at an accident near the rest area just south of what is now Anthem. I was in Kingman, in bed with a difficult pregnancy, staying with Bill's parents. He was enroute the Police Academy for his second week of being a counselor for the next group of patrolmen. He'd spent the weekend with me and the twins. We'd just finished up a mindless game of UNO before he left the house. We always wonder, in retrospect, how that time perhaps could've been spent more productively, more memorably. I don't remember who won that last game. I only remember the darkness that descended upon me and Bill's folks and that the twins, being only 3, were totally oblivious. At the time, I was hemorrhaging. Dad had propped the lower end of the bed up on a stack of magazines to inhibit the inevitable flow of blood. He and Mom left for Phoenix, as Bill was in critical condition at St. Joseph's.
The next day, a patrol car arrived to escort Krista and Eryn and me to the airport where the governor's airplane waited to take us to Phoenix. Two days later, Bill died, having never regained consciousness. My father, who loved Bill like his own son, died later that afternoon. He had been very ill for many months and in a Mesa hospital at the time. The news of Bill's death was just too much for him. I miscarried 6 days later. The funerals were held a day apart and since it was Thanksgiving, my mom's backyard where our family gathered that afternoon was filled with flowers...a very surreal memory. There is now a memorial just south of Anthem off of the southbound onramp. My husband of 28 years (Gary McCaleb)and I always take a wreath at Christmas and flowers on Nov. 19. The pain never goes away. His absence will always be that...absence. His little daughters have grown into awesome, beautiful women. We have much to be grateful for. And foremost in all of our minds is that he never intended to leave.

Gwenn Murie McCaleb
wife
March 8, 2011

Dick and Julie Murie,

I have worked with you both for many years and you are dear friends. I am devistated by your loss. I am very proud of your son Kevin who was my Explorer and is now an officer. God Bless you all. Love you.

Officer Denise Ossarnna
Cottonwood PD
January 16, 2009

Dad, I never stop missing you. KM

Krista McCaleb
November 23, 2008

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service

Pat Van Den Berghe, Manchester, NH
Neighbors for a Better Manchester, NH
November 27, 2007

"The Badge"
He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.
He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.
Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.
He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.
His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.
He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.
And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.
But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.
Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.
Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.
So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.
In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.
Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.
Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
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and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC
November 14, 2007

Rest in Peace, Officer Murie. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169
March 14, 2007

Even though I have never met my uncle, I hope I can live up to his name. He is missed and will always be thought of as a hero.

Officer Kevin Murie
Cottonwood Police Department
December 11, 2006

I never got to meet my Uncle, but from the rest of my family I hear was a good man and a great father. He is missed.

SrA Murie, Christopher
Uunited States Air Force
February 26, 2006

May God bless you and your family. Semper Fi.

AZDPS
November 18, 2005

Another officer gone to soon! We remember. Keep your hand over us as we continue with your memory.

Narcotics Sergeant
AZDPS
November 10, 2005

Even though I was only three years old when my daddy, William Murie, was killed, I remember how much he loved Mom, and how he would cuddle with my sister and me. He was a great daddy, and he will always be deeply loved and missed.

Eryn McGary
February 23, 2005