Police Officer Dale E. Barkley Columbia Police Department South Carolina Tuesday, January 27, 1981  Leave a Reflection  Return to Memorial  Print This Page  Continue Building Book  Page: 1 of 1

MOTORCYCLIST WE RIDE TOGETHER ALWAYS MAIN&GERVAIS PAUSING TO REFLECT YOU WITH LOVE PRIDE BROTHERS

WILLIE HAMPTON
FRIEND OF CPD
2009-10-21

Uncle Dale,
I was 5 years old when our family tragedy happened and you were taken from us. We still mourn your passing and think of you all the time. You were a wonderful man, and a wonderful policeman. You were and still are the pride of the Barkley name. You would be proud to look down from Heaven and see your son following in his dad's footsteps in the military and to see what a wonderful man and father he has become. We despise the fact that you are not here to be able to hold your grandchild and to hold your son, and mother. We miss you so much it hurts. I still tell my children about their brave great-uncle and how he died in the line of duty. You protected us and everyone around you. That is just who you were. It pains me to have lost you so young, but I know where you are and that we will all be together one day on the streets of gold. I love you and miss you. Your niece, Kristen

Kristen Barkley Emmons
Niece
2009-07-14

"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
2007-11-16

It's been 26 years now and I still remember your advice when I first started in this profession. Thank you for taking me under your wing and your guidance for the short time I knew you. I also remember responding to the scene and having to deal with what had occurred, the vigil at the hospital and all that followed. You may gone but you have not been forgotten.

Sgt. W. J. Meyer (Retired)
Columbia Police Department
2007-02-28

Rest in Peace Motorman. You are not forgotten.

Motor Officer Danny Johnson
Metro Nashville Police Dept.
2007-01-27

The policeman stood and faced his God,which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, policeman. How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?
The policeman squared his shoulders and said.
"No, I guess I ain't because those of us who carry a badge can't always be a Saint."
I've had to work most Sundays
and at times my talk is rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep...
though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got to steep.
And I never passed a cry for help
though at times I shook with fear,
and sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand,
I never expected or had too much, but if you don't...I'll understand"
There was a silence all around the throne where the Saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne you burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets.
You've done your time in Hell"

G. Houston
South Carolina
2003-09-19

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. REST IN PEACE BROTHER.

CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RETIRED
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.