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Photograph: Deputy Sheriff William Allen Nalley
Patch image: Charleston County Sheriff's Office, South Carolina

Deputy Sheriff William Allen Nalley
Charleston County Sheriff's Office
South Carolina
Sunday, June 7, 1992

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Bill, we sure do miss you. I can't believe it has been 17 years. I visit your mom often. She is one of my best friends. I will always take care of her for you. We talk about you often....

Romona

2009-07-17


It's been a long time since we searched those woods and finally found you and Buddy. I don't think there is a single time a copter goes by that I don't think of you two.
I miss you my friend.

Bruce Orr - Sergeant / Retired

2009-03-11


"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
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

2007-11-16


Thank You for serving my home - Charleston, S.C.

Maj M. B. Parlor
USMC / LAPD

2007-06-07


14 years and you are still on my mind. I can still remember some of the crazy antics we use to pull and put grey hairs on Sgt Cripps's head., One day my friend I will see you again.

FTI Beutler
Friend

2006-11-27


Rest in peace sir. Thank you for your service.

Shannon
Collins Fire Dept. (Mississippi)

2006-08-30


You are still sadly missed my friend. May you forever rest in peace.

Detention Officer Teresa Beutler
Charleston County Sheriff Office

2005-04-16


MAY GOD BLESS. REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER.

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


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