 | Deputy Sheriff Harvey L. Middleton
Berkeley County Sheriff's Department
South Carolina
Sunday, May 11, 1975 |
I was only six(6) yrs of age when my uncle was killed. I used to struggle to remember him but thats all I have to do is look at his daughter and son, as well as my dad, to see the resemblance. I go to the grave site, clean the tomb stone up, and pay my respects and still I ask myself " Do I remember his
face and the things he use to do when I was six. Well I might not remember his face completely, but I remember him in my heart. He also had this car,sorta like the one on the show Dukes of Hazards, that he loved and wouldn't the kids get near it. I remember my uncle in my heart forever and a day and I know that he watches over his kids and wife(Ella Middleton) Until me meet again on the other side, I love you
uncle Harvey!!! Officer David Middleton
Dept. of Corrections/ Uncle
2009-01-15
I was young 17 year old dispatcher at the BCSD the morning of Harvey's death. The local police chief got Harvey out of church to help him calm down the suspect who was Harvey's own cousin, but instead the suspect never gave Harvey a chance and shot him.
Harvey was one of the nicest, well trained and respected deputies in the region and continues to be missed by all who knew him.
Tell we meet again your friend,
David LtCol David Dorman, USAF
99th Security Forces Group, Nellis AFB, NV
2008-05-29
"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.
2007-07-09
It has been thirty-one years since the end of your watch. Thank you for your service to the citizens of Berkeley County. Rest in peace my brother. State Constable J.L. Green
S.C. State Constables
2006-05-11
MAY GOD BLESS.REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER. CHIEF RONNIE WATFORD-RETIRED
JEFFERSON POLICE DEPT,S.C.
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