Patrolman Billy W. Blackwell

Patrolman Billy W. Blackwell

Lewisburg Police Department, Tennessee

End of Watch Saturday, February 1, 1975

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Billy W. Blackwell

Patrolman Billy Blackwell was shot and killed from ambush by a man as he was responding to a disturbance on Fourth Avenue in Lewisburg at 6:30 am.

The 60-year-old suspect was convicted of second-degree murder and sentenced to 60 years on June 19, 1975. In November of 1977, he was retried and sentenced to 75 years for second-degree murder. His request for a third trial was denied in 1986. He died in prison on January 30, 1989.

Patrolman Blackwell was a United States Vietnam War veteran and had served with the Lewisburg Police Department for 10 months. He was survived by his wife, daughter, parents, two sisters, and two brothers, who also served in law enforcement.


  • Age 27
  • Tour 10 months
  • Badge Not available
  • Military Veteran

Incident Details

  • Cause Gunfire
  • Incident Date Not available
  • Weapon Gun; Unknown type
  • Offender Died in prison

ambush, disturbance

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> >
> > Charles Buchanan
> > They may have been a brother,a sister or a friend…they rise again declaring
> > the legacy of men.
> >
> > Born in wombs of freedom they fell in distant lands; they come again
> > rejoiceing where the flag of liberty stands.
> > We live again to honor,they live again to proclaim the unity gained by
> > courage and hopes eternal flame.
> > They rise again from the ashes of historys sonnet of grief,their love of
> > country proud and deep…the bonds beyond belief.
> > But singing songs of valor they fought yet sought no gain…to stand before
> > the gates of freedom to give this nation its name:
> >
> > They rise again united,and from histories bloody rod,have given us their
> > blessing;
> >
> > No one knows what toil waits in front of wide st. peters gates,
> > I only know that death shall flee because sweet love hath lifted me.
> > In an instant,pain long abideing will kneel toward angels and there
> > confideing-endless joy and choirs singing-a greater harvest to heaven
> > bringing.
> > No one knows the saviors test,until one moment in life he is blest,
> > so on that day he takes us home we will know we never walked alone.
> > Then shall I ever sing and dance and see all living as a second chance.
> >
> > God gives us time between birth and our end-to share his love,to make a
> > friend…to seek the truth in that great amen.
> > To love his creatures great and small and see all subject to his call.
> >
> > No one knows the hurt in your soul,but at the opening of gods holy
> > scroll-at the end of your dreams there is only bliss,and the fathers
> > eternal gentle kiss.
> > I have been a warrior without a sword and fought by lofty prose and
> > strength of his word-no one can ever take those away-
> >
> > they toll a vast echo as I go on my way.
> > Charles h Buchanan 111
> >
> > 12:38pm
> > Charles Buchanan
> > I found a gift not laid near a tree,
> > A breath of new life descending on me,
> > As I had prayed for others-unknown neighbors, long -forgotten friends,
> >
> > ...Christ’s love returned to heal me as I prayed this prayer to him:
> > “Send me an angel to help me proclaim,
> > The truth of God’s word to all ill and maimed,
> > To all who are homeless, no warmth from a manger,
> > A hug from a friend or praise from a stranger,
> >
> > Who sit in silence, hurt and decay,
> > I pray that CHRISTMAS will find them today,
> > Send them all gifts that make them FEEL,
> > That no system of men may hide or steal,
> > Send them dignity wrapped in bright light,
> > In a home near a fireside, where friends are in sight.
> >
> > I pray that this CHRISTMAS will give all a place,
> > Under trees of good wishes, kindness and grace.
> > A prayer returned will heal all wounds,
> > And build in us mansions with no empty rooms.
> > By Charles Buchanan

> > have you passed a stranger on a cold and darkened street,
> > his eyes moistened and blurry before the tears drop to his feet,
> > this is the time of sorrow,between the need and the prayer,that we should
> > act as one to another to shelter the despair.
> >
> > to tell them that this would be you if you had not taken the time to stop
> > and listen to gods voice with your youth still left to shine.
> > have you prayed without shareing a simple act of faith or cast a burden
> > from your heart only to dwell in a lonelier place.
> > If you have seen the face of despair the result of the callous creed,it is
> > because you have not cried,nor spared a moment for those in need.
> >
> > miracles do not live in a vacuum or a closet filled with prayers,they live
> > in the heart of action between mans hope and tears.


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May 30, 2023

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