Deputy Sheriff Donald J. DeMeulle

Deputy Sheriff Donald J. DeMeulle

San Bernardino County Sheriff's Department, California

End of Watch Thursday, July 31, 1986

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Donald J. DeMeulle

Deputy DeMeulle was killed when the helicopter he was riding in crashed into Silverwood Lake. The helicopter became entangled in high-powered power lines and fell into the lake. Deputy DeMeulle sustained severe head injuries and was trapped in the helicopter as it became submerged. The pilot, who suffered a broken back, made several heroic attempts to dive into the water and free Deputy DeMeulle's seatbelt.
Deputy DeMeulle had been with the agency for seven years and was survived by his wife and two young chidlren.


  • Age 29
  • Tour 7 years
  • Badge Not available

Incident Details

  • Cause Aircraft accident

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I was stationed in Hawaii and flew with Don in the 3/4 Cavalry. We were kids really... living the dream! Flying the hawaiian islands... playing on the beach and spending too much time at the officers club. Don's kids were very young then. Our first formal event required the newest officer to the troop to memorize and recite a poem and that was Don. I think of Don often, his smile and the twinkle in his eye and hope his children have found peace and happiness. Here is the poem Don recited. - Fiddlers' Green

Halfway down the trail to Hell, In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped, Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place Is known as Fiddlers’ Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers, Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.
Though some go curving down the trail To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell Ere he’s emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.
And so when man and horse go down Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp, And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers’ Green.

Mike Coverdale CW2
Stick Buddy

November 28, 2021

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