Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Bobby,

I'm sure you have been our guardian angel for the past 21 years. The children and I have been through so much that makes me know God had to give me a great angel to watch over us or we would not have gotten this far.
Nate started working at the Seneca Co. SO in Nov. of 2005 and just quit there last Friday 6/13/08 to take a position with the Fostoria Police Dept. He finally realized that city departments make better money that S.O.s! Rhea is doing great too. She is a fantastic cosmetologist and is still going to school to do more. Gloria is doing much better now too. You would be proud of your children.

We love you and miss you. I think about you all the time and wonder how you would feel seeing your children all grown up? When another officer is killed in the line of duty, I remember how hard those early years were. I remember seeing you at the hospital........ but I also remember how special you were and our wonderful life together.

I'll always love you Bobby,
Tammie

Tammie Elliott-Gehle
surviving spouse

June 19, 2008

YOU ARE REMEMBERED TODAY AND THANK YOU SIR FOR YOUR SERVICE AND DEDICATION, YOU ARE A HERO JUST BY THE PROFESSION YOU CHOSE.

VANDENBERGHE
MANCHESTER, NH

February 19, 2008

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

January 3, 2008

You will never be forgotten. You, sir are a true hero!!

LEO NC

February 25, 2007

A man remembered lives in eternity.

February 25, 2006

You are gone but never forgotten. Rest easy, brother as you have served with honor and distinction. We will continue the fight where you left off.

Deputy M. Moore
Warren County S.O. (OH)