Family, Friends & Fellow Officers Remember...

Your spirit is alive and well at the GFPD. Thanks for looking out for us.

Sgt.
GFPD

March 24, 2006

Shane, I got to meet your mom and dad this last weekend they were at the Chief's retirement. Very neat people. It's impressive to see they still follow us around up her in Great Falls. We still think of you and toast to you while at the City Bar, so close to where it all happened.

GFPD
Great Falls Police Department

March 14, 2006

On the day Shane was buried I was a Security Policeman at Malmstrom AFB. I stood on 10 Ave South and watched the funeral procession. I was deeply moved by the sense of brotherhood amongst police officers. I will never forget his name and his sacrifice. There were officers from many cities and Canada.

I graduated from University of Great Falls and Interned with GFPD. The men and women of the GFPD taught me a lot and have left an ever lasting impression on me.

I am now an Officer. With the help of my Chief we have formed an Honor Guard Unit. Our moto is:

In Honor Of Those Who Have Died....
Dedicated To Those Who Live And Serve.

Shane is and always will be apart of us. God Bless!

Officer K. Schander
Arlington P.D. Arlington, Wa

February 27, 2006

God bless you and your wife Officer Chadwick.Thank you for your service our explorer post will never forget you for your service and for what you have done.

explorer shaun chamberlain
great falls police department

February 22, 2006

When God Made Police Officers . . .

When the Lord was creating Police Officers, He was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

And the Lord said, "Have you read the requirements on this
order? A Police Officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform."

"They have to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day."

"They have to be in top physical condition at all times,
running on black coffee and half-eaten meals, and they have to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands . . . no way!!"

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before they ask, 'May I see what's in there, sir?'"
(when they already know and wish they'd taken that accounting job) "Another pair here in the side of their head for their partner's safety, and another pair of eyes here in front so they can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be alright, ma'am,' when they know it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the Police Officer very slowly. "Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet," said the Lord, "it can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes, recite Miranda warnings in its sleep, detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop . . . and still it keeps its sense of humor. This officer also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Police Officer. "There's a leak," she pronounced, "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."

"That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," He said.

ANNONYMOUS

February 17, 2006

When God Made Police Officers . . .

When the Lord was creating Police Officers, He was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared and said,
"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

And the Lord said, "Have you read the requirements on this
order? A Police Officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle their uniform."

"They have to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day."

"They have to be in top physical condition at all times,
running on black coffee and half-eaten meals, and they have to have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands . . . no way!!"

"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."

"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before they ask, 'May I see what's in there, sir?'"
(when they already know and wish they'd taken that accounting job) "Another pair here in the side of their head for their partner's safety, and another pair of eyes here in front so they can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be alright, ma'am,' when they know it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow."

"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the Police Officer very slowly. "Can it think?" she asked.

"You bet," said the Lord, "it can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes, recite Miranda warnings in its sleep, detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop . . . and still it keeps its sense of humor. This officer also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Police Officer. "There's a leak," she pronounced, "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."

"That's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.

"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."

"You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," He said.

ANNONYMOUS

February 17, 2006

God bless you and your family always. You are a true hero for your sacrifice and will never be forgotten by your entire police family.

DE
St. Louis City Police

August 14, 2005

Shane is my cousin, often referred to as the closest thing to a brother I never had. Shane experienced many different things in his short time with all of us but then it seemed that he had found his calling and was really proud of his accomplishments as a police officer. Not long before he was taken I helped his wife and he move into their new apartment in Great Falls. In the recent years many a friend has fallen in my line of work, some close and some only acquaintances however there will never be another that fell with such as loss as Shane. Family he is but the hardest part was he was fairly new to his job and such a friend to not only myself but also his family, an only child he was his father’s best friend and it was so unfortunate that he left us all.

Forever in our prayers and never forgotten.

MAJ Dean Denter

MAJ Dean Denter
US Army

June 20, 2005

It has been 10 years since that terrible night when we lost one of our best. I only had a few months to be blessed with your kindness and caring attitude to new people, this and the memory of you will never be forgotten. Just know that your loss was not in vain. I will never forget.

Sergeant
Great Falls Police Department

September 22, 2004

Rest easy, brother. You did not die in vain. You are not fogotten as long as the badge is pinned and a hero never dies. May your family know that we grieve with them as one of our own died that day. God bless us all.

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

September 7, 2003

Rest in peace brother...

THE POLICEMAN'S LAST ROLL CALL ...

THE POLICEMAN STOOD AND FACED HIS GOD, WHICH MUST ALWAYS COME TO PASS. HE
HOPED HIS SHOES WERE SHINING, JUST AS BRIGHTLY AS HIS BRASS. "STEP FORWARD
NOW, POLICEMAN. HOW SHALL I DEAL WITH YOU? HAVE YOU ALWAYS TURNED THE OTHER
CHEEK? TO MY CHURCH HAVE YOU BEEN TRUE?"

THE POLICEMAN SQUARED his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry badges can't always be a Saint. I've had to
work most Sundays, and at times my talk was rough, and sometimes I've been
violent because the streets are awfully tough. But I never took a penny that
wasn't mine to keep, though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills just
got to steep. And I never passed a cry for help, though times I shook with
fear. And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept many unmanly tears. I know I
don't deserve a place among the people here, they never wanted me around
except to calm their fear. If you've a place for me Lord, it needn't be so
grand. I never expected or had too much, but if you don't, I'll understand."

There was silence all around the throne where the Saints had often trod. As
the policeman waited quietly, for the judgement of his God. "Step forward
now, policeman, you've borne your burdens well. Come walk a beat on Heaven's
streets, you've done your time in hell."

Author Unknown

Deputy
Dane County Sheriff's Office, Wi

September 4, 2003

Rest in peace brother.

Police Officer
Burlington Township PD NJ

“For those who pledge to uphold it, Freedom requires a sacrifice the protected will never know”

I didn’t really know Shane, although we went to the same high school. He was older and ran with a different crowd. But Chester is a small town and we all seem to keep tabs on each other, someone always knows something. I remember when a friend of mine told me that Shane got hired at the PD in Great Falls, and I thought how cool, he IS, what I want to be. I was stationed in Germany when I got the word that Shane had been killed. My mom sent me the newspaper article. It was hard to know how to feel, because I really didn’t know Shane. I did not have a sense of loss, but I felt sad because he was someone I knew. But now, I am what Shane was, and I have a deeper sense of loss, for him and his family. I have a kinship to Shane that those of us who take the oath and wear the badge all share. Shane is and will forever be my brother.

Officer Matt Hofer
Yukon Police Department

God bless you and your wife Officer Chadwick.Thank you for your service. We will never forget you.

Explorer Justin Betts
Alameda County Sheriff's Office, CA

OUR DARK NIGHT

THE BIRDMAN’S IN THE ALLEY,HE’S FEEDING HIS FLOCK,
THE NOISE IS DISTURBING TO THOSE ON THE BLOCK,
A CALL TO THE CITY, …PLEASE SEND US YOUR BEST,
SHANE CHADWICK RESPONDS, HE’S WEARING HIS VEST,

SHANE PULLS UP IN THE ALLEY,HE’S TEN-TWENTY THREE,
IT’S JUST BEFORE DAWN AND IT’S STILL HARD TO SEE,
ALONE WITH THE BIRDMAN, THERE’S NO WAY TO TELL,
THE BIRDMAN IS CRAZY, WANTS TO SEE HIM IN HELL,

A WARM SIMPLE GREETING IS IN VAIN ON THIS MORN,
THE HALE OF GUNFIRE, THE FLESH THAT IS TORN,
"I’VE BEEN SHOT IN THE ALLEY", SEND SOME HELP
IF YOU CAN,
WE ALL RESPOND TO THE VERY LAST MAN,

WIDE OPEN’S MY THRODDLE MUCH FASTER THAN I SHOULD,
I SCREAM TO THE ALLEY TO HELP IF I COULD,
THE LOOKS ON THE FACES OF TITO AND AL,
TELL ME WE’RE TOO LATE, WE CAN’T SAVE OUR PAL,

SOMEHOW WE MANAGE TO DO WHAT WE MUST,
TO CAPTURE THE BIRDMAN HIS DOOR WE WILL BUST,
BOBBY WAS READY, HE BROKE THROUGH THE DOOR,
THE BIRDMAN WAS WAITING WITH WEAPOONS GALORE,

BOBBY WAS SAVED ON THAT DAY…FOR AWHILE,
SOON AFTER HE LEFT US, AND I MISS HIS BIG SMILE,
THE STANDOFF WENT ON FOR THE REST OF THE DAY,
UNTIL SNIPER’S BULLETS FINALLY TOOK HIM AWAY,

CURSED BE THE BIRDMAN AND ALL THAT HE DID,
AND CURSED BE THIS HATRED I LONG TO BE RID,
SHANE CHADWICK’S MEMORY, LET IT NOT BE IN VAIN,
FORGET NOT HIS BROTHERS, WITH OUR COLLECTIVE PAIN,

SO REMEMBER SHANE CHADWICK AND ALL THAT HE GAVE,
HE GAVE HIS LIFE HIS PEOPLE TO SAVE.

DAN NELSEN

Master Police Officer
Great Falls Police Department