Wednesday, October 01, 2003
I don't know if I should say something about this. I know that some of you don't know to whom I am referring and others might not see the need for me to write this. But I feel the need to write this. A man died this week, a man I knew. I have to write about him.
Speak Softly, Bow Head
William Robinson the third, decorated policeman of 22 years died Tuesday in a shooting accident. Apparently, he was cleaning his service weapon and it discharged into his chest. A gun cleaning kit and his own personal gun was near the body.
I don't understand that, he didn't seem like the type of person that would clean a gun recklessly. He was a smart man and a good police officer. He had recently received two Chief's Commendation Medals for his service. Including staking out the Tennessee River causeway on Thanksgiving Day with Officer Robert Pete to watch for a suspect vehicle that contained a kidnapped woman and her two abductors. They stopped the car and questioned the suspects. Thus saving the victim.
He started a bicycle registration program to help return stolen bikes to their owners. He was in charge of the Decatur Police Departments fleet of vehicles, keeping records of maintenance and the like.
He had a wife Janet and sons Matthew, 13 and Andrew 10.
And when last I talked to him, he was planning on taking them to see a movie soon.
He worked security at my job, not the worlds most pleasant job. Dealing with kids and people that don't know how to behave.
He was our backup for the people we couldn't control. The voice of authority in a sea of chaos.
He was a good policeman, a good man, and I will miss him.