Rome,Ga.- Saturday-June 10,1972.
I had given my best friend some of the 110 gr. Super Vels which he alternated in every other chamber of his Mod.10.
-Motorcycle Division. It had started raining early and he and another motor officer shared a car. After working a hit and run,they found the car at a location known to be the residence of a HUGE man. Two of his sons lived there also
and they all were trouble.They were grave diggers and house painters and had made open threats to police,and had stated several times that they would kill the next officer to come to their house.
Upon arrival the partner officer was interviewing one of the sons through the screen door,when he was invited in.
As he entered,he was attacked by the father who weighed over 350 lbs.,and the other son.He was beaten with a logging chain,his saftey strap came loose and his Mod.19 fell to the floor.
My friend rushed in to assist ,grabbed one of the sons(these were not kids but grown men) and slung him across the room. As this was happening the other son picked up the fallen Mod.19 and shot my friend in the abdomen,knocking him across the room. Before the gun had hit the floor there had been a fight over it,and Officer 1 was shot in the hand while holding the barrel,creating a large channel across the breadth of his palm.
The shooter threw the gun down and ran out the door.My friend was lying against a wall across the room. He had been hit with a 158gr. 357 lead semi wadcutter.
The father picked up the dropped gun and said"I'm going to shoot this one again."indicating the first officer.
My friend was able to draw his revolver and fire one round into the father just above the right kidney.It happened to be one of the Super Vels that cycled around. The bullet entered above the kidney travelled upward and barely broke through the skin at the top of the right shoulder.
Officer 1 stated later that when the giant was shot he fell straight backward,dead before he hit the floor,and when he did hit it shook the walls so bad that every picture on the walls fell to the floor. The second son ran,and Officer 1,severly wounded, made his way to the patrol car and called for help indicating an officer down.We did not have individual walkies then.
My friend died during transport to the hospital.It's still kind of hard to talk about this.
Point simply being that in this case the lightweight Super Vel did it's job well.And,unfortunately in this case,so did a heavy non expanding semi wadcutter magnum load.
We have the advantage of better ammo than either one today,but when a bullet actually enters a body,anything can happen.I learned this by attending and photographing autopsies of shooting victims for several years while in the detective division.
Last year I had the priveledge of walking with my friend's daughter to place the white rose on his marker at the annual Law Enforcement Officer's Memorial Observation. She was two years old when he was killed.
Harlow Douglas Meers
Rome Police Dept.
Rome,Ga.
Killed in the Line of Duty
June 10,1972
NEVER FORGET.