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Author: Edward Englett

Navy Buddies

One cold, dark winters night, my young protégé Andy and I were in the D.U.I. UNIT patrolling Douglas County. Andy was a young jailer or radio operator at that time.  Andy decided to take the fast track to patrol, much the way I did. He

Nathan’s Story Part 3

After the hard cell flood, Nathan was moved to the Hospital cell. We had turned off the water in the Hospital cell. Concrete floor, iron walls, iron bars, and a cold steel bunk attached to the wall. The Sheriff’s orders were for Nathan not to

Nathan’s Story Part 2

I finally got off the night shifts after a year and a half. My love life would finally improve. This happened in about the summer/fall of 1980. I worked with the Chief Jailer, Sgt. George G. The night shift jailer consisted of one jailer working

Nathan’s Story Part 1

Nathan Teal was Douglasville/Douglas County’s Ernest T. Bass. He was short, thin, and appeared to be in his forties. Nathan was a homeless man. Everywhere he went, he caused turmoil. His family had given up on taking him in. Nathan was not your typical drunk

Billy

I was fresh outta High School in the summer of 1976. My parents said, “College or work?” I chose work. My first job was for Fitzgerald’s Gas and the station manager, Billy T. I was employed as a gas pumper. Check your oil? After a

Sip, and the Tackle

One day, the radio gave the Zone 1 deputy a call of a heated “10-16” (domestic) in the duplexes off Highway 5. “Sip” acknowledged the call and Sgt. Eddie immediately told me to respond to the call as backup. Allen said he would cover our

EDL Well Done

This story is about Douglas County Sheriff Earl D. Lee. I recall one day in the summer of 1988 when I was entering the Sheriff’s Office in the daytime! I entered through the Patrol Entrance to the New County jail, built in 1983. Now, this

Hang on Otis Part 3

There was no graded area, just woods, and paved streets. The only way out was through me. I had slowly entered the subdivision with Otis when I saw the first side street to my left. As I got to the side street, I saw the

J.B.’s Story Part 2

By the summer of 1985, I had impressed the higher-ups with my Patrol duties. I was in the running for a Traffic Unit spot. The Sheriff’s Office received a “Grant of Funds” from the FEDS and the State of Georgia for a 4-man Traffic Unit.

Frank

One cold winter morning on my day shift patrol, I started east on my patrol rounds checking businesses. Allen went south, and I went straight east on Bankhead Highway to start in downtown Lithia Springs. (Zone 2 = two deputies.) It was winter and still