Comments Delivered at Fallen Heroes Project Honoring Col. Malloy at Holmes CI
Updated to include photos of the event at bottom of the post.
Because COs and POs aren’t as high-profle as other law enforcement, they often get lost in the shuffle. They usually come to the forefront only when tragedy strikes.
But in my six years at DC I’ve always been impressed with how the staff and officers pull together – usually of their own organizing – in times of tragedy.
The Fallen Heroes Project that honored Col. Greg Malloy this past Saturday, September 17th was no exception and a fine example.
Here are comments that were delivered by Tim Mahler of Staff Development in Central Office. Peyton Malloy’s, Col. Malloy’s daugther, comments follow Tim’s.
They are some of the most moving I’ve ever read.
Fallen Heroes Project
Honoring Colonial Greg Malloy
September 17, 2011
Presented by Tim Mahler
Mrs. Malloy, Peyton, dear family members, personal friends, colleagues. To all of our honored guests, it is both gratifying and humbling to address you this afternoon.
It is on an occasion such as this that we are reminded of our responsibility to make something happen…every day… that makes America Great
And to give thanks…every day…for the Great Americans who came before us with courage and sacrifice.
Great men and women of every generation have sworn to protect this nation from all enemies foreign and domestic. Today, we pause to remember those who wage war against the enemies of peace, life and liberty.
We honor over 700,000 law enforcement and correctional officers serving our great nation in small communities and big cities, on the streets and behind the fence, wherever there is a threat to public safety.
So it is on this occasion, September 17th, 2011 we pay tribute to one of Corrections’ own, Greg Malloy.
It was obvious to his closest colleagues that Greg loved Donna, his wife and mother to their daughter Peyton.
Apparently it was just as obvious that Peyton had Greg wrapped around her…I don’t have to say it do I…you all know. Is that true, Peyton?
Read Peyton’s letter (Appendix A)
I’ll share his professional training and background in a few minutes…
But the important thing to know is that all of that military style training, barking dogs, and yelling at knuckleheads paid off for Greg the father. More than one person reported that Greg’s voice could be heard above all the other parents in the grandstands as Greg cheered “Go P!”…Peyton, do you still “Bow your back?”
He was the kind of man you would want as a neighbor and the kind of officer that you would want on duty while you slept next to his house.
Greg was the kind of leader you desired to follow out of conviction rather than compulsion. In his life and in his work, honor preceded duty.
Greg didn’t leave his heart at home when he went to work. He genuinely cared about people.
Greg was approachable. His heartfelt advice to those wise enough to ask for it was delivered was correct…but not in the political way. Never sugar coated.
A former officer remembers approaching Greg as a visual experience. Camo pants, green Tee shirt, ball cap, and Hi Tech boots.
If you didn’t know who I was talking about…you do now. It was that guy in the green T.
Greg would invite his coworkers to talk if he sensed that they were distressed or concerned with an issue.
One time a young officer was up for promotion to Sgt…but worried about the ramifications to his career if he declined the promotion. The officer had made a career and a home. He did not want to make the move that was required to take the stripes.
Greg listened…and replied, “You have to do what is best for you and your family…not what is best for your career.” Sounds to me like he practiced what he preached.
He explained that if you’re not happy at home, you will not be happy at work. Greg was a happy man all of the time, I hear. Is that right Donna?
And so are those who took his advice then…and take heed of it now. It is one of Greg’s legacies – Manhood.
The young officer stayed…believing what Greg had advised him to do. Before long, better opportunities were realized just as Greg had promised there would be.
And the rest of the story for that young officer…as they say…is history.
Like a true dog man would say, If your dog loves you, don’t ask for a second opinion.
The wisdom of Proverbs reminds us:
Proverbs 19:20 Listen to advice and accept instruction, that you may gain wisdom in the future.
Proverbs 24:5 A wise man is full of strength, and a man of knowledge enhances his might,
Proverbs 27:17 Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another.
The man in this story is described as a man of iron, integrity, loyalty, and honesty. He would give you the shirt off his back…but probably not the green one.
He put other people first and that is why you are probably here today…still receiving from a man rich in benevolence and generosity.
Greg loved the outdoors. An avid hunter and fisherman, he was cut from that rare cloth and wore both avocation and vocation as his garment.
What I meant to say is that he loved dogs.
And though he loved what he did…he even more so he loved who he was.
He inspired everyone who was fortunate enough to call him friend and those who called him Sir.
Every morning…and I am told…every morning, Colonel Malloy would stand at the gate leading into that place…right over there…Holmes Correctional Institution, and greet all of the staff ready to begin their shift.
He didn’t do it like you and I do…he would strike up a conversation and add value to people as he did.
Did the man at the gate matter…professionally, maybe there is nothing more stark or more absolute in this tragedy, then the realization and sense of loss on that first morning when the gatekeeper was not on post…and make no mistake…it was his post of choice.
Greg is described as a person who…if he had ever met you…would find you in a crowd, to talk, to catch up, and to remind you that you mattered.
That dog could hunt.
And when he found you…you immediately began to have a better day.
On that day, Colonel Malloy, the Chief of Security was no longer a member of the Canine Team.
But he chose to do the thing that positional leaders feel they have the right not to do.
Colonial Malloy chose to go into harm’s way to bring justice…someone else might have sent another…and have the right to do it.
It reminds me of someone else who did something for all of us that He had the right not to do:
John 15:12-15 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends. …No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.
Hearts are still hurting…thoughts, when not fogged, are probably still racing. Grief is not an easy journey…but isn’t this one of those journeys in life that Greg prepared you for? Let his life remind you that you can not only survive…but that you will thrive.
Like any day – that we know where we were when we heard the news…February 2nd started out like a normal day.
By noon everything had changed.
Those of you here today who understand the frailty of life and the suddenness of death, will never take a day for granted…never waste a day, knowing there is far too little time as it is for the people we love.
You will never see another familiar face at your table.
Each one gathered around it and the time you have together is more than precious.
You are already saying more often to others, “I love you” and now you mean it.
Let our love and care for people we live with and work with be our tribute of honor to Greg’s memory.
His professionalism and commitment to duty will forever be a keystone to our agency’s history.
Let every officer who dons the uniform be worthy of that pants stripe that stretches nearly two centuries behind us and now carries the memory and legacy of Colonel Greg Malloy.
“POW POW BOOM!” “I’ve been hit and it’s bad”, these were the last words my Dad said before he died. My dad was shot while he was tracking a dangerous man who was hiding in the woods from the law for murdering his parents. My dad was a good man and he was also a brave man. But most of all, he was an AWESOME dad. I will always remember him. I did not realize what an impact my dad had on people until we had the funeral. I now know my dad was a hero and he was loved by a lot of people.
I want to tell you a little about the viewing and funeral. There was about 3,000 people that came to the viewing and funeral. We had to stand for 6 hours the night of the viewing as people came through to honor my dad and to share their stories of how he had touched their lives. My feet were hurting so bad I couldn’t even feel them. So I finally yanked those shoes off and SON did I have a huge relief after that.
The next thing I would like to tell you was while at the funeral I got to meet the Governor and the Attorney General. They invited me to come and visit the Governor’s mansion and the Capitol Building. The Attorney General also gave me a $25,000 check for my college fund. They were super nice. Just imagine getting to meet the governor it was AWESOME but scary because you are shaking and you don’t know what to say.
On the day of the funeral as we drove up to the high school all we could see was lines and lines of soldiers and officers, there must have been 1,000 there. There were a ton and I am not kidding. It was so cool getting to see and meet them. They showed so much respect for my dad. I felt truly honored.
My dad was in charge of the K-9 unit at Holmes Correctional. They have some of the prettiest dogs and they are huge. I know all this because I got to meet and see the dog that was with my dad when he got shot. I also got to have my picture taken with him too. His name was Ruff. Ruff is a very special dog now because he escorted my dad’s casket to the cemetery at his funeral.
At the graveside there were Scottish people there playing bag pipes. My dad would have freaked! He would have been like “I bet them jokers are cold with those skirts on!” Another cool thing at the funeral was the 21 gun salute, the last call, and the helicopters flying over head. All of this was done in my dad’s honor.
On Wednesday, February 2, 2011, my whole life changed. My dad, Colonel Greg Malloy, gave up his life to protect others from a dangerous man. A lot of people think of my dad as a hero. To me he was more than that, he was my Daddy and will always be. He will be greatly missed! I LOVE YOU DADDY!!!!
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