Berkeley County, S.C. Sheriff’s Office Cpl. Kimber Gist is a Sheepdog!

Berkeley County, S.C. Sheriff’s Office Cpl. Kimber Gist is a Sheepdog!

On February 26, 2016 at about 12:25 while on Patrol Cpl. . Kimber Gist reported that she was making an arrest in Goose Creek that stemmed from a suspicious vehicle behind a closed grocery store. Within minutes a routine arrest would turn into a nightmare. 

At 12:38 A.M. Cpl.  Gist reported that she was in a fight and radio contact was lost.

One person had been detained and was placed in the back of the Deputies patrol car. The second person fought with the Deputy and shot her 8 times. Thankfully the Deputy was wearing her body armor. Evan so she had fought with the suspect approximately 13 minutes prior to the suspect escaping.

Cpl. Gist did fire her service weapon. The suspect was later found at her own residence where she had apparently died of a self-inflicted gunshot the head.

Cpl. Kimber Gist who had been with the road patrol for just over a year was taken to a hospital where she was in serious but stable condition.

The Berkeley County Sheriff’s Office says Cpl. Kimber Gist has been with the Sheriff’s Office for approximately 2 and a half years and has been on patrol for one year. She is currently at Trident Hospital, out of surgery and in serious but stable condition.

Let it be known that Cpl. Gist posted to Law Enforcement Groups the following short but very POWERFUL message just hours after her near death experience.

“I’m alive. I fought. I made it. ‪#‎sheepdog

Well wishes may be sent to Cpl. Gist on Facebook at #BerkeleyStrong


There is a GoFundMe page for Cpl. she will need assistance in the future. Although she was wearing a vest, the trauma of being shot 8 times is devastating. While the bullet does not penetrate the armor, the impact of the bullet still transmits energy to the human body doing considerable damage. She may be out of work for a while.



Cpl. Kimber Gist IS a Sheepdog and the WBL Salutes her!

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Source: Post and Courier


For anyone who does not understand what a “sheepdog” is it is simply put: A person who is willing to defend others from the evil in society that the society would rather not contemplate because of their good nature. The ‘Sheepdog’ themselves is capable of meeting the violent ‘wolves’ who would prey on the ‘sheep’ of society head on.

The Original context of Sheepdogs comes from a speech given to the U.S. naval Academy in Annapolis on November 24, 1997 by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman and can be found below in it’s entirety:






On Sheep, Wolves and Sheepdogs
(From the book, On Combat, by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman)

“Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship, persecution, or as always, even death itself.
The question remains: What is worth defending? What is worth dying for? What is worth living for?”

– William J. Bennett
In a lecture to the United States Naval Academy
November 24, 1997

One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me: “Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle, productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident.” This is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one another.

Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year. Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less than two million.

Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation: We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the pretty, blue robin’s egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful. For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators.
“Then there are the wolves,” the old war veteran said, “and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy.” Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.

“Then there are sheepdogs,” he went on, “and I’m a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf.” Or, as a sign in one California law enforcement agency put it, “We intimidate those who intimidate others.”

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen: a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath–a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? Then you are a sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero’s path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed.

The gift of aggression:

Everyone has been given a gift in life. Some people have a gift for science and some have a flair for art. And warriors have been given the gift of aggression. They would no more misuse this gift than a doctor would misuse his healing arts, but they yearn for the opportunity to use their gift to help others. These people, the ones who have been blessed with the gift of aggression and a love for others, are our sheepdogs. These are our warriors.

While it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Tommy, fall be’ind,”
But it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind,
There’s trouble in the wind, my boys, there’s trouble in the wind,
O it’s “Please to walk in front, sir,” when there’s trouble in the wind.

Source: Killology





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