The Bird

21st Precise, then you start in Collins. You what? No gas? Where is it? East 71? What for? You haven't found what's coming from? That's right, get the people out. Be it to relocate where it's coming from.

Oh no, that's all right. We'll take care of it. You're in the must of room at the 21st Precise. The nerve center. A call is coming through. coming through. You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the 124 rooms after 21st Precinct. You'll have assistance

right away. Get through right away. No, no, just stay where you are. The offices will be there right away. Twenty-first Precinct. It's just lines on the map of the City of New York. Most of the 173,000 people wedged into the 9th tenths of the square mile between Fifth Avenue under East River wouldn't know if you asked them that they lived or worked in the

21st. Whether they know it or not the security of their homes, their persons and their property is the job of the men of the 21st Precincting. The 21st, 160 patrolman, 11th, Johnson, four lieutenants of whom I am the boss. My name is Connelly, Frank Connelly. I am Captain in command of the 21st. It was Tuesday morning. I had been on the job since eight

when I turned out the platoon for the day tour. After I read and signed reports, I went on patrol of the precinct with patrolman Farrell as my operator. As we turned off Park Avenue into 72nd Street, a signal 32 came over the air. 618 E 75th Street, ambulance and emergency squad responding sounded like a gas case. I told Farrell to make the run. When we