The Baker

Twenty-first briefing Sergeant Byrne Well, who's shot? Very good Now wait a minute. Don't talk to fast that's 34 22 is that right? And the rest of you Well, who's got it? You're in the much the room at the 21st briefing. The nerve center of call is coming through You will follow the action taken pursuant to that call from this minute until the final report is written in the one twenty four room at the 21st briefing

All right, I'll send the officers right up there. Yeah, right away. We'll just wait fair. Show them where it is. Yeah, just wait fair. OK. Twenty-first precinct. Just lines on a map of the city of New York.

Most of the 173,000 people who went into benign tents in a square mile between Fifth Avenue and the East River wouldn't know if you asked them if they lived or worked in the Twenty-First. 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 Precinct.

The 21st, 160 patrolman, 11th Sergeant, and 4th Lieutenant, who am I on the boss? My name is Cannellie, Frank Cannellie. I'm Captain in command of the 21st. I was working my night tour, 4 p.m. to 8 a.m.

It had been raining hard when I came on the job, and it continued to rain through the night. After I turned out the 12th to 8th platoon at midnight, I went on patrol of the Precinct, and checked it on on the street.

It was a mother's quiet tour. The rain helps policemen as well as farmers. It keeps troublemakers off the street. At 225, I return to the station house where I sign reports and communications and caught up generally with the voluminous paperwork that plays commanding officers.