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He was well over six feet, slender but broad at the shoulders, with a full head of neatly combed gray hair, and blue eyes that cut the air like cold sharpened steel. I didn’t know it then but he was one of the finest cops ever to wear the uniform. The interview lasted fifteen minutes and in that short time I knew I wanted to work for this man. He stood up and shook my hand, saying, “Officer O’Neil, it was a pleasure meeting you. ” Outwardly I showed no emotion but inside I was doing cartwheels.
With that in mind we methodically pressed on, marching up Fulton Street, in unbroken formation. ” The rioters seemed oblivious to our presence until the wedge hit them. With axe handles flailing and rioters falling we began kicking some serious ass. It was then we grabbed their attention. Bravado changed to fear as they began trampling each other in an attempt to flee. Many of them ran into buildings, but a hell of a lot of them were beaten down with axe handles and trampled by the wedge. Ten minutes later we reached the end of the block.
One guy on the roof of a four-story tenement on West 125th Street kept popping up at irregular intervals and lobbing bricks at us. ” Baby-faced Jimmy Denton, six-feet-seven with a full head of dark wavy hair, was an expert marksman. ” He aimed his gun at the spot where the guy kept popping up. Must have been about forty seconds before a head reappeared. Jimmy let go one round and the guy vanished. No brick was thrown that time. “Shit, I think I got him. I think I got him,” screamed Jimmy. The soot-covered sergeant was the first cop on the roof.