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Luis A. Rivera Saw Nypd As Larger-Than-Life While Growing Up In The South Bronx In The Late 1960S And 1970S. From The Time He Was Seven Years Old He Dream To Become One Of Them. As A Kid He’D Sneak A Quick Peek Through The Closed Curtains Just To See The Arriving Police Cars—The Old Green Black And White Ones With A Siren That Seemed To Go On Forever. He’D Notice The Big Irish Cops Getting Out Of Their Police Cars With Their Hats On And Nightsticks Under Their Arms. In 1989 He Was Accepted Into The New York City Police Academy. Soon He Was Hitting The Books And Navigating Shooting Range Qualifications. The Courses Were Intense. As He Achieved His Dream He Soon Realized The Nypd Was Not The Boy Scouts And How Unforgiving The Police Department Can Be. In This Memoir We Look Back At How It Was Like To Be A Rookie Cop With It’S Ups And Downs In An Officer’S Career.