Two auxiliary police officers were killed in the line of duty in Greenwich Village last night.
Two ordinary guys, one of whom is thought to be a writer in his other life. Two guys who just wanted to help people. Auxiliary officers don't carry guns; they don't arrest people; their job is to be eyes and ears, and make New York safer. They don't get paid. They do it just to be of service.
Most of us will scarcely notice other than to feel sad when we read the newspaper stories, or see it on tv. There are 8 million people here; 579 homicides annually. Two ordinary guys are a small percentage of the people here, even of the people who die.
These guys weren't the wrong guys in the wrong place. They weren't innocent bystanders. They were guys who rushed toward the sound of gunfire, not away. They probably saved countless lives because the man who killed them was carrying hundreds of rounds of ammunition and a lot of anger, and when he shot those guys, the armed cops responded in seconds.
Eugene Marshalik and Nicholas Pekearo, it's a little late to say thanks but I'll say it nonetheless; thanks guys.