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| Blue Wall NYPD.com |
| From Viet Nam... to the Concrete Jungle Of New York City |
On January 16, 1967 Joe Sanchez
Picon was looking forward to
passing on the pork and lima
beans from his C-rations for a
hot meal back at LZ Virginia.
Joe wouldn't see that hot meal as
his day ended in a field hospital
in Nha Trang. Joe's first thought
when he regained consciousness
was, "Nha Trang was a terrible
place to be – better than the
morgue, but way worse than lima
beans."
Joe would recover from his
wounds and go on to a police
career. Joe went from Viet Nam
Vet to former Port Authority
police officer, NYPD police
officer, New York State
corrections officer, and author.
Picon was looking forward to
passing on the pork and lima
beans from his C-rations for a
hot meal back at LZ Virginia.
Joe wouldn't see that hot meal as
his day ended in a field hospital
in Nha Trang. Joe's first thought
when he regained consciousness
was, "Nha Trang was a terrible
place to be – better than the
morgue, but way worse than lima
beans."
Joe would recover from his
wounds and go on to a police
career. Joe went from Viet Nam
Vet to former Port Authority
police officer, NYPD police
officer, New York State
corrections officer, and author.
I read this book about a month ago and couldn't put it
down. If you grew up in NYC and walked the streets
of the lower east side
and Brooklyn you are in for some real excitement.
His cases come to life as he takes you through the life
of NYC Police officer day by day.
There's plenty going on here from street gangs to
police corruption to jealousy within the department.
Joe even leaves room for a little romance.
Move over "Mean streets" here comes "Real Streets".
down. If you grew up in NYC and walked the streets
of the lower east side
and Brooklyn you are in for some real excitement.
His cases come to life as he takes you through the life
of NYC Police officer day by day.
There's plenty going on here from street gangs to
police corruption to jealousy within the department.
Joe even leaves room for a little romance.
Move over "Mean streets" here comes "Real Streets".
Andrew P. Falco (Waldwick, New Jersey USA)
“We don’t talk about it.”
That’s what the veteran policeman
from Brooklyn’s 92nd Precinct, a
good and honest cop, told his
rookie partner one day. We don’t
get mixed up in it–not the graft, not
the shakedowns, not the abuse,
not the endless turf battles among
higher-ups. We deal with these
That’s what the veteran policeman
from Brooklyn’s 92nd Precinct, a
good and honest cop, told his
rookie partner one day. We don’t
get mixed up in it–not the graft, not
the shakedowns, not the abuse,
not the endless turf battles among
higher-ups. We deal with these
things however we can. But we don’t talk about it.
One day, a good cop dies.And, talk about it or not, his
comrades know they have to do something about it.
A tale of what went on behind the New York’s Blue
Wall in the roaring 70’s...
“Let the f**ks kill each other.”
That was the credo of Captain Maximilian Leopold, of
Brooklyn’s 92nd precinct. But even Joe Picon, the
rookie cop, knew the f**ks didn’t always kill other
f**cks. When “the f**ks” began to converge–the
Jimenez Gang, the Brass Knuckle Rapist, Skinhead
Ramos, turf-hungry bureaucrats, bean-counting
number crunchers, and the lust-crazed Captain
himself–the victim who died wasn’t a f**k at all. He was
a good cop from another precinct, and he had been
blind sided by another credo even good cops follow:
“We don’t talk about it.”
One day, a good cop dies.And, talk about it or not, his
comrades know they have to do something about it.
A tale of what went on behind the New York’s Blue
Wall in the roaring 70’s...
“Let the f**ks kill each other.”
That was the credo of Captain Maximilian Leopold, of
Brooklyn’s 92nd precinct. But even Joe Picon, the
rookie cop, knew the f**ks didn’t always kill other
f**cks. When “the f**ks” began to converge–the
Jimenez Gang, the Brass Knuckle Rapist, Skinhead
Ramos, turf-hungry bureaucrats, bean-counting
number crunchers, and the lust-crazed Captain
himself–the victim who died wasn’t a f**k at all. He was
a good cop from another precinct, and he had been
blind sided by another credo even good cops follow:
“We don’t talk about it.”
Joe has been trying to tell
this story for some time.
It's his story, but not his
alone. It is also the story
of those who lived and
died alongside him, in
Viet Nam and in that
other battle, for justice
and safety under the
shield of the law, that is
fought daily in the streets
of every big city by every
honest cop. In his case,
the city was the Naked
this story for some time.
It's his story, but not his
alone. It is also the story
of those who lived and
died alongside him, in
Viet Nam and in that
other battle, for justice
and safety under the
shield of the law, that is
fought daily in the streets
of every big city by every
honest cop. In his case,
the city was the Naked
| True Blue: A Tale of the Enemy Within Joe's Autobiography |
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| Police Authors Personal Websites |
City and the cop was a Latino. And the battle was
neither for the civilians alone, nor just against the
bad guys in the street. Sometimes the bad guys
were in the Department. And sometimes the
people who needed protection were the honest
cops.
neither for the civilians alone, nor just against the
bad guys in the street. Sometimes the bad guys
were in the Department. And sometimes the
people who needed protection were the honest
cops.
Police Author
Joe Sanchez Picon
Joe Sanchez Picon