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Written by Mike Scialabba
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Tuesday, 02 May 2006 |
 Fallen at the World Trade Center September 11th 2001 Stevie was one of the most determined cops I ever worked with. We were together at MTS PCT, Disorder Control, Critical Incident Response Unit, And The ever famous Street Crime Unit in which Stevie loved so dearly, We worked together for many years and 1 thing was for certain when the shit hit the fan, and it always did, we both knew what each of us was to do, never any second guessing, We had a pact, To make sure that we would both make it home at the end of the day no matter what. When I broke my back Stevie got his dream job, ESU, he went to Truck 4 in the Bronx and found his nitch very quickly, He was the kind of guy that would stop traffic to fix a flag if it was wrapped around its pole or if a flag was not displayed properly he would climb up and fix it and then give the owner of the store or building a lesson on flag etiquette. He was as noble as they come. He was a proud member of the Emerald Society Pipe Band serving as color guard, He leaves behind his wife Ann and his son Barry, Stevie I miss you every day brother and I'll never forget you. As the Street Crime Unit Motto said " WE OWN THE NIGHT", I say no way, YOU OWN THE NIGHT! REST IN PEACE MY BROTHER 
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