"Only the dead know Brooklyn," Thomas Wolfe once wrote. For a time last week it seemed that Brooklyn knew only the dead. Less than a week after the collision of two giant airliners plunged a jet into the heart of town, Brooklyn echoed again to the roar of sirens and the cries of the anguished. For 16½ hours one snowy day last week, 3,000 men and every piece of firefighting equipment in New York City and from as far away as suburban Yonkers battled a raging fire in Brooklyn Navy Yard that killed...
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