Post by Enzo Perrone on Aug 29, 2010 6:08:09 GMT
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Name:
Enzo Antonio Perrone
Nationality:
Italian ( Sicilian )
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
United States of America
Character History:
On the evening of September 26th, 1924, two Roman Catholics, Giovanni and the nine month pregnant Francesca Perrone headed off from their small home from Palermo in hope to find a better life in the so-called America. They packed their bags and a half-empty bottle of vino and headed off. Having no idea when she would be due, they were off on a new voyage to the States. Days into the ride they had face a major problem, during the middle of the night Francesca awoke with a pain that nearly knocked her off the cot she was on. As the boat rocked the screams of agony filled the boat. Francesca was in labor. After 15 hours of labor and little Enzo was born.
They showed up in Ellis Island to millions and millions of people in line. They heard stories of people staying for weeks and even months in line awaiting a new start. Luckily, they had only been in the line for a suffocating week. They all got ID's, and were moved into a small tenement in the little Italian ghetto "Little Italy". Hardships filled the the ghettos. It was almost impossible to find a job, but when the men in the ghettos did, it was all spent on either food or booze.
Six years later, the Peronne's had one son and two daughters Bella and Margherita. At that age, Enzo became very mischievous running around, pulling scams, and stealing. One of his little scams, he had his little sister Bella dress in rags and sit at the corner of a street which was one of the busiest streets in New York. But as he got better at this he made some money, and moved on to bigger and better things. Since it was the early depression, jobs were scarce and his dad was barely hanging on to the job, which made him drink. He had caught Enzo pulling one of his little stunts and had dragged him and his sister’s home and took the money and took his frustrations out on Enzo.
By the time Enzo hit High School he had straightened out. Enzo loved baseball and used to fantasize about playing for the New York Yankees. His father saw Enzo was finally showing some work ethic, and decided to take him to a baseball game in 1941. Enzo was astatic about the game. The Yankee’s played the Detroit Tigers at Yankee’s Stadium, he saw Joe DiMaggio, his favorite player hit two home runs and triple in one game. His Father had gotten a new job making military parts and weapons for Allie Countries. Then one Sunday afternoon in December the Snow was coming down hard and Enzo and his friends were fooling around playing baseball in the street when one of his friends decided to leave for the day, when he heard FDR’s voice on the radio. “A day that will in Infamy”, the boys all dropped their bats and balls and crowded around the old Ford. Enzo knew he would have to do something but he didn’t know what.
After High School he had an idea that he would go onto then Military Academy. When he told his parents, they weren’t as fulfilled as Enzo was. Enzo had heard hype on the radio, “Go to your local recruitment office today”. So he listened, but not to his parents. He took his dads Buick down the street where he knew there was a recruitment office, and he signed himself up. When he told his parents, well his parents weren’t very pleased to hear the news. But still his parents were against him doing this. He paid his own way down to Oceanwood, New Jersey to Camp Wood. Still somewhat close to his hometown.
As he approached the gates he noticed many other men running and doing other workouts. Enzo filled some paperwork out and was assigned his room where he unpacked all of his things. For the first morning he awoke to the sound of trumpets. When it hit 12:00, Enzo thought the day was over and it was just lunch time. As he realized that the food sucked he had to do backbreaking work for literally nothing, he didn’t know what to do. Two months into it got easier but he still thought about running away. Thinking about doing something to get himself thrown out, then he thought he’d upset his family who’d fought him on going into the Army, he suffered through the fight. Ten months later he was shipped off.
Military Rank:
Private or Higher
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed…
Sitting in my foxhole trying to surveillance the area. Giving every small object some time to study. After leaving my foxhole keeping low, crawling my way towards the frontlines. Using my radio to call for help and finding out where I can meet them. To make it there I have to move quickly and I have to stay low. Keeping my head turning back and forth to watch from behind. Being a bit nervous I would take my helmet off so they couldn't use it against me and keep my carbine rifle close to myself encase of any shooting or any emergency. As I could see myself getting closer to the frontlines I try to hurry a bit, but I as I move faster I hear gun fire rang out. I run for some cover. I can see that I am pinned down getting shot at. I begin to fire back at them, spraying bullets all over the battle field. After firing for a couple seconds, I heard a grunt of some sort. Hearing the gun fire stop I look over my cover to see the soldier down. I reload the rifle and slid over the sandbags that covered me. I see the soldier half alive laying on the ground I drop down to him, reaching to my waistline pulling out my handgun, putting it to his head and apologizing to him. Firing a shot into his forehead. Hopping back to my feet and running off the the front lines looking for more troops.
mchickenzeroo@yahoo.com
Name:
Enzo Antonio Perrone
Nationality:
Italian ( Sicilian )
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
United States of America
Character History:
On the evening of September 26th, 1924, two Roman Catholics, Giovanni and the nine month pregnant Francesca Perrone headed off from their small home from Palermo in hope to find a better life in the so-called America. They packed their bags and a half-empty bottle of vino and headed off. Having no idea when she would be due, they were off on a new voyage to the States. Days into the ride they had face a major problem, during the middle of the night Francesca awoke with a pain that nearly knocked her off the cot she was on. As the boat rocked the screams of agony filled the boat. Francesca was in labor. After 15 hours of labor and little Enzo was born.
They showed up in Ellis Island to millions and millions of people in line. They heard stories of people staying for weeks and even months in line awaiting a new start. Luckily, they had only been in the line for a suffocating week. They all got ID's, and were moved into a small tenement in the little Italian ghetto "Little Italy". Hardships filled the the ghettos. It was almost impossible to find a job, but when the men in the ghettos did, it was all spent on either food or booze.
Six years later, the Peronne's had one son and two daughters Bella and Margherita. At that age, Enzo became very mischievous running around, pulling scams, and stealing. One of his little scams, he had his little sister Bella dress in rags and sit at the corner of a street which was one of the busiest streets in New York. But as he got better at this he made some money, and moved on to bigger and better things. Since it was the early depression, jobs were scarce and his dad was barely hanging on to the job, which made him drink. He had caught Enzo pulling one of his little stunts and had dragged him and his sister’s home and took the money and took his frustrations out on Enzo.
By the time Enzo hit High School he had straightened out. Enzo loved baseball and used to fantasize about playing for the New York Yankees. His father saw Enzo was finally showing some work ethic, and decided to take him to a baseball game in 1941. Enzo was astatic about the game. The Yankee’s played the Detroit Tigers at Yankee’s Stadium, he saw Joe DiMaggio, his favorite player hit two home runs and triple in one game. His Father had gotten a new job making military parts and weapons for Allie Countries. Then one Sunday afternoon in December the Snow was coming down hard and Enzo and his friends were fooling around playing baseball in the street when one of his friends decided to leave for the day, when he heard FDR’s voice on the radio. “A day that will in Infamy”, the boys all dropped their bats and balls and crowded around the old Ford. Enzo knew he would have to do something but he didn’t know what.
After High School he had an idea that he would go onto then Military Academy. When he told his parents, they weren’t as fulfilled as Enzo was. Enzo had heard hype on the radio, “Go to your local recruitment office today”. So he listened, but not to his parents. He took his dads Buick down the street where he knew there was a recruitment office, and he signed himself up. When he told his parents, well his parents weren’t very pleased to hear the news. But still his parents were against him doing this. He paid his own way down to Oceanwood, New Jersey to Camp Wood. Still somewhat close to his hometown.
As he approached the gates he noticed many other men running and doing other workouts. Enzo filled some paperwork out and was assigned his room where he unpacked all of his things. For the first morning he awoke to the sound of trumpets. When it hit 12:00, Enzo thought the day was over and it was just lunch time. As he realized that the food sucked he had to do backbreaking work for literally nothing, he didn’t know what to do. Two months into it got easier but he still thought about running away. Thinking about doing something to get himself thrown out, then he thought he’d upset his family who’d fought him on going into the Army, he suffered through the fight. Ten months later he was shipped off.
Military Rank:
Private or Higher
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed…
Sitting in my foxhole trying to surveillance the area. Giving every small object some time to study. After leaving my foxhole keeping low, crawling my way towards the frontlines. Using my radio to call for help and finding out where I can meet them. To make it there I have to move quickly and I have to stay low. Keeping my head turning back and forth to watch from behind. Being a bit nervous I would take my helmet off so they couldn't use it against me and keep my carbine rifle close to myself encase of any shooting or any emergency. As I could see myself getting closer to the frontlines I try to hurry a bit, but I as I move faster I hear gun fire rang out. I run for some cover. I can see that I am pinned down getting shot at. I begin to fire back at them, spraying bullets all over the battle field. After firing for a couple seconds, I heard a grunt of some sort. Hearing the gun fire stop I look over my cover to see the soldier down. I reload the rifle and slid over the sandbags that covered me. I see the soldier half alive laying on the ground I drop down to him, reaching to my waistline pulling out my handgun, putting it to his head and apologizing to him. Firing a shot into his forehead. Hopping back to my feet and running off the the front lines looking for more troops.
