Major Furey Campellone

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Username: Burkhalter
Character Name: Furey Campellone
Rank: Major
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: Italian
Character History:

Furey Campellone was born on March 23rd, 1926, to a moderately Wealthy Italian family in the countryside of Sicily. Being a full blooded, Home Generation Italian, he had been brought up to appreciate the fine arts, classical music, and the other natural things that an Italian should love, such as Wine, Food, and the Occasional Waltz. His friends affectionately call him “Blondie”, due to his full head of platinum blonde hair.

As a child, he was fascinated with flight. He would often pretend to be a fighter pilot, flying around his home, much to the dismay of his mother. He would spend some of his spare time, while not flying around, building model planes, and flying them around his home. His pride and joy, though, was a wooden model of an Italian Dirigible, which he would often fly around in his home, careful not to crash into anything, and show his friends as they played in the peaceful countryside of Sicily.

As he grew older, he learned of the great feats that his Grandfather committed in the Great War. He would spend most of the time on his vacations visiting his grandparents on the coast of Sicily, listening to the fascinating stories that his grandfather would tell him about flying high through the skies of Europe, shooting down German Planes, and dodging Flak. As he continued on aging, he would learn more and more of the actual aspects of flight, including the great thrill it could bring to a man, all from his grandfather.

As he grew older, he discovered the large level of hatred his two little brothers had for him, and as the years and years went on, the signs became larger and larger. He would learn that they hated him because he was the family favorite, something that would become blatantly obvious in the future. He learned, at the age of 18, that his two little brothers went so far to discredit him as the perfect son, as to Burn their uncle’s car, and blame him on it. He would obviously innocent, and when they were caught, they hated him even more for not getting in trouble.

As the years came and went, he would learn on Christmas Eve, 1937, that his whole family, over 50 people has been saving up money, and they were sending him, his grandfather, and his grandmother, to America, where they would be safe from the clutches of Benito Mussolini. It seemed they knew of the war to come.

So he did so, and on January 29th, 1938, with all of the money that he had to his name, and all of his grandparents money, His family saw him, and his grandparents, off, he couldn’t help but feel extremely happy, he had learned about the great things in America, and with what would later be 20,000 U.S Dollars, he could afford to live well with his grandparents.

When they arrived in America, he and his Grandparents searched for the perfect home, and soon found it in a little town of less than 400 people, on a beautiful thing called a “Barrier Reef”, a town called “Stone Harbor”. He and His Grandparents soon bought the home of their dreams, a Three Bedroom, two bathrooms, home, that had a Beautiful Kitchen, and even a Den! And what made it perfect, at-least to Furey, was that it was on Right on the beach.

As the next year went by, he finally made the decision to join the U.S Army Air Corps, and on his Birthday, March 23rd, 1939, his grandfather dropped him off at the front gate of a training airfield for men hoping to be Officers in the U.S Army Air Corps. As he rose through the lower officer ranks, completing basic and advanced training, he would often be the one selected to “Show Off”, As the Americans called it, in front of visiting important people, ranging from the future Top General of the U.S Air force, Curtis LeMay, to even Franklin Roosevelt! But what stoke out to him the most, and stuck with him though-out his years, was when a veteran of the First World War, said “The last time I saw a pilot that good was when I was shot down by Von Richter himself!”

This made him a very proud man, at the age of only 23; he was being compared to the greatest ace that ever lived!

As the years continued on at a slow pace before the war, he found himself eventually graduating with one of the highest ranks yet, and Top of High Class of Three Hundred and Twelve, A Captain.

When the War rolled up, he found himself volunteering to go over to England and fight the constant German Onslaught, which would later be known as “The Battle of Britain”. This is where he scored his first Nine Kills, making him almost a Double Ace. He did this one fateful beautiful morning when he discovered an armada of Unprotected German Bombers, shooting down nine of a pack of ten. He never regretted shooting down those nine, but what he did regret, was running out of ammunition before the 10th was shot down, he still wonders, to this day, who that bomber killed, in a fiery blaze of pain and Terror.

That night, as the news of his fantastic feat raced throughout the airfield, and soon around southern England, he got the chance, actually, the privilege, to write home to his grandparents. In that letter, he wrote that today, he had shot down nine German Bombers. Nine!

In the coming weeks, as the news raced up the high command, that an Italian Immigrant, whom could barley speak a work of English when he first signed up for the air core, had committed a feat that not even an Englander had committed yet, he would be the proud recipient of the Defense Distinguished Service medal, and soon promoted to Major. He was only 25, a major at 25!!!

As the Second World War continued on at a steady pace, Furey found he being able to shoot down, and shooting down, eleven more planes. By the end of the war, he had the title of Quadruple Ace; a very rare titled, and had shot down 20 planes, two of them Top German Aces.

Although he never talks about it, a rumor has it that he had participated, and was even a major player in, the Black Market.

At the end of the war, the Air Corps had him flying German Fighter Jets all across Europe, ferrying them to a safe place until they were shipped back home to America and England.

When he finally retired, He achieved the rank of Colonel, and returned to his little him in New Jersey. He was only 32. By the end of his career in the Air-Force, he found himself with a large number of medals, ranging from the Second World War, to when he was recalled to the Korean and Vietnam War.

• Distinguished Defense Service Medal
• Air-Core distinguished Service Medal
• Silver Star
• Bronze Star
• Legion of Merit- Chief Commander
• Airman’s Medal
• Distinguished Flying Cross
• Aerial Achievement Medal.

Writing Sample:

Furey looked to both sides, out of his plane, as he flew rapidly through German Airspace. He had been cut off from the rest of his Fighter wing when they flew into some heavy cloud cover. He looked around, somewhat frantic but still very calm. He had some sort of feeling that someone was Following him.

He continued to fly through the sky with great precicion, trying to locate the rest of the men in his fighter wing, and looked around as he flew through heavy cloud cover.

Soon enough, he could hear the silent drone of another plane, he knew it wasn’t his because it was much louder, and as he flew through heavy cloud cover, he soon found himself smack dab in the middle of a fleet of Convoy planes, at-least thirty ME323’s, gigantic six prop engine Tank and Supply Transports. He attempted to get into formation atop of them, trying to trick them into thinking that he was a German Fighter that had come to escort them to their destination. Soon enough, he found himself pulling down on the wheel of his P-47, and aiming almost straight down, firing into the cockpit of one of the extremely heavy planes.

Within a moment, the red hot lead that was flying through the wooden and glass frame of the plane caught on fire, and he watched a spectacular explosion as the front half of the plane fell off, and the tale tipped forward, out spilling a Panzer Four, and Fuel.

But now, he had lost the element of surprise, and found the rest of the Planes shooting back at him, their tale and dorsal gunners firing their MG34’s at him, attempting to hit him as much as they could. He felt a few bullets hit him, but they simply dinged right off, and he continued on flying.

He decided to go after another plane, and soon found himself a great target; one of the large planes had yellow stripes on its wings, indicating it was a squadron leader. He got in line behind it, dodging the lead that the tail gunner was spitting at him, and opened fire, riddling the back of the plane with lead and tracer rounds, which soon caught the wooden plane on fire, and he watched it tumble to the ground below him.

After a moment, watching the plane majestically fall into the abyss below, he realized that his plane was being riddled with bullets, and soon took a steep dive, and turned his plane around, and decided that now would be a good time to head home, as he checked his ammunition, he found that it was almost empty, and his fuel was running out.

As he made his way back to his Airbase in England, he allowed himself the Permission to think his own thoughts for just a moment. He thought of all of the planes that he had shot down so far, a total, counting today, of 13. He wondered about those crewmen, the pilots, and their families, what it must have been like for them to get the call home that their brother, or boyfriend, maybe their father or husband, was shot down by an American fighter pilot while serving a grateful duty for the Luftwaffe, and for the fatherland.

Then, he thought of all of the innocent lives, the lives of the British civilians, which had been ruined by the constant German Blitz. He soon found the small amount of pity that had just entered his body disappear in an instant, and found it being replaced by content, he knew that he was getting revenge for all of the people that had died, and all of the people that had been wounded, or lost a family member.

After an hour of flying, he found himself finally entering British airspace, and as he came in for a landing, he watched his Fuel Gauge finally read “Empty”. He attempted to pull out his landing gear, but found that they were both stuck in; some German Bullets had broken off the Hydraulic Lines in his Landing Gear.

His head was racing, and he decided, at that very moment, to do what was one of the riskiest things a pilot could possible do, a belly landing. He came in slow, careful enough to be at one of the best possible angles so that his plane wouldn’t stop with its tail straight up in the air, or even his plane flipping upside down, and as his planes belly scraped against the ground, the bumps and craters from German bombs shaking him, he watched a crew with a medic truck racing after him. He felt his plane finally slow to a stop, and it was all quiet.

After a moment, he lifted his canopy off, and looked around, taking a deep breath of the lovely British clean air that he loved so very dearly. He looked around, and soon enough, the medics came up, and said “Furey, you alright!? That was a risky landing!”

He looked at the medics, and simply said “Yea, I’m fine, but the two German planes I shot down aren’t!”

He and the medics both laughed, and after a moment of silence, they helped him out of his almost completely wrecked plane. After he got out, he got a good look at the plane, its underbelly was torn to pieces, he had bullet holes all over, and he was surprised that it hadn’t crashed mid flight!

As he made his way over to his Commanding Officer to report the two kills, his only thought was still that Falling Panzer Four, he hoped it would land right on-top of the German Fuhrer…..

When he walked into his C.O’s office, he looked up at Furey, and said “Let me guess, Five more Victims to the Furious Furey!?”

Furey smiled, and said “No Sir! Only two today! But one of them was carrying a tank!”

“Well, I suppose that’ll do, good work Blondie.”

Approved/Denied?: Approved
Staff Notes:

This appliction was accidently deleted some time after acception, and after recent request, I have decided to post it back up.

~Furey Campellone