Campellone, Furey A.

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Furey Alfonso Campellone
Born January 15th, 1900
Blonde Hair
Brown Eyes
Male
Rank:Major
Branch:Army Air Corps
404th Bomber Group
Serial Number: 33-7784-82
Nationality: Italian

Tools

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Lighter


Backpack

Weapons

Colt 1911

Vehicles

Vought XF5U "Flying Pancake"

Medals/Awards

Christmas 2010 Medal


Distinguished Flying Cross

See later posts. I’ll be doing a sort of “memoirs” book for Furey, so there will be chapters and such…

[Furey "Blondie" Campellone]

Up There.

Major Furey Alfonso Campellone

Introduction.

War ripped the planet apart in World War One. Turkish officers led their soldiers bravely into battle, but were so strong in their belief that they were invincible that they ran through barbed wire and many of them died, the Turkish officer amazed that his Sultan had been wrong, that his men were injured when his leader said they were invincible.

The German Kaiser had said that god was on their side, but so did the King of England and the Leaders of the French Military. How could god fight on so many sides? How could god let one side win and one side lose when there were good and bad on both sides? When we were all his children? Was one side fighting for a more courageous reason?

All these questions have yet to be answered, at least in my eyes. The Second World war has been going on for over two years. I left Italy in 1932; ten years after Mussolini took power in the march on Rome. He was supported by the business class, the liberal right-wings, and most if not all of the military. King Emmanuel had no choice. He handed the power over to Mussolini and forced Prime Minister Facata into exile. At least, that’s what I know. I haven’t heard from Italy since Germany and my homeland declared war on America.

America; My new home. I moved here with my grandparents, my parents collecting the money they had to send the Patriarchs of the family and the next-in-line as the head of the family after my father would eventually pass on, me, to America. Italy was still in its depression, and so was America, but my parents saw the possibilities that America had under its new president, and I knew, deep down, that fascism would fail in Italy after it would fail to bring economic growth.