Hey! I'm sure you already know my name; Oh?... You don't know who I am?... Then let me tell you something,... a story,... which begins...... Now!
I was born in Naples Italy on May 11th of 1993, I lived in a small villa on the outskirts of the city. It was a nice village, good people, nice scenery; But, nothing compared to its night life of course, there were several pubs and bars where the villagers, and a few people from Naples would come in and partake in the feste. (Oh... I'm sorry, I mean festivities.) But during the day most of the townsfolk would tend to their apple orchards and hop farms, which produced a hefty supply ale and beer that would bring income to the village. All in all, It was a nice place to grow up.
I have small family: My father, Michael JoeBavio II, who was Italian of course, then there is my mother, Cara Gustel JoeBavio,... she was german, sort of an odd combination don't you think? Well... I sure thought so. Then last but not least,... My older brother, Alexander James JoeBavio. My brother and I had an age difference of about five years or so. This age difference made it so... we never got along very well when I was younger. I mean,... in his eyes I was four foot nothing, one hundred and nothing tiny ball of annoyance. My mother on the other hand was all into me, I mean I love her and all just give me some space. But, as most mothers, she was too busy for her own good; Yet, she somehow always found time to spend with me. I mean even with all the cooking, the cleaning, doing the laundry, fixing scrapes and bruises, ect, she still.. found.. time.. to spare (I wish I could manage fucking time like that..). Well that was my childhood mostly, a lot of farming, a lot of drinking, and alot of money making (It feels like another life to me right now..).
My Father got a job running security, it was at one of the Naples construction yards. It was easy work most of the time he would say; Yet, somehow... He would always ended up with a shit ton of paperwork after his shift and would have to stay over night just to finish it. Like... even though It was an easy job with good pay, getting submerged in pencil pushing paper cutting crap was not his forte believe me. Well... I thought to myself, that how much worse could it get for him? Then civil war broke out in Italy on May 27th 1998. An Insurgent faction calling themselves "La Correzione or The Correction" (The Correction?... What the fuck are they fixing by shooting random people and bombing schools?... NOT A FUCKING THING THATS WHAT!) Anyway, my father was drafted... Infantry (Not the most ideal position for a loving father and farmer), and only after only 4 months of service he was killed in a road side bombing. Right there, thats when my childhood ended, war, occupation, death, and destruction, War it never changes. My mother then decided it was way too dangerous to stay in Italy so she hired a dock worker to get passage out of the country. We left on a boat in the middle of the night, heading for the only place we could dream of being in... America.
The New World
America! land of the free, home of the brave! More like the land of debt. Wartime, Rescission, and Poverty had encumbered America's ability to successfully sustain itself. Its now 2012?... Fourteen years since my family and I left our homeland and came to live in Boston to escape civil.. war.., My mother, worked herself to death in the clothing factory off of 31st and 2nd street for twelve years before she was diagnosed with Leukemia. Leukemia... one of the most lethal cancers on the face of this earth. Out of all the things this loving women had to come down with,... Why Leukemia, my brother and I didn't know what to do! There was no cure! No way to help! we were grief stricken... But my mother always had a way of cheering us up when times were dull and looking at its worst. She pulled us aside and said "No matter what happens I will always be proud of you, I just know my boys will grow up to be honorable and courageous like your father." August 14th 2012 she passed away, leaving my brother and I a gift to help us with our lives going further, It was the courage to take society and make something better,... to do some good in this world with the time we still have left. That's when we both agreed to join the US Army.