(Disclaimer: This will contain racial slurs and discrimination, but just know I'm not a racist it's history that I won't change)
Mikey Fierri, Brooklyn, New York, 1941.
"And name right here." I wrote my name 'Mike Fierri' where the signature goes, my hand shook as I signed my life away to the service of this nation that I loved. I have the Japanese gooks to thank, if it hadn't been for them chinks I wouldn't have to sign up instead I could be a professional ball player for the Brooklyn Dodgers and my old man proud that all our little catch games in the front yard paid off and is paying the big bucks.
The U.S just got out of the Great Depression and for the majority of my time I was hanging with my boys Joey and David stealing alcohol from some stores and drinking them in alleyways while smoking some cigs. My dad fought in the First World War 'The War to End All Wars' it didn't end a fucking thing. My old man took his own life when Hitler invaded Czechoslovakia and when he invaded Denmark and Norway while the French and British tried to help the Norwegians because he convinced himself that his service wasn't enough to prevent all wars like the name intended to do like how the Titanic sank when it's supposed to be 'unsinkable'. My brothers Henry and Tommy had enlisted into the service when Mr. President Roosevelt declared war against Japan for Pearl Harbor and when the Nazi pieces of shit declared war on the U.S. So now my brothers are out on the hunt for that scum-fuck Hitler. Now I'm on the hunt for the gooks for bombing Pearl Harbor.
To be continued...
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The Jumps for Victory: Soldiers Stories
Ação3 Brooklyn Brothers on three fronts, fighting against three of the main Axis leaders. Mikey in Imperial Japan Tommy in German occuupied France and Henry in Sicily All part of Divisions unknown they tell us their stories of how they helped take dow...
