#Joe Aiello

[thatchickwithtoomanyhobbies]

Green With Envy (Aiello)

***Based off the scene where Daniels finally reads Hazel’s letter. Aiello is jealous that Daniels is going home to a wife and baby when the war ends. Devolves into a self pity-party.***

“She’s pregnant,” Daniels said. The shock of those words was plain on his face. That’s certainly not what he had been expecting when he opened the letter. It wasn’t what any of them had been expecting either. They’d all been expecting it to be a Dear-John. And secretly, Frank Aiello had hoped it was.

Not that he wanted Daniels to be unhappy, that wasn’t it at all. But it sure would’ve been nice for someone to share in the heartbreak he had been experiencing as of late. He’d gotten a letter from his sister a week earlier stating that his girlfriend, Gracie, was done and now seeing someone else. Why she couldn’t tell him that herself he’d never know. But boy, did it sting. Especially since he had been planning to propose to her once he got back.

“Alright! Daniels is gonna be a daddy!” he said, plastering a fake smile on his face. Even he could tell his voice was dripping with jealousy. He just hoped the other guys couldn’t tell how envious he was of his comrade’s news.

“She was tryin to let me know, but I wasn’t ready…”

He instantly felt guilty, although probably not as guilty as he should. He had a lot to go confess to Father Anthony when he got back to Queens.

“Alright…” Zussman said, looking extremely uncomfortable. “I could use another cuppa joe. C’mon you mooks, let’s give him some space.” He was obviously trying to take control of the situation the best way he could.

He got up, feeling the familiar grain of the wooden drumsticks in his hand. He knew when to take a hint.

“But I don’t want coffee,” Stiles said. Aiello cringed. For someone that smart he sure could be stupid and oblivious. Sometimes he wondered if God put an ounce of common sense in that boy.

“Sure you do,” Zussman said, gesturing with his eyes at Daniels. This was definitely not about coffee. Finally, the man got the hint and left Daniels alone with his thoughts in the tent.

“I’m gonna go take a walk, boys.” Aiello said, not waiting for a response. He needed to blow off some steam before they caught on. He still hadn’t told the boys what had happened with Gracie. As far as they knew, he was still planning to get down on one knee when they returned and he planned to keep it that way as long as possible.

Drumsticks in hand, he turned and walked into the surrounding forest.

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He had found this spot a couple days prior when they first set up camp. Nice and secluded, away from the eyes of his friends, especially Stiles. As oblivious as he was at times, Stiles could always tell when he was off and usually called him out on it.

“As if I need that right now,” he thought to himself, lighting a cigarette and sitting down at the base of the tree.

He took a long drag of his cigarette. It’s not like he wanted Daniels to be unhappy. Far from it, in fact. He wanted him to be happy. And this was the best news he could’ve gotten. However, it couldn’t have come at a worse time, for Aiello anyway.

“Gracie started seeing the boy from the theater this week. She said she couldn’t handle you being over there anymore or the thought that you might not come back. I’m sorry, Frankie. I wish I could do something to change her mind.” His sister’s letter had said.

“Fanculo! Di tutte quelle dannate cose...” He yelled, throwing his now-burnt out cigarette as hard as he could. How could she of all people do this to him?

Gracie had been his sister’s best friend since childhood. Their mothers had met at Sunday Mass and the girls had hit it off. He had avoided her as much as possible when they were kids, seeing as he thought all girls (with the exception of his mother) had cooties. As they grew older however , he gradually began to notice just how beautiful she actually was. The way her green eyes sparkled and her brown curls cascaded down her back when she wore her hair loose gave him butterflies.

Gradually he began getting to know her, eventually becoming as close to her as his sister was.

“I’m in love with you, Gracie. So, so in love with you,” he had told her the day he was shipped off to basic. “I know this isn’t the best timing considering…”

Considering he may never come home again. But he never got the chance to finish that thought, considering she cut him off with a kiss.

From that day forward they were a couple, exchanging letters every few weeks. He had noticed she had been getting distant over the last few letters, but he chalked it up to her mother’s dress shop being busy. Oh how naive he was.

He was going to propose to her when he got home and start a life with the woman he loved. He had even bought a ring the last time he was home. It had taken all his willpower not to propose to her that very same day.

His post-war happy ending was gone- now nothing but a pile of rubble in the war zone of his life. If all went well, Daniels was going home to a wife and baby. Stiles had a job lined up at the local paper as a photographer.

“Step one to photo of the year!” He had said, the usual sparkle in his brown eyes growing brighter.

As long as Zussman got back home to his parents and sister he was happy. They all had their happy ending they were going home to.

“All except me,” he muttered. Nothing in life ever went his way. It was as if he was the victim of some sort of cosmic practical joke. He just wanted to be happy. Why was that so difficult? What did he do so wrong that God hated him and made his life miserable?

God help him, he was jealous. So seethingly jealous he could almost taste it. Some Catholic he was, committing the worst of the seven deadly sins. He could remember being taught in Catholic school as a small boy that envy was the worst sin you could commit. And yet here he was wallowing in it.

Jealous of Daniels wife and unborn child he got to go home to. Jealous that Stiles had a new career waiting for him. Jealous of Zussman’s contentment to simply survive this hell-hole they were in. And here he was, with nothing to go back to except a rundown apartment.

“Aiello! Where are you?” Not now. Of all people it had to be Stiles coming to look for him. “Aiello! Davis is about to talk! C’mon!”

“Fanculo la mia vita!” he cursed, hurling a rock into the trees. He knew Stiles would notice something was wrong. He always noticed everything unless it was blatantly obvious. Funny how that worked.

“Hey! There you are! I’ve been looking for you for ten minutes,” Stiles said, his smile pulling higher on the right side in its way. The smile changed to concern when he saw his friend. “Hey, Bud? You ok?” He asked. He knew something was wrong. Not that Aiello wasn’t good at hiding his emotions. He was, he just wasn’t good at hiding them from him.

“Yeah, College. I’m fine. Let’s go,” Aiello said rolling his eyes. Yep, something was wrong.

“We better hurry up before Pierson rips into us,” Stiles said, tripping into a run.

“At least he didn’t push it this time,” he thought to himself. He know Stiles could tell he was off, at least this time he had enough common sense not to pester him about it.

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As the camp came into view, he could see Zussman going into the tent the four men shared.

“Is he still in there?” He asked. He was surprised Daniels was that upset by his wife’s letter.

“Yep. He’s been in there since you walked off,” Stiles responded finally slowing to a walk.

He couldn’t meet Daniels’ eyes as walked out to join the rest of them in the open. He stared at the toe of his boot. Daniels wasn’t a bad man. In fact he was one of the nicest people he knew. That’s what scared him. Scared that Daniels would see just how green he was with envy.

***So that’s that. Maybe I’m reading a bit too much into it, but in that scene in the game Aiello looks a bit jealous so i decided to expand upon that a bit in this story. If you have any suggestions for more stories let me know! Love, Bird.***

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 5.20

Beer Birthdays

John Adam Lemp (1798)

Louis de Luze Simonds (1852)

Eduard Buchner (1860)

Louis Hemrich (1872)

Lord "Benjie" Iveagh (1937)

Judy Ashworth (1942)

Oliver Hughes (1959)

David Walker (1964)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Emile Berliner; inventor of flat phonograph record (1851)

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole; Hawaiian singer (1959)

John Stuart Mill; English philosopher (1806)

Timothy Olyphant; actor (1968)

James Stewart; actor (1908)

Famous Birthdays

Danny Aiello; actor (1933)

Emile Berliner; German/US inventor (1851)

Cher; pop singer, writer (1946)

Joe Cocker; rock singer (1944)

Christopher Columbus; explorer (1451)

Mindy Cohn; actor (1966)

William Congreve; English inventor (1772)

Francis Cotes; English artist (1726)

Henri-Edmond Cross; French artist (1856)

Moshe Dayan; Israeli general (1915)

Honore de Balzac; French writer (1799)

Aleksandr Deyneka; Russian artist (1899)

Alfred Domett; English/NZ poet (1811)

Patrick Ewing Jr.; basketball player (1984)

William Fargo; banker (1818)

Gardner Fox; author (1911)

George Gobel; comedian (1919)

Tony Goldwyn; actor (1960)

John M. Harlan; US Supreme Court justice (1899)

William Hewlett; H-P Founder (1913)

Nick Heywood; UK pop singer, guitarist (1961)

Guy Hoffman; rock musician (1954)

Levinus Lemnius; Dutch writer (1505)

Shorty Long; musician (1940)

Dolley Madison; first lady of James Madison (1768)

Hector Malot; French author (1830)

Hans Meerwein; German chemist (1879)

R.J. Mitchell; English engineer (1895)

Bobby Murcer; baseball player (1946)

Sumitranandan Pant; Indian poet (1900)

Bronson Pinchot; actor (1959)

Busta Rhymes; rapper (1972)

Michele Roberts; UK author (1949)

Louis Smith; jazz trumpeter (1931)

Tony Stewart; automobile racer (1971)

Jewel Styles; pornstar (1988)

Dave Thomas; Canadian comedian, actor (1949)

William Thornton; architect (1759)

David Wells; baseball player (1963)

Jane Wiedlin; pop singer (1958)

Anthony Zerbe; actor (1936)

[byneddiedingo]

Wallace Shawn and Mia Farrow in Radio Days (Woody Allen, 1987)

Cast: Seth Green, Julie Kavner, Michael Tucker, Dianne Wiest, Mia Farrow, Danny Aiello, Jeff Daniels, Tony Roberts, Diane Keaton, Wallace Shawn, Woody Allen (voice). Screenplay: Woody Allen. Cinematography: Carlo Di Palma. Production design: Santo Loquasto. Film editing: Susan E. Morse. 

Woody Allen's warmest and maybe most irresistible film has none of the neurotic obsession gags or existentialist angst shtick that are so often associated with his work. It's a simple piece about the nostalgia that old songs evoke in us -- in Allen's case, reminiscences of the days when radio was the dominant, almost ubiquitous medium in people's lives, before television held people captive in their living rooms or the internet addicted them to the little screens of their cell phones or tablets. Specifically, it's Allen's childhood as seen through the eyes of young Joe (Seth Green) and his parents (Julie Kavner and Michael Tucker) and extended family. It's also, secondarily, a tribute to many of the actors who have enlivened Allen's films, with smaller roles and cameos filled by Dianne Wiest, Mia Farrow, Danny Aiello, Jeff Daniels, Tony Roberts, Diane Keaton, and many others. Production designer Santo Loquasto deservedly received an Oscar nomination for his re-creation of Queens and Manhattan in the late 1930s and early 1940s, but honors should go to the luminous cinematography of Carlo Di Palma, too. The soundtrack, supervised by Dick Hyman, ranges from such true classics as Kurt Weill's "September Song" and Duke Ellington's "Take the 'A' Train" to novelty pop of the period like "Mairzy Doats" and "Pistol Packin' Mama." 

[writer-of-various]

Hill 493

Ft. Nancy Turner [OC]

/I am planning on recreating the campaign story by putting in my WW2 OC and Joseph Turner's sister, Nancy Turner. I decided on recreating this mission first because I have had some questions on how Nancy would react to her baby brother's death. Might add more, this is simply a rough draft./

Nancy stood by Daniels and Stiles, watching the college kid try to get a reply through the radio. It's been a while since they camped out at an abandoned mill they took over, and Pierson and the others were a no show. The thought of them injured or dead made her stomach churn and when she looks up to meet her baby brother's eyes, she knew they were feeling the same thing.

"Dog one outrider this is dog one six, do you read me over?" Stiles speaks through the radio phone, but all that replies to him is static. He sighs before trying again. "Any and all receiving units, this is dagwood white dog six requesting a comms check. Can you read me over?"

Nancy watches as Joseph goes over to the end of the dirt area, his face one of worry before he pivots to them. He walks over as Stiles grunts in frustration and Daniels looks over to him.

"If you don't mind me sayin' sir, maybe we should head to the assembly point." He says softly, and Nancy frowns when Joseph shakes his head and turns away, walking the other direction.

"Not yet. Pierson'll get here." He says, sounding like he believed the sergeant would come any minute but Nancy knew better. She was there with that stubborn bastard at Kasserine. She knows him too well. Something is wrong.

"Joe," she calls out sternly but he ignores her. Daniels goes after him, calling out "Sir." He goes quiet as he talks to Joseph about something, her eyes watching how her brother seems to pause and look unsure what to say to the young man. She turns her gaze back to Stiles, giving him a small smile as he continues to radio someone in. Thankfully someone answers, Baker, and the news he reports has her blood boiling.

"Pierson is moving to Hill 493, he's gonna take it with some of your boys and 2nd platoon. Get here fast, over." Baker sounds tired and scared, and Nancy cursed under her breath. So much for keeping Pierson on a tight leash.

"We'll be there soon, Baker. Over and out." Stiles stands and rushes over to Joseph and Daniels, Nancy following close behind.

"Lieutenant!" He shouts, getting both their attention. "Just got a transmission from Baker. They're gonna assault Hill 493. Pierson's with 'em."

"What?!" Joseph growls, and Nancy knows shit is about to go down. She wonders if she should warn everyone, Allies and Germans, to stop fighting and get the hell away from Joseph and Pierson– those two are gonna go down brawling each other, and likely bring everyone down with them as collateral damage.

Stiles continues, "He took our guys and second platoon."

Joseph looks over at the other soldiers and nods, Nancy whistling to get them on guard.

"Gear up! Let's move!" He calls out and Nancy repeats after him, making sure all their men grab their packs and weapons and start following Jospeh.

"He's dead." Joseph mumbles under his breath to her and she nods, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"I hope Zussman and Aiello are alright."

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"Come on, boys!" She exclaims, hiking up the hill with Joseph beside her.

"Keep up! Let's go, let's go!" He orders, looking back to make sure his men were alright before looking forward and continuing to push through.

"Maybe Pierson's still at base of the hill." Daniels says, trying to be hopeful, but Stiles scoffs and shakes his head.

"I'm guessing we're way past that!" He replies tiredly, and Nancy knows how true he was at that statement.

Joseph grunts as he makes it to the top, nodding at Nancy who gives him a stern look. "Keep moving, goddammit!" Their boys soon fall in behind them on the top of the hill, some flinching at the loud echoing of gunfire in the distance.

"Sounds like our guys!" Stiles exclaims, and Nancy moves forward, weapon aiming down sights as she walks past a few low tree branches and sees Aiello, her heart jumping in her chest. He sitting leaned against a fallen tree log, his leg clearly wounded with how he's holding onto his right knee. He looks up at the sight of them, a look of relief washing over his face.

"Daniels!" He shouts, his sight on the one of the youngest soldiers in their platoon. They all rush over, Joseph reaching Aiello first.

"You all right?" Daniels asks, watching as Joseph kneels beside Aiello and touches his wounded knee, a look of guilt crossing over his face as he gives Aiello a head to toe exam. Nancy watches with a frown, looking over to the battle happening a small way from them before returning her attention to them.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

"Where's the rest?" Joseph asks, and Aiello looks at him.

"Pierson took 'em to attack the guns. We begged for reinforcements."

Joseph growls angrily, "Stubborn son of a bitch!"

"Lieutenant, we gotta leave now." Nancy cuts in, and her brother nods, standing reluctantly, afraid of leaving Aiello alone.

"We'll come back for you" Daniels assures the slightly older man, and it makes Aiello smile and nod at them, waving them off.

"Hurry, they need us!" Joseoh calls over to Daniels before running off after Nancy. They barely move a few feet before being bombarded by artillery, the platoon ducking for cover while shooting at the Germans trying to surround them. They push through easily though, Nancy practically a bulldozer as she shoots, reloads with impressive speed, and beats any German that gets too close to her. They race further up the hill, Daniels working hard on gunning down the Krauts and its not long before they are reunited with the rest of the platoon.

"Daniels, you made it!" Zussman calls out happily, smiling at his best friend and Daniels returns it. Joseph and Nancy storm over to Pierson, ducking under his cover and glaring at him.

"Pierson, what the hell were you thinking?!" Joseph shouts.

"I'm stayin' on mission! We need to get our engineer to clear that pillbox!" He points over to where a load of Germans were waiting for them and Nancy reloads her weapon, making sure to grab some extra ammo.

"This isn't over." Joseph means to whisper it, but it's loud enough for his boys to hear and they all wondered what was going to happen to Pierson. They don't dwell on it long, Pierson orders Daniels to escort Parker to plant a charge on a bunker and they were all covering the two soldiers backs until Parker was killed and Daniels took up the job without hesitation. He plants the charge and backs up, calling out to them and once the charge detonates, they storm up to the bunker. Daniles climbs over the rubble first, with Nancy beside him, but they stopped when Joseph grabbed Pierson and glared up at him.

"How many casualties?!" He barked out the order, and Pierson falters for barely a second before regaining his composure. Nancy didn't miss this and felt her heart tear slightly.

"We executed the mission." Pierson says calmly, but it only fuelled Joseph's anger.

"HOW MANY?!" He screams, surprisingly everyone but Nancy and Pierson. The older man pointed down to the hill, glaring back down at the lieutenant.

"Our instructions were to take this hill!"

"You should've waited for us!"

"There wasn't time!"

"What about our men?"

Pierson shouts, "We had orders!" But that wasn't the right thing to say. Joseph punches him hard, his head snapping to the side and blood immediately tricking out, and Nancy moves to interfere but Daniels gently grasps her arm and shakes his head.

"To hell with our goddamn orders!" Joseph growls, watching as Pierson rubs his face and obviously shove down his anger, which surprises Nancy. Usually he would have no problem going full fucking beast on anyone who makes his anger rise to such a level, but Joseph has some affect on everyone: You just can't stay mad at him.

"You think I wanted any of this? Huh? We're cogs in the machine, Joseph. We start going our own way, the whole thing breaks down. When did you forget that?" Pierson is grabbed by the shoulder and forced to look at the platoon by Joseph, his eyes landing on Stiles, who's pale and shaking, then to Zussman, who meets his eyes and gives him a pleading stare, then Daniels, who's eyes are wide and mouth agape at the fact that his Lieutenant punched his Sergeant. Then lastly Nancy, who's eyebrows are furrowed together and eyes dark with warning; a warning for him to not step over anymore lines.

Turner points at them, "These are our men! Our men! When did you forget?"

Artillery rounds go off again, interuppting the heated argument, and Joseph looks over to the direction it came from. Pierson takes the chance, "Those 150s are still firing on our position."

Turner flexes his jaw, clearly not happy, and looks at the platoon. "Keep moving. We're taking them out." He orders lightly before going inside the ruined bunker first. Pierson gives Nancy a look that has her shaking her head, following after her baby brother.

"Daniels, get that door open" Joseph commands and the younger soldier nods, walking up to the metal door and opening it, guiding them into the trenches. "Enemies in the trenches!" Joseph warns, and the platoon gets to work downing the enemies. Nancy and Daniels race over to the first artillery gun, Joseph giving Daniels the command to plant a thermite.

"Back up" Nancy exclaims, gently bringing Daniels backwards while the younger soldier calls out, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

"Bunker dead ahead!"

"There's more guns up ahead. Keep moving!"

"We got this, boys!"

The words of motivation helped them zero in one the second bunker, clearing it of any German soldiers. Daniels opens the door leading to the last of the 150s, Joseph walking past him into the trenches.

"This is it! Last 150s!" Joseph calls out and Pierson points towards the field above the trenches.

"Krauts are everywhere! We need to sweep this area before hitting the 150s! Mop 'em up!" He warns and Joseph curses under his breath before turning to his platoon.

"Clear the area!" He orders.

Pierson adds in, "Don't let up!"

The platoon gives the two a chorus of "Yes sirs" before charging at the enemy, Nancy and Zussman jumping out of the trench to kill those above while Stiles and Daniels swept the trench, killing all the soldiers in a short matter of time.

"Enemies down. Hit the last guns!"

Daniels runs over to one of the artillery guns and plants a thermite charge in it. "Charge is planted!" He backs up and the artillery gun explodes, but peace doesn't end for long as more Germans forces appear from the woods, including a tank.

"Find cover!" Pierson shouts and the platoon moves back into the trenches. Joseph yells more commands while they defend their position, killing as many enemies as they can. Daniels grabs a thermite from his pack and runs up to the tank, planting the thermite and quickly jumping back as it explodes.

"Tank is still moving!" Stiles warns, and Daniels curses. He grabs another thermite, stepping back into the trenches as the platoon covers him before rushing back into the tank and throwing the last thermite inside it. He's about to jump off when it explodes early, knocking him down onto the ground, the breath leaving his lungs as he watches with wide eyes as the tank begins to slide down towards him. He couldn't get up, fear eating at him as he crawls backwards, and he prepares for antagonizing death when an explosion stops the tank from going any further. Daniels, and the platoon, look to their rights to see a familiar tank approaching.

"It's Perez!" Stiles shouts in relief. Of course it didn't last long. The mostly ruined German tank fires upon Perez, destroying his tank completely. He and his crew began to leave the tank, but most are burned to death while others began to be under fire from approaching enemies.

"He's hit!" Zussman cries out, moving to help them but Nancy shakes her head and pulls him back, trying to reassure herself silently that Perez is okay, he's going to be okay, he's a survivor.

Daniels, still on the ground drowning with shock and fear, looks back to the German tank and sees the crew of the tank crawl out from underneath the tank, but before any danger can be appointed at him, Joseph runs over and kills them. He then turns to Daniels and looks relieved he's okay, offering his hand to help him stand.

"It's okay. I got you, son." He says softly, and Daniels feels his eyes well up with his emotions, and as he reaches his hand up to the offering hand, a shot rings out. Joseph is shot in the back.

"Lieutenant!" Daniels cries out as Joseph falls on top of him, his body going limp as the older man whimpers at the excruciating pain, blood leaving him like a stream. Shit, shit, shit.

There's a surviving German (the tank commander, his mind supplies), a pistol in his hand as he jumps off the tank, wobbly on his legs as he sways while reloading his pistol. He's murmuring something in German, and Daniels wishes Zussman was there to translate, but he isn't going to let this man live, not when he hurt Joseph. Daniels grabs Joseph's revolver in its holster and fires at the tank commander, hitting him in the leg. He drops to the ground, and Daniels doesn't hesitate to shot the German in the head. A bunch of footsteps come up from behind him, and he knows it's his platoon at the noises of shock.

"Turner!" Pierson yells, cursing when there's more and more soldiers coming from the forest and he takes cover behind the tank. Daniels gently shoves Joseph off of him, inspecting the gun wound. "Enemy reinforcements, fall backs!"

Daniels turns Turner over and checks his front, seeing the bullet went straight through. Fuck.

"I'm not, not gonna make it. Leave me." Turner begs softly, breathing heavily in pain.

Daniels shakes his head, "I got you!"

Daniels grabs Turner from behind and begins dragging him to cover while he holds off the Germans with Turner's revolver. More German forces arrive and exchange fire with the platoon.

Turner cries out, "GO!" But the platoon ignores him, begging to whatever is out there that they can get him out alive. Stiles looks over at the other side of the trench to see Nancy and Zussman holding off as many Germans as they can, some coming close to them but Nancy growls and takes out her knife to stab them ruthlessly.

Daniels drags Joseph to cover, the lieutenant screaming in pain. "Aaaaah!"

"Stay with me!" Daniels orders, dragging him behind some sandbags and rechecking his wound. He notices how the older man seemed fo shut his eyes and yelled out, "Turner!"

Zussman and Nancy continue to fire at the Germans, witnessing the deaths of many of their friends, before the young man looks over to where he last saw Daniels and stopped firing at the sight of an injured Joseph.

"Nancy, Joseph!" He yells, and the woman stops firing to look where he's looking at and her blood runs cold. They sprint over to the rest of the squad.

"Lieutenant!"

"JOSEPH!" Nancy's scream echoes the forest as she falls to her baby brother's side, not knowing where to place her hands at first but opts to hugging his side. He hugs her back weakly, knowing his next few words are going to break her and Pierson. He looks at her then Pierson, trying to muster up the energy to speak.

"You gotta get our boys outta here." He tries to say it as an order, but it comes out weak. Pierson shakes his head.

"No, we can still make it."

Nancy nods, "We aren't leaving you, Joe, just–"

Joseph shakes his head, "You have to - you have to retreat." He grabs his submachine gun and hands it to Pierson, who readies it.

"No. We ain't leaving you here." Pierson says, watching as Nancy shakes her head and holds onto her brother tighter but he pulls out of her grasp.

"Nancy, please."

"NO!" At this he turns back to Pierson.

"You get me up, I'll hold 'em off."

Pierson hesitates, looking at the platoon and their destroyed expressions and Nancy, who's crying and trying to beg her baby brother, and Joseph, who's willing to risk everything so they can escape unscathed. A true hero, a true leader, a true man.

"You have to go. Go!" Turner's order is loud and commanding and Pierson knew the longer they stayed, they would be all be killed. He hands back Joseph's submachine gun to him and looks at him sadly.

"It was an honor." He says quietly, but Joseoh gives a weak smile and nods, indicating he heard and felt the same. He turns to Nancy and kisses her cheek, hugging her one last time.

"I love you, Joseph."

"I love you, Nancy." He turns to Pierson and nods.

"No sacrifice too great. Go."

Pierson pauses for a second, his body trembling as he feels like throwing up but he looks at his platoon. "Fall back!"

Daniels shakes his head, "Sergeant!" He begs.

Zussman bites back his emotions, knowing he had to help Pierson get the rest out alive. For Joseph. "Move! Move!"

"Fall back! I said fall," Pierson growls as he and Zussman grab Daniels and drag him away, even though he struggled to break free.

"You can't do this!" He screams at Pierson.

Pierson shouts back, "That was an order, goddamnit!"

"No! No!"

The retreating platoon watches as the Turner siblings shared one more moment, Nancy helping her brother stand and firing at the Germans.

"Joseph..."

"I got this, sis. I got this. Protect them, m-make sure Pierson doesn't d-do anything...keep our boys in line."

"I will, I promise you." She kisses his forehead, shoots at the Germans a few more times, then runs after the platoon, trying to not let her heart make a decision for her. She made a promise.

The platoon watches as Joseph fires at the enemy, killing one soldier but a shot is returned, forcing him to drop his gun.

"No!"

Joseph looks back at his platoon one more time, his eyes reassuring them, telling them its okay, before he's shot dead by a German soldier. Joseph's body lies lifeless in the mud and rain as German troops pass by him, some stepping on him carelessly as they chase after the retreating platoon.

A platoon of broken hearts.

[brilliber]

“En un mundo donde el crimen organizado y la prohibición dominaban las calles, un hombre se atrevió a desafiar al infame Al Capone. Su nombre era Giuseppe ‘Joe’ Aiello, un contrabandista de licor siciliano que se convirtió en un líder del crimen organizado en Chicago. Enfrentándose a la muerte en cada esquina, Aiello luchó por el control de la Unione Siciliana, desafiando a Capone en cada paso. ¿Quién era este hombre? ¿Cómo llegó a enfrentarse a uno de los criminales más temidos de la historia? Y, ¿cómo encontró su fin en una lluvia de balas? Descubre todo esto y más en nuestro fascinante documental: ‘El Siciliano contra Capone: La vida y muerte de Joe Aiello’.

[kinonostalgie]

Once upon a time in America

Sergio Leone, James Woods, Joe Pesci, Robert De Niro and Danny Aiello at Cannes Film Festival. 1984

[micro961]

GIANLUCA AIELLO, PACO6X, LORIS GRIMALDI - “Ricordi”

Il nuovo singolo di Gianluca Aiello, Paco6x, Loris Grimaldi

"Ricordi" racconta di perdita, dolore emotivo e protezione delle emozioni. Parla di riflettere troppo sul passato che porta a perdere e ricevere colpi tremendi. L'anima è chiusa, i ricordi in tasca. Il tutto viene arricchito dalla voce di Sabba (vincitore 2017 di "The Winner is" su Canale 5) che riesce a far percepire vibes inesplorate a Gianluca Aiello. Il sound, curato da Paco6x (produttore del disco di platino “A verità” di Rocco Hunt) e Loris Grimaldi, è perfetto per i club estivi notturni

 Gianluca Aiello nasce a Napoli il 26/6/1992. Atleta e Artista, inizia la sua carriera come Artista nel 2013, studiando batteria e per-cussioni. Una serie di collaborazione tra l'anno 2014, 2015 come percussionista con vari gruppi Napoletani, in particolare segue in tour "Marcello Coleman", storica voce degli Almamegretta, per poi separarsi nell'anno successivo. Nel 2015 inizia un percorso come Artista solista, scrive e canta per se stesso, fonda un progetto chiamato 5.3, con l'alterego "Logan", escono 5 singoli, varie collabora-zioni, e concerti in giro per la Campania. Nel 2021 decide di iniziare un nuovo percorso artistico, il suo nome d'arte è il nome di battesimo, esce il suo primo singolo "Dentro" in collaborazione con Artist First, con la produzione di Vinz Turner, e il Dj Joe C.

 Loris Grimaldi Music producer classe 1993, nasce a Napoli, inizia la sua carriera musicale come tecnico del suono e arriva a collaborare a numerosi progetti im-portanti, uno dei quali pubblicati su Universal Music come fonico di missaggio in occasione del Disco “6.0” di Nino D’Angelo.

Vanta collaborazioni con diversi artisti, tra cui Vincenzo Bles, J-UNØ, e il suo stile si ispira maggiormente al genere Pop al quale si aggiungono influenze elettroniche.

 Paco6x, all’anagrafe Pasquale Cirillo, classe 1986, è un produttore musicale di Tor-re Annunziata, in provincia di Napoli. Si avvicina all’hip hop e al mondo del beat-making grazie all’influenza del fratello Nunzio, in arte Zagor M, writer molto cono-sciuto in zona e membro del gruppo DalBasso, gruppo storico di Torre Annunziata. In seguito, insieme a Valerio Nazo, fonda l’It’s Classic Studio, il quale, anche grazie a “It’s Classic Mixtape” vol. 1 e vol. 2, continua ad essere uno dei pezzi di storia dell’hip hop campano ancora attivi. Da qui in avanti sono tantissimi i prodotti rilas-ciati, e non mancano di certo riconoscimenti e certificazioni come il disco di platino per aver prodotto “A’ Verità”, brano di Rocco Hunt in partecipazione con Enzo Avi-tabile, nonché title track del secondo album dell’artista salernitano.

 Etichetta:

Orangle Srl - www.oranglerecords.com

It's Classic Studio – https://www.instagram.com/itsclassicstudio/.

 Paco6x

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/07XOQTC2IEP8nI0NPvmjtK

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/paco6x/?hl=it

Gianluca Aiello

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4NuVLlJhExXmojKanMF0bQ

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gianlucaielloufficiale/

 Loris Grimaldi

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6JP0jzxqeEtJqHktArmWor

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lorisgrimaldimusic/?hl=it

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Methuen Police Explorers Take Second Place in Statewide Competition in Winthrop

Methuen’s Police Explorers placed second recently when members competed in the 2023 Massachusetts Law Enforcement Explorer Competition. The explorers, ages 14-21, took part Saturday, May 20, in Winthrop where various police departments and the Massachusetts State Police provided field training and role play supervision. They were accompanied by Lt. Joe Aiello and Officers Jeffrey Torrisi,…

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2023 World Baseball Classic Italy Roster

Pitchers

#7 Michele Vassalotti (Carolina Mudcats/Valencia, Venezuela)

#17 Braxton Lorenzini (free agent/Aurora, Colorado)

#19 Alex Bassani (Fortitudo Baseball 1953/Castel San Pietro Terme)

#21 Vincenzo Aiello (Staten Island FerryHawks/Staten Island, New York)

#25 Jeffrey Passantino (Gigantes De Carolina/Ft. Myers, Florida)

#29 Steven Woods; Jr. (free agent/Huntington, New York)

#33 Matt Harvey (free agent/Mystic, Connecticut)

#34 Vin Timpanelli (Chattanooga Lookouts/Staten Island, New York)

#35 Brian Marconi (Lehigh Valley IronPigs/Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

#36 Glenn Albanese; Jr. (Rocket City Trash Pandas/Wheaton, Illinois)

#38 Ryan Castellani (Kansas City Monarchs/Phoenix, Arizona)

#41 Joe Biagini (free agent/Redwood City, California)

#42 Matteo Bocchi (Parma B.C./Parma)

#44 Claudio Scotti (FCL Mets/Rome)

#46 Sam Gaviglio (free agent/Ashland, Oregon)

#48 Michael Nittoli (Iowa Cubs/Tempe, Arizona)

#53 Neil Pallante (St. Louis Cardinals/San Clemente, California)

#64 Nick Fanti (free agent/Smithtown, New York)

#67 Matt Festa (Seattle Mariners/Brooklyn, New York)

#72 Alessandro Ercolani (FCL Pirates/Borgo Maggiore)

#75 Nicolò Pinazzi (Dayton Tortugas/Milan)

#77 Tiago Da Silva (Generales De Durango/São Paulo, Brazil)

#90 Mitchell Stumpo (Reno Aces/Raleigh, North Carolina)

#92 Joe LaSorsa (Tampa Bay Rays/Mt. Kisco, New York)

#94 Joey Marciano (Sacramento River Cats/Carbondale, Illinois)

Catchers

#30 Alberto Mineo (Parma B.C./Gorizio)

#41 Vito Friscia (Philadelphia Phillies/Oyster Bay, New York)

#42 Brett Sullivan (San Diego Padres/Stockton, California)

#59 Dominic Miroglio (Arizona Diamondbacks/Oakland, California)

Infielders

#8 Nick Lopez (Kansas City Royals/Naperville, Illinois)

#9 Vinnie Pasquantino (Kansas City Royals/Chesterfield County, Virginia)

#20 Miles Mastrobuoni (Chicago Cubs/San Ramon, California)

#22 David Fletcher (Los Angeles Angels/Cypress, California)

#82 Robel García (Toros Del Este/Las Matas De Farfán, Dominican Republic)

#91 John Valente (Toledo Mud Hens/New Rochelle, New York)

Outfielders

#3 Dominic Fletcher (Reno Aces/Cypress, California)

#11 Sal Frelick (Nashville Sounds/Lexington, Massachusetts)

#78 Ben DeLuzio (Iowa Cubs/St. Louis, Missouri)

Coaches

Manager Mike Piazza (Italiana Baseball/Phoenixville, Pennsylvania)

Bench coach Blake Butera (Hudson Valley Renegades/Metairie, Louisiana)

Pitching coach Mike Borzello (Italiana Baseball/Los Angeles, California)

Bullpen coach Jason Simontacchi (Omaha Storm Chasers/Mountain Valley, CA)

1B/Infield coach Jack Santora (Tri-City Dust Devils/Monterey, California)

3B/Hitting coach Chris Denorfia (Hartford Yard Goats/Southington, Connecticut)

Outfield coach Michele Gerali (Italiana Baseball/Parma)

Assistant coach Joe Hsu (Hardin-Simmons University Cowboys/Abilene, Texas)

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§ 2.890. El último Don (Graeme Clifford, 1997)

Leí la novela hace muchos años y me gustó mucho. No tanto como El Padrino, pero sí tenía su gracia y era muy impactante. Comienza como una especie de Romeo y Julieta moderna, ambientada a la mafia que da comienzo a toda una serie de luchas por el poder en EE.UU. Rápida y con pocas concesiones a los efectos dramáticos, a los estudios de personajes o a las tramas intermedias, se centra en el meollo de la cuestión, en la acción.Lógicamente los temas recuerdan a las tramas de El Padrino, como no podía ser de otra manera, pues realmente Puzo expone los temas esenciales de la mafia de una manera celeidoscópica, Danny Aiello como jefe de la mafia, y Joe Mantegna como sobrino del Don son los actores más trascendentes, los mejores y sobre los que pivota la historia. Penelope Ann Miller también es muy conocida, como Daryl Hannah. Ambas están razonablemente bien, pero no es Aiello o Mantegna, que realmente parecen estar hechos para los papeles de mafiosos que interpretan.A veces el pulso narrativo es demasiado plano, con poca tensión, sin relieves, sin verdadera intensidad. Su propósito no es exponer los temas desde un punto de vista personal, sino narrar acción enlatada en un formato muy demandado.En general me ha decepcionado. Se puede ver, naturalmente, pero no tiene verdadero interés. La estructura de telefilm va deteriorando el producto poco a poco, hasta el punto de hacerlo intrascendente. Es una sucesión de tópicos, siempre relacionados con asesinatos de la mafia.

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A Special Look at CM Punks first Appearance in AEW | Road to Dynamite: Milwaukee, 8/24/21

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Birthdays 5.20

Beer Birthdays

John Adam Lemp (1798)

Louis de Luze Simonds (1852)

Eduard Buchner (1860)

Louis Hemrich (1872)

Lord "Benjie" Iveagh (1937)

Judy Ashworth (1942)

Oliver Hughes (1959)

David Walker (1964)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Emile Berliner; inventor of flat phonograph record (1851)

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole; Hawaiian singer (1959)

John Stuart Mill; English philosopher (1806)

Timothy Olyphant; actor (1968)

James Stewart; actor (1908)

Famous Birthdays

Danny Aiello; actor (1933)

Emile Berliner; German/US inventor (1851)

Cher; pop singer, writer (1946)

Joe Cocker; rock singer (1944)

Christopher Columbus; explorer (1451)

Mindy Cohn; actor (1966)

William Congreve; English inventor (1772)

Francis Cotes; English artist (1726)

Henri-Edmond Cross; French artist (1856)

Moshe Dayan; Israeli general (1915)

Honore de Balzac; French writer (1799)

Aleksandr Deyneka; Russian artist (1899)

Alfred Domett; English/NZ poet (1811)

Patrick Ewing Jr.; basketball player (1984)

William Fargo; banker (1818)

Gardner Fox; author (1911)

George Gobel; comedian (1919)

Tony Goldwyn; actor (1960)

John M. Harlan; US Supreme Court justice (1899)

William Hewlett; H-P Founder (1913)

Nick Heywood; UK pop singer, guitarist (1961)

Guy Hoffman; rock musician (1954)

Levinus Lemnius; Dutch writer (1505)

Shorty Long; musician (1940)

Dolley Madison; first lady of James Madison (1768)

Hector Malot; French author (1830)

Hans Meerwein; German chemist (1879)

R.J. Mitchell; English engineer (1895)

Bobby Murcer; baseball player (1946)

Sumitranandan Pant; Indian poet (1900)

Bronson Pinchot; actor (1959)

Busta Rhymes; rapper (1972)

Michele Roberts; UK author (1949)

Louis Smith; jazz trumpeter (1931)

Tony Stewart; automobile racer (1971)

Jewel Styles; pornstar (1988)

Dave Thomas; Canadian comedian, actor (1949)

William Thornton; architect (1759)

David Wells; baseball player (1963)

Jane Wiedlin; pop singer (1958)

Anthony Zerbe; actor (1936)

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at the after party for the Stranger Things 4 premiere

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Man on Fire (1987)