Brothers of a Country
Chap. 1: prologue
There is a black screen, suddenly a voice is heard in the distant, and finally it gets loud enough to hear it.
"How'd it come to this? I can't believe I caused half of my platoon to be killed. Why… why… WHY DID THEY DIE AND NOT ME? Why?"
Color finally starts to appear and a noise of a train appears. The scene is the Southside of the Bronx, New York. It focuses on a young man of probably 17 years of age. He is seen running down the street with a smile.
"Hey Piero, come stai il mio ragazzo?" Askes an Italian store clerk.
"Io sono buone. Come stai facendo e Alessandra?" The young man replies.
"Stiamo facendo bene. Dillo a tua madre ho detto ciao." The man answers.
"I will Mr. Trampiona." The man yells waving his hand. He opens his front door. "Hey mom I'm home." Piero yells entering the kitchen.
"Hey hijo, how are you?" Piero's mother says in a Spanish accent. Piero is smiling with a big grin. "Que paso?" Piero's mother asks.
"I enlisted into the army." He replies with some excitement.
"Cosa!" she asks shocked, "Why Piero, why did you that?"
"Because, everyone else's sons are, I figured I should do my part to. Besides, I'm already 17. All I need is your signature. Vi preghiamo di madre? Nonna lasciare padre quando aveva 17. Perché non posso?" Piero begs his mother.
"NO! I will not!" She answers. There's a silence, suddenly Piero asks "Would you want someone else's son to die or become disabled?" This leaves her stunned. Finally she agrees and signs. "Grazie madre, Grazie." Piero answers happily.
The screen fades and shows Piero with some other men at the train station.
"Now you take care of yourself Piero okay?" his mother asks worriedly
"Mama, it's me." Piero says assuringly. "Questo e cio che temo." She replies.
While thats is going on it shows to men a father and son talking. They appear to be of upper class.
"Now listen here Thomas, bring pride to the McClarence name son." The father says.
"Yes father." The son of 18 answers somewhat positively.
"God dammit Thomas have you no shame. You could have stayed and let some hoodlums son die while you could be co-owning my business. Now you have made me a disgrace amoung my colleagues." The father tells his son angrily.
"I'm sorry father, I will do my best." The boy responds.
"You'd better, or I will never talk to you again." His father responds. "Come Curtiss I have a meeting."
"Yes Mr. McClarence." The black male says.
Suddenly the train whistles and the conductor yells.
"ALL ABOARD!".