My name is Officer Vittorio Antonio Scaletta of the NYPD, I was born in Messina Sicily, in Italy, on the day of May 2nd, 1925, that little guy right there is me. I don't remember too much about the told country, instead we came from poverty, and one day in 1932, my father decided it was time to move away, away from Sicily, across the ocean, to start a new life in America. Never have seen anything as fantastic as the Times Square in Manhattan, it was beautiful, on the other hand, I never seen anything more disgusting than our new apartment. The American Dream, which at first seemed like a nightmare. My father then got work in the Labor Union, at the ship docks in Manhattan, as an honest man by the name of Matteo Pagano arranged our immigration, it was backbreaking work, the mob raided his pension fund and paycheck as well, and that led him mostly going towards booze. Eventually, my parents sent me to school, I learned English, but was bullied by my classmates, they referred to me as a Dago, Wop, Guinea, and Greaseball. I eventually fought back, I was friends with a bully named Joe Barbaro, we got along, however he went on to rob jewelry stores, and then wound up in juvy for a bit, and then became involved in the Mafia.
Then it was the year 1941, and the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor, I remember it happening, I wanted to go in the Marine Corps, but I didn't have my High School Diploma yet. I enlisted in the Army and the summer of '42 I trained in Fort Benning and became a Private in the Reserves, I then graduated High School in 1943, and then had shipped out to Italy in Operation Husky, where I was fluent in Italian as it was my native language and then I was with men that day, and for rest of the campaign, their names were Cole Phelps, Jack Kelso, Hank Merrill, and Wei Shen, they had participated in the invasion along with myself, who says you can't go home again.
