Alfonso Rossi

[Dewey]

Alfonso Rossi

Birthdate: March 14, 1956
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 168 lbs
Eye color: dark brown
Hair color: black
Race: Sicilian
Occupation: Colonel for Auvernha Marine Corp
Friends: Vincenzo & Family
Enemies: Tries to maintain none

Alfonso Rossi has been a marine for over thirty years. His service to this prestigious land force has shaped him as an individual, and has defined what he believes. Since the age of eighteen, Alfonso has always been a steadfast, ambitious, and strong man. Though soft-spoken and calm-tempered, he carries about him an air of authority to which men are drawn with utter respect. He isn't quick to anger, and knows how to keep a level head in disastrous situations. This silent courage and confidence has allowed him to become a brilliant leader within the Marines. As a lieutenant colonel, his battalion is among those that have seen the fewest casualties during war. He is decorated with many a medal, including the Purple Heart, Expeditionary Medal, Commendation Medal, and Navy Cross. Alfonso is also a deeply religious and faithful man. For two years, he was a prisoner of war in Daykundi, Afghanistan and was thought dead by family and friends. He persevered through all breeds of torture, though, and finally returned home when a regiment of marines invaded the prison in December of 2006. After being named a Colonel within the Marine Corp and likewise presented with the Congressional Medal of Honor by Chief-of-State Thaddeus Seymour, Alfonso retired from active duty to teach marine recruits at Halifax Academy.

[Dewey]

((Gabi Conelli's Birth))

No man wants to hear the news that his closest friend has been imprisoned by an enemy regime while serving his country. When I was informed of this by a general at Halifax, I did not want to believe it. Vincenzo Iaconelli? Married, with two sons and a daughter on the way? Why? Why him? Why now? I made the mistake of informing Rosetta. I know it was my duty, both as a marine and friend, but the news caused Rosetta to go into labor early. Two months early, to be exact. I can't help but feel guilty about it all. I don't think I could forgive myself. Lunetta has tried to console me, but I should have known better. I should have acted more wisely, and waited for further details from Halifax before telling Rosetta about it all.

My every prayer is going toward the daughter. Rosetta has named her Gabriella ((if she's named her yet ha)). "God is my Strength". How appropriate. I know the doctors here will make every effort to keep her stable, as she's premature. I know the Lord will reach down His hands as well, and cradle Gabriella and maintain her health. However, I cannot help but dread the worst...and dread the fact that if anything were to happen, it would be my f ault...