SEVERUSMAX
Benevolent Master
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January, 1975:
Charles Giuliano, a successful venture capitalist, was ready for early retirement, due to the sheer extent of his wealth. He wanted to enjoy what he made before he worked himself to death.
He was also ready for a new experience, several of them, in fact, and chose to fly to Rome again, to see what had happened since the war. He had served in Operations Avalanche, Husky, and Torch, including the Salerno landings, and had been wounded at the assault at Cassino. Because he spoke fluent Italian, he had often been useful to the officers as a translators and had been chosen as First Sergeant.
Now, he was rich, powerful, and eager to see Italy again, for the first time since 1945, when he had left there at the war. He might even meet a pretty Italian girl or two. He certainly had back then.
He felt a growing excitement as the plane touched down in Rome, a city that he entered as a liberator in June of 1944. He would hopefully have more time to enjoy himself this time around, instead of being at the beck and call of Uncle Sam.
He checked into the hotel he had reserved and quickly unpacked, before heading back out to enjoy the sights of the Eternal City. He figured that he might even visit the Vatican, as well as the Colosseum, the Pantheon, etc., the sights of both ancient and Renaissance Rome.
He was so busy taking in the sights that he didn't notice his hunger until an hour after he walked out onto the streets. When he did, he found a nice little cafe and decided to sample authentic Roman cuisine. The last time around, he had mostly stuck to Army rations.
Charles Giuliano, a successful venture capitalist, was ready for early retirement, due to the sheer extent of his wealth. He wanted to enjoy what he made before he worked himself to death.
He was also ready for a new experience, several of them, in fact, and chose to fly to Rome again, to see what had happened since the war. He had served in Operations Avalanche, Husky, and Torch, including the Salerno landings, and had been wounded at the assault at Cassino. Because he spoke fluent Italian, he had often been useful to the officers as a translators and had been chosen as First Sergeant.
Now, he was rich, powerful, and eager to see Italy again, for the first time since 1945, when he had left there at the war. He might even meet a pretty Italian girl or two. He certainly had back then.
He felt a growing excitement as the plane touched down in Rome, a city that he entered as a liberator in June of 1944. He would hopefully have more time to enjoy himself this time around, instead of being at the beck and call of Uncle Sam.
He checked into the hotel he had reserved and quickly unpacked, before heading back out to enjoy the sights of the Eternal City. He figured that he might even visit the Vatican, as well as the Colosseum, the Pantheon, etc., the sights of both ancient and Renaissance Rome.
He was so busy taking in the sights that he didn't notice his hunger until an hour after he walked out onto the streets. When he did, he found a nice little cafe and decided to sample authentic Roman cuisine. The last time around, he had mostly stuck to Army rations.
