Veccio sat eating dinner with his family like he did every day. His mom was arguing with his grandma about how she didn't cook the pasta right. His sisters were talking about the different boys they liked rating them. Meanwhile his dad was complimenting Veccio's older brother on winning last weeks baseball game against the rival high school, his brother was considered to be the if not one of the best players on the team. Veccio's thoughts wandered off to the letter he'd received in the mail telling him when to report for duty. As the middle child Veccio was the most left out of the bunch, his sisters were spoiled as they were the youngest and his older brother was the pride of the litter. He grinned slightly thinking of enlisting and finally showing up his family.

"Veccio!" His fathers voice broke his daydream pulling him back to reality.

"Jesus kid, got bricks for ears?"

"Yes dad?" He said.

"Your brother Gio talked to the coach and managed to get you a try out."

Veccio sighed, he hated these conversations. He didn't have a problem with sports he just didn't enjoy them.

"You gotta be more like your brother, Gio made six home runs last week." He said.

Anger began to build in Veccio he hated it when he was compared to his older brother Gio as if he needed another reminder that he was the least favorite.

"Dad I told you before I don't wa-"

"Dammit Veccio you need to start acting like a man, no son of mines gonna end up a wimp or worse..queer." His father interrupted slamming his fist onto the table.

Everyone at the table stood silent.

"I don't understand it. You don't like baseball, you don't like football. Son I've tried to get you to man up but you still insist on being stubborn, I just don't understand it."

Veccio got up and went to his room. He came back a few minutes later with the letter from the army.

"You want me to man up, here." He threw the letter onto the table. "I manned up."

"What's this?" His father picked it up and read it."

"So you're running off to the army huh?" He put down the letter. "Your just gonna up and leave us behind."

His father carried a look of anger, a large frown grew upon his face.

"I'm joining the army and that's final Dad.". Veccio said. " I ship out tomorrow."

"You will do no such thing!" His father slammed his fist again.

Veccio had had it, the anger and frustration took over him and 19 years of pent up emotions were let out.

"I've had it dad, I've fucking had it! For my entire life you've constantly made it clear I was the disgrace, the outcast. I've tried and tried to impress you so maybe I could get a slight hint of acknowledgement or just a simple " good job" but no. "

Veccio was laying all out and there was no going back.

"Every time I got good grades, every time I won science contests, I did to impress you but all you cared about was Gio and his stupid fucking baseball trophies!".

Veccio grabbed the letter and grabbed his duffel bag already packed for tomorrow and went for the door tears in his eyes.

"So that's it I'm leaving, maybe I'll come back with a few medals on my chest. Maybe I'll come back in a pine box. I doubt you'd care."

His father got up and stormed towards him staring daggers into Veccio's eyes.

"Boy if you don't sit your goddamn ass down in that chair I'll beat you so hard you won't know what day it is" He said in a low growl.

Veccio opened the door and looked at his father probably for the last time and merely said one thing.


Veccio walked outside closing the door behind him. He walked down a flight of metal stairs down to the street where a car pulled into the alleyway that led to his family's apartment. It was his uncle. He had called him asking if he could stay the night just in case this very thing happened. His father walked outside to the edge of the railing and yelled at Veccio telling him to come back inside, threatening him. Veccio for once in his life didn't listen to his father, and it felt good. He got into the car and drove off not saying a word.