The first man to be drummed out of the Army was forced to march from one end of the camp to the other to the sound of drums. (His jacket was turned inside-out, too, but that was already in practice among the dishonorable.)

In the Civil War, soldiers had their heads shaved and rank insignia torn from their jackets. Officers told the troops not to touch the drummed-out soldiers, but more than one was found dead after the ceremony.

These days, the Army  much more civil.

But the Mafia sticks guys in oil drums and tosses them into the harbor

Things have got crazy around here, everywhere you go people are trying to pick your pockets, bust prisoners out of the city jail, shoot some poor randon bum sleeping on the sidewalk. A couple of people with no loyalties leaving their family and claiming other territories. Have people completely lost their minds!? What on earth is going on!? A little bit of crime and people walk around like they own the place, thehy think they are the next big thing, crazy! I'll teach them and show them what a real criminal is, just you watch! Things are going to change!

I could hear the sirens, knowing they were coming for me. I had just committed the ultimate atrocity in my line of work. I had killed my own Godfather in his sleep. I left a horrible mess, I had to finish off his wife because I couldn't bare the shrieking of horror. Where could I hide? Where could I go? Down this alley with the homeless bums. I could disguise myself as one of them. I pulled a ragged box over myself then heard a "NOBODY MOVE, FREEZE, POLICE!", before I could even get to my feet BANG! Lights out.

Life's not what it once was. In the old days, when you had a guys word, you had a bond. You could trust him to do his part and he could trust you to do yours. However, in recent years, things have changed. People are beginning to look out for themselves to get ahead. What can you expect in the mafia? Johnny learned a lesson the other day when he'd offered to give up some information to a fed. He looked away for a split second and found himself in handcuffs. We're now visiting Johnny behind bars. Watch your back.

All i had to was get the girl. Just pick her up and take her to the Don, even that i could not do right. So i am sitting here in my car, sorry my new car, with a smashed back window and a blown out tyre. How could it go so bad for me, my first true test in the Family. How did they know that we were there, how did they know what I has doing. How am i going to tell the Don they have taken her. Taken for not wearing a dog collar, poor little Fluffy

Vinnie always wanted to be a wise guy like his father. He grew up admiring the tall, well-dressed men from his father's crew. That respect turned into a calm resolve one night, when the boss ordered his father killed. Vinnie went to his father's bedroom and took out the old pistol. He cleaned it, made sure it was in working order, and loaded it.

Vinnie found the boss eating at his favorite meat market, and left his body there for the police. The Wise Guys were too shocked to stop Vinnie. He simply said "Now you guys work for me."

That night the city captains sat around the table chatting, as regular as clockwork. Silence swiftly set in as the godfather entered ranting to his loyal right hand, furious with something. We knew something was wrong, but what? Everyone looking confused, searching for clues from the other fellas. Suddenly the big guy looked away from his right hand and looked me deep in the eye. “You know what you’ve done, nobody screws me” he whispered. He pulled his gun and shot, bang! Pauli on my right, shot dead in an instant. Such relief I hadn’t crossed the boss.

Things were getting worse. No where was safe anymore, no matter where you went or who you were with you could feel their eyes on you. They had their boys round every corner. I had even seen a few people resorting to hanging around the local police station to get away from it, and in our line of business, that's never a good sign. There had been arson's carried out at a few local crime family headquarters, and you just never knew if yours was next. Times had gotten tough, and nobody could see them getting better any time soon.

I find myself searching, for what I know not. I look through the cities for product to move. I look through others pockets, sometimes finding only lint. I look in the jails for familiar faces, and I look in the lake hoping to find none. I look in the casinos to find luck, screw trying to earn an honest buck. I look and look but find no sign of what I search for. I grow tired and weak and stumble back to my head quarters report in and grab a seat at the bar. The search is over, I'm home.

I'm packing iron and if I'm going to pay off my debt, I'm sending an old friend to swim with the fishes. Put a bullet between his peepers. They said he ratted out some of the boys and now they're in the slammer. I think they're having me do it so I learn that if I ever cross them, the same thing will happen to me. Time to see if I've got guts. There he is, crossing the street, nearing the car. I pull the trigger. I speed off, and I feel like I just shot myself in the soul.

you came to this world alone...first you were afraid and a bit confused...you took a walk at the streets to relax but  you felt even more afraid and anxious...Some tried to talk to you some ignored you some tried to... it does not matter now!you've found a friend.he teaches you everything you need to know...You start to sell some drugs pickpocket......you realize that you have become a consiglieri to the most danferous family...you control things now you see things...but it's not enough you want more!you are thinking of killing him!

The Godfather was rumored to plan an attack on us.

I'm not worried though. I've had my share of fun. I'm growing old.
It's my gang, and especially RHM Salvatore, I'm worried about.

I want Salvatore to take over my gang, and the entire city when I pass.

I called my closest to a hasty meeting. Plans were laid. We were attacking.
We reached his HQ and caught them by surprise. The fight went our way.

The Godfather was wounded, not dead. He had managed grab a gun. Salvatore yelled; "Boss, look out!"

My last sight was of a muzzleflash.

I had done it. Finally seduced the big boss. He didn't know I was already sleeping with his right hand man, the poor sap. It's kind of too bad that we have to do this now, I was starting to enjoy his company. Getting married to him would be my biggest achievement, until the reception. He would never suspect his closest friends, surrounding him on his wedding day, would choose that time to take him out. As I stood over his body in my white dress, watching life leave him, I could only say one thing: "Love is war, baby."

I had awakened to the sound of gun fire. I saw that in a matter of seconds everyone within the compound was already dead or dying. Before I could get to my gun, the shots had ceased. I looked out the window to see that whoever was shooting was gone.

I first called my loved ones, see if they needed my personal protection. I then called the next person in the chain of command, the Godfather of the city. “Sir, our compound has been taken and everyone is dead.” The only reply was, “then be thankful I left you alive.” 

I never imagined anytime soon that I would be doing this kind of work after only just joining the mafia. Maybe the boss has high hopes for me; if thats the case then I better not let him down. So what's the job again? Go find this Gennaro D'Alessandro and silence him before he lets word slip about my leaders plans. I should find him lurking around the strip bar in Chicago so best get a move on. Right there's the fucker, better wait for him to get in his car. Shouldn't been seen or heard if I wait. BANG!

Roman found a patch outside of Chicago to bury his old friend. It had been a long night and he smelled of gunpowder. Everything changed that night, he had gone from a man of many friends, to one with few; a Right Hand Man to a Godfather. The tall Irishman sat back in the dirt after the task was complete and guzzled down his whiskey. This would be the last time Roman would be able to sit in peace without the hopes of a city burdening his shoulders. “Rest in peace, Colin... I will not stop until you are avenged.”

When he needed love he  found it on his wife s hug !!!!When he needed  money he found them at his pathetic job!!!!When he needed freedom he find it in the family !!!! His life stert to mean somethimg for him when he did the first drug deal !! When he sheard the profit with his family on the bar when he saw his Boss smilling at him!! NOw he gives love to his woman and dont need his first pathetic job !! HE is someone on this crazy land !!! His trip to the streets has just began !!!