Post by The Stranger on Dec 3, 2009 12:47:04 GMT -5
Timothy Mackenzie was born in 1924, to Jimmy "Mackey" Mackenzie and Clarence Mackenzie, in a run down row home in Fensburgh. Timothy's father was a former bare knuckle boxer, with a shot at greatness, until the Flanagan Boys told him it was time to take a dive. Pride wouldn't let him, and Mackey Mackenzie died at the age of 36, shot twice in the back of the skull, when his son was only 8.
Without a father, Timothy grew up to be a wild and troublesome youth. he stole cars, rolled bums, and sold cartons of smuggled cigarettes to the factory workers in Cobham. Things were going pretty well, and soon he was rolling with his own crew, The Stars and Skulls. It was a terrifying name, for a relatively unimpressive group of kids, who mostly did minor heists, robbery and troublemaking. That was until Timothy tried to knock over a jewelry store, and got caught. That was February 7th 1942, he's 18th birthday. He was to be tried as an adult.
He was brought before the Judge "Nails" Nathan Hall, known as one of the toughest bastards on the bench. Ramrod Straight, Judge Hall had lost his left arm at the Ardennes. He told Timothy he had two choices. 15 years hard time, or the Marine Corps.
Timothy chose the Marines. He was sent to Camp Pendleton, California for boot camp, and was pleased to finally find a place where fighting, scraping, and being hard were rewarded, not punished. Timothy did well, and when the time came, he was told he could have a choice of assignments. Scanning over the list he saw a unit insignia with a Skull with five stars around it. It reminded him of his old crew, and he asked what the unit was.
"Marine Raiders," he was told. "Volunteers only."
"That's me," Timothy replied. He did additional training, before shipping out to Espirtu Santi Island, and joining his unit.
Timothy participated in the raid on Makin Island, and in the campaign along the Solomons. He got a reputation as being good with a trench broom, and being quick to use his raider stiletto both in battle, and in port. After the battle of Bouganville, one of his fire team members Henry Marshall remarked, "I'm glad that Mad Irishman is on our side, for christsake." The name stuck.
After the Enola Gay, and MacArthur signing some treaty on the deck of a battleship, Timothy returned home to New London. He tried to settle down, and started dating Susie Macdonald, a Scottish girl he'd met at a USO dance, but civilian life was not for him. He tried working at a factory making machine parts in Cobham, tending bar in Rotham, and several other gigs, and spent a night or two in the drunk tank, but nothing seemed to fit him the way combat had. When Susie got pregnant, Timothy knew he'd need money for a wedding band and a real home. It was then he ran into Smedly O'keefe, one of the original Stars and Skulls. He told Timothy that he was now working for the Mob in Rotham, and they always needed men who weren't disturbed by the sight of a little blood.
So Timothy went to work. A lot it was just intimidation. Collecting money from deadbeats, and keeping pimps and other lowlifes in line and paying protection. But some times, it took something more. During the Families War of 1949, Timothy gained respect from the Mob higher ups when he gunned down the car carrying Underboss Vincenzo Ferrelli and four bodyguards. Since then it seemed that the bosses kept coming to him, when someone needed to go. It paid well, and Timothy kept his feelings about it to himself.
At home things were going well. His son Timothy jr, was a smart and happy little boy, and his second is on the way. Susie is happy enough in their small picket fenced house in Rotham. She doesn't ask where the money comes from, or where Timothy goes, when he heads out "on business."
Without a father, Timothy grew up to be a wild and troublesome youth. he stole cars, rolled bums, and sold cartons of smuggled cigarettes to the factory workers in Cobham. Things were going pretty well, and soon he was rolling with his own crew, The Stars and Skulls. It was a terrifying name, for a relatively unimpressive group of kids, who mostly did minor heists, robbery and troublemaking. That was until Timothy tried to knock over a jewelry store, and got caught. That was February 7th 1942, he's 18th birthday. He was to be tried as an adult.
He was brought before the Judge "Nails" Nathan Hall, known as one of the toughest bastards on the bench. Ramrod Straight, Judge Hall had lost his left arm at the Ardennes. He told Timothy he had two choices. 15 years hard time, or the Marine Corps.
Timothy chose the Marines. He was sent to Camp Pendleton, California for boot camp, and was pleased to finally find a place where fighting, scraping, and being hard were rewarded, not punished. Timothy did well, and when the time came, he was told he could have a choice of assignments. Scanning over the list he saw a unit insignia with a Skull with five stars around it. It reminded him of his old crew, and he asked what the unit was.
"Marine Raiders," he was told. "Volunteers only."
"That's me," Timothy replied. He did additional training, before shipping out to Espirtu Santi Island, and joining his unit.
Timothy participated in the raid on Makin Island, and in the campaign along the Solomons. He got a reputation as being good with a trench broom, and being quick to use his raider stiletto both in battle, and in port. After the battle of Bouganville, one of his fire team members Henry Marshall remarked, "I'm glad that Mad Irishman is on our side, for christsake." The name stuck.
After the Enola Gay, and MacArthur signing some treaty on the deck of a battleship, Timothy returned home to New London. He tried to settle down, and started dating Susie Macdonald, a Scottish girl he'd met at a USO dance, but civilian life was not for him. He tried working at a factory making machine parts in Cobham, tending bar in Rotham, and several other gigs, and spent a night or two in the drunk tank, but nothing seemed to fit him the way combat had. When Susie got pregnant, Timothy knew he'd need money for a wedding band and a real home. It was then he ran into Smedly O'keefe, one of the original Stars and Skulls. He told Timothy that he was now working for the Mob in Rotham, and they always needed men who weren't disturbed by the sight of a little blood.
So Timothy went to work. A lot it was just intimidation. Collecting money from deadbeats, and keeping pimps and other lowlifes in line and paying protection. But some times, it took something more. During the Families War of 1949, Timothy gained respect from the Mob higher ups when he gunned down the car carrying Underboss Vincenzo Ferrelli and four bodyguards. Since then it seemed that the bosses kept coming to him, when someone needed to go. It paid well, and Timothy kept his feelings about it to himself.
At home things were going well. His son Timothy jr, was a smart and happy little boy, and his second is on the way. Susie is happy enough in their small picket fenced house in Rotham. She doesn't ask where the money comes from, or where Timothy goes, when he heads out "on business."
Hope you all are well and happy.