Guido seemed a fitting nickname for a brother whose full name was Gaetano Cutino. I made him the butt of a number of situations that inspired cartoons through my years with Delta, his obvious ties to the Italian Mafia notwithstanding. Though he had no such ties, in reality, it was the de facto duty of men on an assault team to bond through the breaking of balls and the demonstrative propensity to behave like a stereotypical ass:
“Hey, Guido… is my radio too loud for you?”
“No, man… not at all.”
“Great, because you know… I wouldn’t want you to “take out a hit on me”, have me “rubbed out”, “clipped”, “swimming with the fishes” and all…”
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