Post by Bob on Jun 29, 2009 2:54:50 GMT
Although I did enjoy reading your writing sample, your character history was a bit short. Corporal it is, welcome to IO. Any questions, please feel free to ask.
-JT
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Name: Robert Anders
Nationality:
US
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
Robert was born in 1918 to a small middle class family in Concord,New Hampshire. He lived there for only six years before he and his family moved to Atlanta,Georgia.
His father was a factory worker and his mother was as well. Robert also attended a Baptist church every Sunday. Many days Robert would have to walk to and from school which was about four miles away. He didn't mind it, though. He liked being alone. It gave him time to think.
By the time he was a freshman in highschool he found out that he loved sports. Football in particular. He was built very well for it. Tall about 6'3, about 215 lbs, and could run for at least forty minutes straight.
Robert joined the marines straight out of highschool. His father loved the idea of having a strong son as a marine. His mother didn't like the thought but, she encouraged him to pursue whatever dreams he had.
Robert than excelled in tracking and shooting. The days he would hunt with his father made him a very accurate shooter as well as stalker
Military Rank:
Sergeant or Corporal
Writing Sample: Robert had been sent on a scouting mission with three other men from his company. They had been walking for about fifteen minutes when one of Robert's men started to complain. "Ow man! I cut myself on a thorn bush. You got anything for it?"
One of the other men in his squad went over to the man to help him out. Then there was a small rustling in a bush about ten feet away. Robert signaled the men to hold tight as he checked it out. He started walking towards the bush and poked it with his M1 Garand. After he did so a rabbit jumped out and scurried away. Two of the men in Robert's squad laughed because one of the other's was shaking like a leaf. Robert straightened up and smirked a bit. He still didn't feel that safe, though. He felt something was wrong. Then he saw a red piece of cloth. Oh no. He thought to himself. While he hand-signaled his three men to stay close five Japs jumped out of five different trenches. "BONZIA!! They yelled like animals. Robert jumped being caught off-guard a bit. "Japs! Fire on 'em!" He said while raising his M1. He lined up his sights. He fired three shot. They all hit their marks and sent one of the Kamikaze's to the sand. The other three men in Robert's squad were blindly firing at the Japs. Robert turned his head to yell orders to his squad when a Jap rushed in on Robert. The Jap lunged his bayonet at Robert which knocked Robert off of his feet and sent him onto his back. All he could think about was how he couldn't die. Not like this.
The Jap pulled his bayonet to plunge it into Robert. He thrusted the bayonet at Robert. Robert hit then rifle making it strike the sand next to his side. Robert pulled out his knife and yelled "Not today Nip!. He then plunged the knife into the man's neck and sat back up. The men started to go a little more but, they realized that they had a problem. They were probably nine miles from base.
They all started jogging lightly and staying on edge. They had gotten about a mile when they saw maybe twenty or so Japanese just over a small ridge.
"What should we do Sarge?" One of the men asked Robert.
"Keep quiet and stay in my footsteps." He whispered back.
They crouched as low as each of them could and kept going. Robert heard some Jap chatter and signaled for them to stop. They did as they were told. The Jap started walking towards the ridge. When he got to the side he looked over and started to relieve himself over the side right over the four men. One of the four was standing almost directly under it when the Jap started. He got a little on his sleeve and cringed in disgust. He sniffed it and put his hand quickly over his mouth and nose.
After probably thirty seconds the Jap was finished. It was the longest thirty seconds of each of the mens' lives. They kept moving. Each of them staying close and in a single-file line.
About two more miles down the line Robert signaled them yet again to hold up. They did so. Robert peeked over the ridge and didn't see anybody. Just dirt and sand. He ordered the men to jog but, keep alert. He knew that the Japanese were masters of their surroundings.
After two grueling hours the men finally made it back to base and had a seat in the Mess Tent."Today I saw something amazing." He went on. "Today this man right here killed a charging Nip with his bare hands." The man said as he raised up Robert's arm. Robert didn't like this false appreciation but, he didn't stop the man from recognizing him.
"That's how a Devildog's supposed to do it!" A man yelled. The rest replied with the common marine respone. "Ooh-rah!"
-JT
Account E-Mail:EDITED OUT!
Name: Robert Anders
Nationality:
US
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
Robert was born in 1918 to a small middle class family in Concord,New Hampshire. He lived there for only six years before he and his family moved to Atlanta,Georgia.
His father was a factory worker and his mother was as well. Robert also attended a Baptist church every Sunday. Many days Robert would have to walk to and from school which was about four miles away. He didn't mind it, though. He liked being alone. It gave him time to think.
By the time he was a freshman in highschool he found out that he loved sports. Football in particular. He was built very well for it. Tall about 6'3, about 215 lbs, and could run for at least forty minutes straight.
Robert joined the marines straight out of highschool. His father loved the idea of having a strong son as a marine. His mother didn't like the thought but, she encouraged him to pursue whatever dreams he had.
Robert than excelled in tracking and shooting. The days he would hunt with his father made him a very accurate shooter as well as stalker
Military Rank:
Sergeant or Corporal
Writing Sample: Robert had been sent on a scouting mission with three other men from his company. They had been walking for about fifteen minutes when one of Robert's men started to complain. "Ow man! I cut myself on a thorn bush. You got anything for it?"
One of the other men in his squad went over to the man to help him out. Then there was a small rustling in a bush about ten feet away. Robert signaled the men to hold tight as he checked it out. He started walking towards the bush and poked it with his M1 Garand. After he did so a rabbit jumped out and scurried away. Two of the men in Robert's squad laughed because one of the other's was shaking like a leaf. Robert straightened up and smirked a bit. He still didn't feel that safe, though. He felt something was wrong. Then he saw a red piece of cloth. Oh no. He thought to himself. While he hand-signaled his three men to stay close five Japs jumped out of five different trenches. "BONZIA!! They yelled like animals. Robert jumped being caught off-guard a bit. "Japs! Fire on 'em!" He said while raising his M1. He lined up his sights. He fired three shot. They all hit their marks and sent one of the Kamikaze's to the sand. The other three men in Robert's squad were blindly firing at the Japs. Robert turned his head to yell orders to his squad when a Jap rushed in on Robert. The Jap lunged his bayonet at Robert which knocked Robert off of his feet and sent him onto his back. All he could think about was how he couldn't die. Not like this.
The Jap pulled his bayonet to plunge it into Robert. He thrusted the bayonet at Robert. Robert hit then rifle making it strike the sand next to his side. Robert pulled out his knife and yelled "Not today Nip!. He then plunged the knife into the man's neck and sat back up. The men started to go a little more but, they realized that they had a problem. They were probably nine miles from base.
They all started jogging lightly and staying on edge. They had gotten about a mile when they saw maybe twenty or so Japanese just over a small ridge.
"What should we do Sarge?" One of the men asked Robert.
"Keep quiet and stay in my footsteps." He whispered back.
They crouched as low as each of them could and kept going. Robert heard some Jap chatter and signaled for them to stop. They did as they were told. The Jap started walking towards the ridge. When he got to the side he looked over and started to relieve himself over the side right over the four men. One of the four was standing almost directly under it when the Jap started. He got a little on his sleeve and cringed in disgust. He sniffed it and put his hand quickly over his mouth and nose.
After probably thirty seconds the Jap was finished. It was the longest thirty seconds of each of the mens' lives. They kept moving. Each of them staying close and in a single-file line.
About two more miles down the line Robert signaled them yet again to hold up. They did so. Robert peeked over the ridge and didn't see anybody. Just dirt and sand. He ordered the men to jog but, keep alert. He knew that the Japanese were masters of their surroundings.
After two grueling hours the men finally made it back to base and had a seat in the Mess Tent."Today I saw something amazing." He went on. "Today this man right here killed a charging Nip with his bare hands." The man said as he raised up Robert's arm. Robert didn't like this false appreciation but, he didn't stop the man from recognizing him.
"That's how a Devildog's supposed to do it!" A man yelled. The rest replied with the common marine respone. "Ooh-rah!"
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