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Name:Lieutenant General Robert F. Sink

Nationality:
- You may pick any, but remember, you will be apart of the US/UK Army - This is until new mass rank threads are added for other nationalities. American

What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US

Character History:
- Born April 3, 1905, in Lexington, NC, Robert Frederick Sink began his military career upon graduation from West Point in 1927. His first assignment as a Second Lieutenant was with the Eight Infantry at Fort Screven, GA. In November 1929, he was assigned to the 65th Infantry at San Juan, Puerto Rico. In March 1932, he joined the 34th Infantry at Fort Meade, MD, and remained with this unit until July 1933, when he was assigned to duty with the Civilian Conservation Corps at McAlevy's Fort, PA until December of that same year. He then returned to the 34th Infantry. in September 1934, he was assigned to the 57th Infantry at Fort McKinley, Philippine Islands.He returned to the United States in November 1937, and was assigned to the 25th Infantry at Fort Huachuca, AZ, where he served successively as Company Commander and Regimental Operations Officer. in November 1940, when he was assigned to the 501st Parachute Infantry Battalion at Fort Benning. He later commanded the 503rd Parachute Infantry Battalion and the 503rd Parachute Infantry Regiment. In July 1942, he was named as Commander of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment at Toccoa, GA; Fort Benning, GA; and Fort Bragg, NC.In September 1943, he moved to Europe with the 506th PIR, commanding it until the end of hostilities there. On August 12, 1945, Sink was named Assistant Division Commander of the 101st Airborne Division.He returned to the United States and assumed Command of the XVIII Airborne Corps and Fort Bragg in May 1957. In May 1958, he was announced as Commander, Strategic Army Corps (STRAC), United States Army.His last major command was as Commander of United States forces in Panama.
Lieutenant General Robert Frederick Sink retired in 1961. He died on 13 December 1965
Military Rank:
-Lieutenant General


Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)

Sink wore the shoddy clothes of a beggar almost, scraping his Officer Uniform and chevrons, for the garments of a local French Farmer. He’d seen the clothes hanging to dry on a nearby line, so they wasn’t completely dry either, which caused a displeasing chill against his skin every time the breeze beat against his chest or flailed around his stern nimble limbs.

A sudden eerie feeling did seem to follow Liam for quite a while, but being behind enemy lines, he wasn’t surprised. The French had made a complete mockery of British forces in France, trying to stop the Nazis from invading, why on hell would Churchill allow the French to control their glorious men? It baffled him, but one thing sure, was that the French had completely let the Nazis through and now Lieutenant Brentwood was behind enemy lines, racing to get in front of the German Frontier, back to his battalion at least!

The English was on mass retreat and Liam must’ve got lost due in the night, as his platoon and company came under heavy bombardment. Now, he walked lonely across farmland in damp clothing, looking more conspicuous than average and normal, that was until vehicles in the distance caught his attention and had Liam falling to his belly within the midst of the hay field, crawling deeper into the foliage, in fear he’d be seen.

“Bloody marvellous…” he muttered to himself angrily, as he watched German Panzers rumbled down the dirt-path in the short distance, Nazis hollering back and forth to their commanders, whilst their tank crew captains sat atop of their steel deadly tank stallions to look ahead with their binoculars, indulging themselves with their fat egos in watching the British retreat - more so knowing they was already winning the war after little effort, this was only the beginning and the Nazis already had France in their grip! Next, Britain - right?

Liam watched in ore, unable to do much, knowing fully well he had to let them past… So he laid dormant in the bristle of the bushes until the coast was clear… However long that took, idly playing with his webley revolver, the British officer’s side-arm.

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