Post by Axel Bauer on Jul 31, 2009 19:40:36 GMT
Rewriting this later does not help you now.
Since your history is below standard I will grant you the rank of Sanitätsobersoldat but only because is a low rank already.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Axel Bauer
Nationality:
Austrian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Wehrmacht
Character History:
Axel Bauer was born in Vienna, Austria in 1918. His family was part of the Austrian Aristocracy from the Bauer Family. He grew up extremely privileged and often, instead of playing or fighting with his cousins, he would study the life around him. Axel was never a fighter, never. He revered life in all shapes and forms.
At the age of 18, Axel enrolled into a very nice medical school in Germany. There he learned much about medicine and excelled in his studies. After two years, of being in medical school, he found that the historic Anschluss had taken place, and Austria was now part of the Third Reich. After graduating medical school in 1940, Axel went back to Austria to become a doctor. He got a job in one of the best hospitals in Austria and worked there for three more years. In 1943, Axel was drafted to the Wehrmacht. They learned of his medical degree and he was immediately placed into Medic training. After a year of medic training, Axel was sent to the front lines.
(Planning to rewrite this on the wiki when I get approved.)
Military Rank:
Sanitätsobersoldat
Writing Sample:
Axel sat behind cover with his P38 in hand. There had been heavy fighting all across the line today. He had saved a few people, but a lot of them bled to death. He saw a young Sanitäts-soldat get nailed in the head while attending to a young machine gunner who had just gotten his hand ripped off in an explosion. He was trained to run and grab the medical bags of fallen Medics and loot them for supplies.
Suddenly, he heard machine gun fire rake towards the sand bags where a group of soldiers were exchanging fire with the enemy. He heard "Sanitäter!" be screamed in agony and slung his medical bag over his shoulder. He ran as fast as he could, bullets cracking over his head and hitting the ground near his feet. He got to the sandbags and looked to a young Grefeiter. He had taken a bullet to the stomach and was screaming for help. He placed a nearby Unteroffizier's hand near the wound.
"Halten Sie Druck hier Herr Unteroffizier!" yelled Axel. The Unteroffizier kept pressure as Axel stuck a finger in the wound, feeling for the bullet. After a few minutes, he found it.
He did not feel any artery or organ damage, lucky for the Grefeiter. He pulled the bullet free of the man's muscle tissue and ripped open a packet of sulfur and unbuttoned the Grefeiter's field jacket and pulled the shirt off. He dumped the powder on the wound and pulled out a few syrettes of morphine. He place the needles in the young man's arm and squeezed the tubes. The morphine coursed through him, and eventually the screams died down from the young soldier as the pain was dulled. Axel than took out a spool of bandages and a pair of scissors. He wrapped the bandage tightly around the soldier's abdomen and cut it. He took out a couple safety pins and pinned the bandage closed.
Axel hoisted the young man onto his shoulders and ran as quickly as he could with the extra weight to his old position. He then gave the Grefeiter to a lower ranking medic and the man was rushed back to the aid station. Axel sighed, the boy had been lucky that the bullet completely missed his liver and kidneys. He then began running down the line, checking for wounded. He came across a rifleman who had been shot in the leg while running for cover. The soldiers had tied the wound up with a piece of a field coat. The Sanitätsobersoldat unwrapped the wound and dug out the bullet. He applied sulfur powder and used placed a small bandage over the leg. He injected the man with a syrette of morphine and continued down the line. He was one of the few medics that actually graduated medical school in his company. Most of them had been people who did not want to fight with bullets, but with medicine. He respected that, and respected the men in his company for that choice.
Since your history is below standard I will grant you the rank of Sanitätsobersoldat but only because is a low rank already.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name: Axel Bauer
Nationality:
Austrian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
Wehrmacht
Character History:
Axel Bauer was born in Vienna, Austria in 1918. His family was part of the Austrian Aristocracy from the Bauer Family. He grew up extremely privileged and often, instead of playing or fighting with his cousins, he would study the life around him. Axel was never a fighter, never. He revered life in all shapes and forms.
At the age of 18, Axel enrolled into a very nice medical school in Germany. There he learned much about medicine and excelled in his studies. After two years, of being in medical school, he found that the historic Anschluss had taken place, and Austria was now part of the Third Reich. After graduating medical school in 1940, Axel went back to Austria to become a doctor. He got a job in one of the best hospitals in Austria and worked there for three more years. In 1943, Axel was drafted to the Wehrmacht. They learned of his medical degree and he was immediately placed into Medic training. After a year of medic training, Axel was sent to the front lines.
(Planning to rewrite this on the wiki when I get approved.)
Military Rank:
Sanitätsobersoldat
Writing Sample:
Axel sat behind cover with his P38 in hand. There had been heavy fighting all across the line today. He had saved a few people, but a lot of them bled to death. He saw a young Sanitäts-soldat get nailed in the head while attending to a young machine gunner who had just gotten his hand ripped off in an explosion. He was trained to run and grab the medical bags of fallen Medics and loot them for supplies.
Suddenly, he heard machine gun fire rake towards the sand bags where a group of soldiers were exchanging fire with the enemy. He heard "Sanitäter!" be screamed in agony and slung his medical bag over his shoulder. He ran as fast as he could, bullets cracking over his head and hitting the ground near his feet. He got to the sandbags and looked to a young Grefeiter. He had taken a bullet to the stomach and was screaming for help. He placed a nearby Unteroffizier's hand near the wound.
"Halten Sie Druck hier Herr Unteroffizier!" yelled Axel. The Unteroffizier kept pressure as Axel stuck a finger in the wound, feeling for the bullet. After a few minutes, he found it.
He did not feel any artery or organ damage, lucky for the Grefeiter. He pulled the bullet free of the man's muscle tissue and ripped open a packet of sulfur and unbuttoned the Grefeiter's field jacket and pulled the shirt off. He dumped the powder on the wound and pulled out a few syrettes of morphine. He place the needles in the young man's arm and squeezed the tubes. The morphine coursed through him, and eventually the screams died down from the young soldier as the pain was dulled. Axel than took out a spool of bandages and a pair of scissors. He wrapped the bandage tightly around the soldier's abdomen and cut it. He took out a couple safety pins and pinned the bandage closed.
Axel hoisted the young man onto his shoulders and ran as quickly as he could with the extra weight to his old position. He then gave the Grefeiter to a lower ranking medic and the man was rushed back to the aid station. Axel sighed, the boy had been lucky that the bullet completely missed his liver and kidneys. He then began running down the line, checking for wounded. He came across a rifleman who had been shot in the leg while running for cover. The soldiers had tied the wound up with a piece of a field coat. The Sanitätsobersoldat unwrapped the wound and dug out the bullet. He applied sulfur powder and used placed a small bandage over the leg. He injected the man with a syrette of morphine and continued down the line. He was one of the few medics that actually graduated medical school in his company. Most of them had been people who did not want to fight with bullets, but with medicine. He respected that, and respected the men in his company for that choice.