Robert Francis Conner - US Army

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Name: PVT. Robert Francis 'Frank' Conner

Nationality: American

What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? The United State's

Character History:

Robert Francis Conner was born in Birmingham, Alabama on November 1st, 1923, the

oldest of William and Helen Conner's four sons. He and his brothers spent their

summers at their Grandfather's horse ranch in Texas. His grandfather started

teaching him to shoot when he was six, as well as his brothers.

A star quarterback on his High school team, Robert turned down a football

scholarship at the University of Alabama to join the Army, following in his father's

foot steps (William Conner fought in The Great War,) and volunteered for the newly

formed Airborne Command. His cousin, a Gunner's Mate in the Navy, was killed in the

attack on Pearl Harbor.

Before leaving for boot camp he eloped with his girlfriend, Charlotte Mitchell. Two

months later he received a letter from her telling him that she was pregnant.

All three of his brothers also volunteered for the Airborne once they turned

eighteen. Jonathan, the second oldest, served with the 503rd Regimental Combat Team

and was killed at Markham Valley. George, the youngest, was wounded during

Operation Husky and awarded the purple heart and the Silver Star for his actions

against the enemy.

Military Rank: Private

Writing Sample:

Robert felt a sudden, violent jolt as he jumped from the plane and his chute

deployed. In the distance he heard the faint sound of machine gun fire and the boom

of artillary. He landed and reached for his Garand, checking the chamber to varify

it was loaded. He joined up with the rest of his squad and followed them down the

dark country road.

Suddenly a gunshot broke the silence, this one much closer, and the man in front of

Conner fell to the ground clutching his stomach. The gun fire continued as the

company scrambled for cover and fired blindly into the night. Merkawitz and Hogan,

the company machine gun team, were cut down by sniper fire as they scrambled to get

their gun on line.

Conner spotted the German sniper and leapt to his feet emptying his Garand into him.

He fell from the tree and Conner sprinted for the M2 Browning. He racked the bolt

back, chambering a round, and pressed the trigger until the belt ran dry, straffing

the bushes in front of the US line with fifty caliber bullets. He sprang back to

his feet as he heard the click indicating an empty chamber. He raised his rifle

back to his shoulder and continued firing into the brush.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

PING!

He grasped a new clip and shoved it into the weapon, jerking the bolt back to load

the first round.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

PING!

He let his rifle drop to his side as he grasped a grenade with his left hand, pulled

the pin with his teeth and chucked it towards the Germans.

BOOM!

"Hold your fire!" he heard the company CO, Captain Greggs, shout over the ruckas.

A deathly silence took hold of the forrest.

"First Sqaud, your with me" He added as he started walking across the road.

Conner fell in behind the Captain with Sergeant Peters, the squad commander to his right. Slowly the crept towards the enemy position. Greggs vaulted over a shrub and caught a 9mm bullet in the leg, falling back against a tree. Conner raced after him and held his Garand on the German.

"Lassen Sie fallen es!" Conner shouted at him and he complied tossing his Luger to the ground, the weapon landed at his feet he kept his eyes on his prisoner as he bent down to pick it up and stuffed it in his waistband.

"MEDIC! THE CAPTAIN'S BEEN HIT!" He called out as he marched the German back to his company.

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TO THE MODS: Sorry about the double post, formatting got screwed up the first time. Please delete that one.

Account E-Mail:

Name: PVT. Robert Francis 'Frank' Conner

Nationality: American

What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath? The United State's

Character History:

Robert Francis Conner was born in Birmingham, Alabama on November 1st, 1923, the oldest of William and Helen Conner's four sons. He and his brothers spent their summers at their Grandfather's horse ranch in Texas. His grandfather started teaching him to shoot when he was six, as well as his brothers.

A star quarterback on his High school team, Robert turned down a football scholarship at the University of Alabama to join the Army, following in his father's foot steps (William Conner fought in The Great War,) and volunteered for the newly formed Airborne Command. His cousin, a Gunner's Mate in the Navy, was killed in the attack on Pearl Harbor.

Before leaving for boot camp he eloped with his girlfriend, Charlotte Mitchell. Two months later he received a letter from her telling him that she was pregnant.

All three of his brothers also volunteered for the Airborne once they turned eighteen. Jonathan, the second oldest, served with the 503rd Regimental Combat Team and was killed at Markham Valley. George, the youngest, was wounded during Operation Husky and awarded the purple heart and the Silver Star for his actions against the enemy.

Military Rank: Private

Writing Sample:

Robert felt a sudden, violent jolt as he jumped from the plane and his chute deployed. In the distance he heard the faint sound of machine gun fire and the boom of artillary. He landed and reached for his Garand, checking the chamber to varify it was loaded. He joined up with the rest of his squad and followed them down the dark country road.

Suddenly a gunshot broke the silence, this one much closer, and the man in front of Conner fell to the ground clutching his stomach. The gun fire continued as the company scrambled for cover and fired blindly into the night. Merkawitz and Hogan, the company machine gun team, were cut down by sniper fire as they scrambled to get their gun on line.

Conner spotted the German sniper and leapt to his feet emptying his Garand into him. He fell from the tree and Conner sprinted for the M2 Browning. He racked the bolt back, chambering a round, and pressed the trigger until the belt ran dry, straffing the bushes in front of the US line with fifty caliber bullets. He sprang back to his feet as he heard the click indicating an empty chamber. He raised his rifle back to his shoulder and continued firing into the brush.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

PING!

He grasped a new clip and shoved it into the weapon, jerking the bolt back to load the first round.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

PING!

He let his rifle drop to his side as he grasped a grenade with his left hand, pulled the pin with his teeth and chucked it towards the Germans.

BOOM!

"Hold your fire!" he heard the company CO, Captain Greggs, shout over the ruckas.

A deathly silence took hold of the forrest.

"First Sqaud, your with me" He added as he started walking across the road.

Conner fell in behind the Captain with Sergeant Peters, the squad commander to his right. Slowly the crept towards the enemy position. Greggs vaulted over a shrub and caught a 9mm bullet in the leg, falling back against a tree. Conner raced after him and held his Garand on the German.

"Lassen Sie fallen es!" Conner shouted at him and he complied tossing his Luger to the ground, the weapon landed at his feet he kept his eyes on his prisoner as he bent down to pick it up and stuffed it in his waistband.

"MEDIC! THE CAPTAIN'S BEEN HIT!" He called out as he marched the German back to his company.

[Guest]

OOC: I didn't see the template application until just now (copied someone else's app and replaced their stuff with mine) and so I didn't know that I was supposed to follow your scenario in my writting sample, but now that I do I went ahead and wrote a new sample following that scenario.

Private Conner's plane had been hit and his Company was forced to bail out, getting

scattered across the whole damn coast. He'd landed 5 miles from the intended drop

zone. In a tree! He'd cut himself down just before a German had shot him, running

him through with the bayonet on his rifle before he could reload. He knelt beside the

body took his gun belt, with a Walther P38 in the holster, off him and put it on below

his ammo belt for his Garand.

He also grabbed his MP40 and strapped it across his back, stuffing two extra mags

inside his boots and continued down the dirt road through the forrest. He heard the

faint rumble of a tank and dove into the dirt, waiting to have a three inch hole torn

through his chest by it's main cannon, but it continued peacfully into the distance

until he coul no longer heard it. He let out a sigh of relief, and laid there panting

for a few moments as he recomposed himself.

He heard a twig snap a few feet away from him. He jumped to his feet and aimed his

rifle in the direction of the noise.

"FLASH!" he whispered.

There was no answer. He fired. Still silence. He crept towards the brush, searching

for a body. There wasn't one, nor any blood on the leaves or any other indication

that anyone had been there. He heard the rustling of leaves and Germans shouting and

ran for cover behind a thick tree.

A German walked towards him. He slung his rifle and drew his combat knife, sneaking up behind him and slitting his throat. He stripped out of his uniform and stole the nazi's clothing and his mauser, following the search parties tracks back to their camp. He was cut off from any friendly forces and the enemy was hunting him down. If he was going to die, he was gonna do as much damage as could first and take as many Nazis as possible with him.

The Nazi he'd gotten the uniform from was carrying a satchel full of grenades and he found out that the camp was actually an ammo dump so he snuck around for awhile to asertain where they were storing their munitions and then headed there. He took out the guard in front of the storage shed and stole his keys, breaking in.

He immediately found a stack of crates with dynamite and moved them to the center of the room. On top of that he stacked fourty or fifty cases of 9mm and 8mm ammo, mortars, and bombs.

Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him and pulled the Luger he'd stolen from the first German he'd killed from it's hiding place in his waistband. He flung himself around suddenly and pointed the pistol at the empty room. He was beginning to think he was going crazy. The pile of explosives he was about to set off certainly didn't contradict that assessment. He pulled the pins from one of the grenades and suddenly felt a gun press into his neck.

"Put the pin back into that grenade and drop it." a voice with a German accent said.

"OK" He complied.

"Hands on your head" came the next order.

Conner saw his opportunity and siezed it. He'd taken Judo as a kid. He faked compliance until his hands were in position, then he spun around and grabbed the slide of the German's weapon and redirected to the side with his left hand, while his right delivered a karate chop to nose, breaking it. Next came a knee to the groin and he drew his knife and plunged it into his opponents chest.

He picked the grenade back up and as he ran for the door pulled the pin and threw it into the pile. He saw an unguarded truck and sprinted towards it as the ammo dump was engulfed in flames. He ducked as the Germans opened fire on him and several 9mm slugs just missed him. He reached the spot were he left his clothes and stopped to get them, continuing on foot after he changed. He dove into a ditch and grabbed his captured MP40, gunning down a squad of Nazi's as they emerged from the woods in pursuit.

He heard the blast of a tank cannon behind him and turned to see a platoon of Sherman tanks firing on the woods. He let out a whoop and lifted his helmet into the air, before changing the magazine in his weapon and continuing to fire on the enemy.

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Your writing sample was pretty good, but I was wondering if you could improve on your history a bit more before I accept this app. The minimum requirement is only 15 lines, which is merely a line more than you have already, but I've had to call people on it before so I can't stop now.

-JT

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Mar 8, 2010 2:19:59 GMT Edward"Butcher"McMillan said:

Your writing sample was pretty good, but I was wondering if you could improve on your history a bit more before I accept this app. The minimum requirement is only 15 lines, which is merely a line more than you have already, but I've had to call people on it before so I can't stop now.

-JT

I know. I counted it and I thought it was 15 lines, I guess I skipped 14, lol. I correct that ASAP

[Guest]

Robert Francis Conner was born in Birmingham, Alabama on November 1st, 1923, the oldest of William and Helen Conner's four sons. He and his brothers spent their summers at their Grandfather's horse ranch in Texas. His grandfather started teaching him to shoot when he was six, as well as his brothers.

A star quarterback on his High school team, Robert turned down a football scholarship at the University of Alabama to join the Army, following in his father's foot steps (William Conner fought in The Great War,) and volunteered for the newly formed Airborne Command. During basic training, he earned the highest marksmanship scores in his group. His cousin, a Gunner's Mate in the Navy, was killed in the attack on Pearl Harbor.

Before leaving for boot camp he eloped with his girlfriend, Charlotte Mitchell. Two months later he received a letter from her telling him that she was pregnant.

All three of his brothers also volunteered for the Airborne once they turned eighteen. Jonathan, the second oldest, served with the 503rd Regimental Combat Team and was killed at Markham Valley. George, the youngest, was wounded during Operation Husky and awarded the purple heart and the Silver Star for his actions against the enemy.

OOC: Is that better?

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Indded, welcome to Issuing Orders.

If you have any questions we have the "Beginner's Area" and if you can't find what you are looking for there then feel free to ask a staff or veteran member.

-JT