Post by Application on Aug 26, 2010 4:19:41 GMT
Accepted. Welcome to IO. If you have any questions feel free to ask; there's almost always someone around to answer them.
-Heiko
Account E-Mail: grungedoctor88@hotmail.com
Name: Joseph “Doc Joe” Shelton
Nationality:
American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
United States
Character History:
Joseph Shelton was born on May 22, 1920, into a typical southern home in the rural surroundings of New Orleans, Louisiana. He was brought up in a traditional middle class home. His father was a businessman who sold contracts to cities for private industrial companies. His mother was a homemaker who also advocated for the educational system in the state. Joesph, who would be called “Joe, Joey, or Shell,” by his closest friends and family, grew up a normal life and rarely had a hardship.
Even during the Great Depression, his father was fortunate to find work, despite taking significant financial losses, and was always able to provide, minus the luxuries. Joseph’s older brother, Stanley, was what most would call the “favorite.” He was active in sports, and was on his way to a prominate career in professional baseball. He had been offered positions with the Chicago Cubs, New York Yankees, and the Brooklyn Dodgers. However, during a scratch game one August afternoon, Stanley collapsed in the dugout, and died minutes later.
It was found out that Stanley had a rare and nearly unheard of heart condition that triggered his premature death. Devastated by the loss of his older brother and idol, Joseph was determined from there on to become a doctor, and help uncover such diseases, so that no other family should go through what he went through.
His plans were noble, and after graduating high school in the Spring of 1938, Joseph was enrolled at Louisiana State University, where he attended the medical school program and began his internship at the local hospitals. He instantly stood out during his schooling. He was book smart, and very attentive to what he was being taught.
For the next almost three years, Joseph would continue to hit high marks and succeed in his passion as he looked forward to finally obtaining his medical degree. However, in the closing month of his third year, things would change completely.
It was early December, 1941. Joseph’s class was at the end of the semester, and were preparing to break for the Winter holidays. On December 7th, he was in his dormitory listening to the radio play as he packed his things before leaving. As he put away some clothes, the vibrant music cut as a news reporter began to speak anxiously. This caught Joesph off guard, so he stopped to listen and see what the commotion was. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he hear the news. From the NBC newsroom in New York, President Roosevelt said in a statement today that the Japanese had attacked the, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii from the air. I repeat that, President Roosevelt said in a statement today that the Japanese had attacked the, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii from the air . This bulletin has come from the NBC newsroom in New York.
It would be several days, even weeks as more information poured out. America would go on the declare war on Japan the following day of the attack, and not long after, Germany would declare war on the United States. World War Two had come knocking at the front door of millions of Americans everywhere. And Joseph was no exception. Like most other youths of his time, he felt he was obligated to do his part.
On January 3,1942, after nearly a month of weighing the options, gathering information, and talking to his family and friends, Joseph dropped out of college, and enlisted in the United States Army. Despite the fact he had not graduated, the Army felt that he had plenty of experience to serve somewhere in the medical area of the service. Joseph did not protest this suggestion, and happily agreed to enlist as a field medic.
In mid-February, Joseph was sent to Fort Jackson, South Carolina, where he learned basic training. Upon his completion of basic training, he was then ushered to Fort Sam Houston in Texas, where he learned combat medicine and advanced trauma interventions for the battlefield. He passed his training with honors, and because of his history and merits in training, was promptly promoted to Corporal, and was given the responsibility of assisting the teaching of other trainees as they entered the course, and was thus staffed at Fort Sam Houston as an instructor adjunct.
Joseph figured this would be his duty, to train medics in the program he had just come from. He found himself displeased in his new role. While he enjoyed teaching, he longed to put his skills to use, and it killed him knowing these very people he is teaching will get to do that. One afternoon, however, Joseph was making his way down the hall in the administration office when he stopped at a bulletin board. There he saw a large flyer advertising what was called the “Airborne Corps.”
Reading this flyer, Joseph became obsessed. He wanted to jump out of airplanes, directly into action, and put his medical skills to the limits. He was determined to become a paratrooper. Joseph brought his wish to the attention of the CO, who gladly approved him for transfer to airborne school and an eventual placement in an airborne unit.
He arrived to Fort Benning, Georgia in July of 1942. Here he was officially attached to the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, who had just arrived from Camp Toccoa. For the next several weeks, Joseph would learn and practice the necessities of parachuting and airborne operations. Eventually he came to his finals, in which he would make five exits from an airplane. He did so without error, and was promptly awarded his parachutist certificate, and silver jump wings. However, Joseph would not stay with the 506th. After completion of jump school, he was removed from the Regiment, as they prepared for disembarkation of the US to England.
Joseph was given new orders as an individually assigned medic, which meant he would be deployed, and then processed into a unit as he arrived in the theatre. It was not long after these orders, that he received his deployment orders. Joseph would be sent to the European theatre, and was put on a slow boat to England, destined for whatever fate had laid ahead for him.
He would arrive in England two-weeks after leaving, and begin advanced training with various infantry and airborne units, practicing his medical skills, and on some occasions real ones when a soldier would injure himself in training. It was now 1944, Joseph had been in England for almost a year…
Military Rank:
Hospital Aid (Corporal)
Note: Just cause I’m anal, may I call myself a Technician Fifth Grade? It was the US Army’s technical equivalent of a Corporal, but were used for the non-leadership roles, ie: medics, RTO’s, I’m sure you’re all aware.
Writing Sample:
Joe was trying his best not to make a sound. His breathing alone could have attracted every Panzer Division in the entire area of operations he was so frantic. But he kept himself calm and collected. It wasn’t the first time S-2 had screwed his unit with intel for a patrol. And once again he found himself alone as his platoon mates had gone and gotten lost.
But this time it was different. This time the patrol was deep into the enemy lines. There were no friendly command post just yards behind Joe’s position. There were no fellow troops to come up with him and shoot the breeze. He was deep in the heart of Normandy, in a thick patch of dense woods just south of the village Carentan.
Earlier in the day an airborne company had seized it, and to ensure it remained in American hands, regiment had routinely ordered patrols to watch out for any counter-attacks. And thus tonight a patrol was taking place, but once the soldiers had taken the wrong path, via the intel officer, they found themselves far from Carentan, and far from Joe’s position, in where he would remain to receive casualties from the patrol.
It was different because it was dark. All previous patrols had been done during the day. It was cloudy, visibility was so poor you could barely make out your own hand in front of you. Worst of all, it was quiet. The sporadic gunfire and explosions of several nights past were no longer. It was as if nothing were in existence.
Being an unarmed medic, Joe was surely a juicy target for becoming a POW, or by rare chance, death. Hours had gone by and no contact had returned to him. He knew by wasting time here only so much could go wrong. He decided to make his way back towards Carentan, and link up with battalion hq.
As he began his trek, he began to feel the eerie sensation as if someone were watching him, and closing in. He was constantly looking around into the blinding black night. His eyes were useless as he had to feel his way around trees and shrubs. He paused for a moment to listen. Nothing. He continued on, trying to maintain his breathing at a low yet adequate rate. He was sweating and panting through the woods, trying to collect his bearings, but couldn’t.
Joe stopped once more as he though he heard a faint but distinct shout in the distance. He held his breath. And then he heard it, in plain but faint English, “Medic!” Joe dashed towards the voice, growing louder as he ran in the direction of origin. He grabbed and pulled past every tree and skipped over every brush as he could feel them slap against his boots.
The shout grew in volume and number. He knew it was his guys, he knew their voices, their pleads for his presence. The adrenaline kicked in as Joe came within talking distance of the group. He immediately replied after the next shout for a medic with a common question, “Who is it?!”[/i] A voice replied, “It’s Paulson! He’s hit in the neck!”
Joe made visual contact with the group, and could see Pauslon lying on the ground, kicking his legs as he held his neck. Joe could smell the blood as he came to a kneel at Paulson’s side. He threw down his medic bag and instinctively went to work. He assessed Paulson’s neck. He quickly determined that a round had entered his trachea and the damage had lodged his airway shut.
The rest of the unit looked on in silence as Joe began to take control of the situation. He pulled out a surgical knife and a small rubber tube that was hollowed out. He cursed as he leaned over Paulson’s neck. ”By God, I’ll be damned if you’re gonna die on me! Just stay calm!” Joe instructed two soldiers to hold down Paulson’s arms as he made an incision and clamped the skin on Paulson’s neck. He then quickly took the rubber tube and carefully slid it down into the trachea.
Joe then applied a packet of sulfa powder around the wound and wrapped the neck with pressure dressings and gauze. After controlling the airway and breathing, Joe stuck Paulson in the thigh with a morphine dose, which within minutes calmed him to a state of grogginess. Joe went over Paulson’s body, ensuring that he had everything under control. Paulson grew quiet, his breathing returned to a normal rate as he dozed in and out of consciousness.
There were a few moments of silence before Joe stood up and looked around at the rest of the group. One of them walked past him and patted him on the back and thanked him. “Nice work, Doc.” The rest followed suit as they helped Joe prepare to transport Paulson back to the rear.
(Bah, I got lazy near the end, it’s late!)
-Heiko
Account E-Mail: grungedoctor88@hotmail.com
Name: Joseph “Doc Joe” Shelton
Nationality:
American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
United States
Character History:
Joseph Shelton was born on May 22, 1920, into a typical southern home in the rural surroundings of New Orleans, Louisiana. He was brought up in a traditional middle class home. His father was a businessman who sold contracts to cities for private industrial companies. His mother was a homemaker who also advocated for the educational system in the state. Joesph, who would be called “Joe, Joey, or Shell,” by his closest friends and family, grew up a normal life and rarely had a hardship.
Even during the Great Depression, his father was fortunate to find work, despite taking significant financial losses, and was always able to provide, minus the luxuries. Joseph’s older brother, Stanley, was what most would call the “favorite.” He was active in sports, and was on his way to a prominate career in professional baseball. He had been offered positions with the Chicago Cubs, New York Yankees, and the Brooklyn Dodgers. However, during a scratch game one August afternoon, Stanley collapsed in the dugout, and died minutes later.
It was found out that Stanley had a rare and nearly unheard of heart condition that triggered his premature death. Devastated by the loss of his older brother and idol, Joseph was determined from there on to become a doctor, and help uncover such diseases, so that no other family should go through what he went through.
His plans were noble, and after graduating high school in the Spring of 1938, Joseph was enrolled at Louisiana State University, where he attended the medical school program and began his internship at the local hospitals. He instantly stood out during his schooling. He was book smart, and very attentive to what he was being taught.
For the next almost three years, Joseph would continue to hit high marks and succeed in his passion as he looked forward to finally obtaining his medical degree. However, in the closing month of his third year, things would change completely.
It was early December, 1941. Joseph’s class was at the end of the semester, and were preparing to break for the Winter holidays. On December 7th, he was in his dormitory listening to the radio play as he packed his things before leaving. As he put away some clothes, the vibrant music cut as a news reporter began to speak anxiously. This caught Joesph off guard, so he stopped to listen and see what the commotion was. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he hear the news. From the NBC newsroom in New York, President Roosevelt said in a statement today that the Japanese had attacked the, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii from the air. I repeat that, President Roosevelt said in a statement today that the Japanese had attacked the, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii from the air . This bulletin has come from the NBC newsroom in New York.
It would be several days, even weeks as more information poured out. America would go on the declare war on Japan the following day of the attack, and not long after, Germany would declare war on the United States. World War Two had come knocking at the front door of millions of Americans everywhere. And Joseph was no exception. Like most other youths of his time, he felt he was obligated to do his part.
On January 3,1942, after nearly a month of weighing the options, gathering information, and talking to his family and friends, Joseph dropped out of college, and enlisted in the United States Army. Despite the fact he had not graduated, the Army felt that he had plenty of experience to serve somewhere in the medical area of the service. Joseph did not protest this suggestion, and happily agreed to enlist as a field medic.
In mid-February, Joseph was sent to Fort Jackson, South Carolina, where he learned basic training. Upon his completion of basic training, he was then ushered to Fort Sam Houston in Texas, where he learned combat medicine and advanced trauma interventions for the battlefield. He passed his training with honors, and because of his history and merits in training, was promptly promoted to Corporal, and was given the responsibility of assisting the teaching of other trainees as they entered the course, and was thus staffed at Fort Sam Houston as an instructor adjunct.
Joseph figured this would be his duty, to train medics in the program he had just come from. He found himself displeased in his new role. While he enjoyed teaching, he longed to put his skills to use, and it killed him knowing these very people he is teaching will get to do that. One afternoon, however, Joseph was making his way down the hall in the administration office when he stopped at a bulletin board. There he saw a large flyer advertising what was called the “Airborne Corps.”
Reading this flyer, Joseph became obsessed. He wanted to jump out of airplanes, directly into action, and put his medical skills to the limits. He was determined to become a paratrooper. Joseph brought his wish to the attention of the CO, who gladly approved him for transfer to airborne school and an eventual placement in an airborne unit.
He arrived to Fort Benning, Georgia in July of 1942. Here he was officially attached to the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, who had just arrived from Camp Toccoa. For the next several weeks, Joseph would learn and practice the necessities of parachuting and airborne operations. Eventually he came to his finals, in which he would make five exits from an airplane. He did so without error, and was promptly awarded his parachutist certificate, and silver jump wings. However, Joseph would not stay with the 506th. After completion of jump school, he was removed from the Regiment, as they prepared for disembarkation of the US to England.
Joseph was given new orders as an individually assigned medic, which meant he would be deployed, and then processed into a unit as he arrived in the theatre. It was not long after these orders, that he received his deployment orders. Joseph would be sent to the European theatre, and was put on a slow boat to England, destined for whatever fate had laid ahead for him.
He would arrive in England two-weeks after leaving, and begin advanced training with various infantry and airborne units, practicing his medical skills, and on some occasions real ones when a soldier would injure himself in training. It was now 1944, Joseph had been in England for almost a year…
Military Rank:
Hospital Aid (Corporal)
Note: Just cause I’m anal, may I call myself a Technician Fifth Grade? It was the US Army’s technical equivalent of a Corporal, but were used for the non-leadership roles, ie: medics, RTO’s, I’m sure you’re all aware.
Writing Sample:
Joe was trying his best not to make a sound. His breathing alone could have attracted every Panzer Division in the entire area of operations he was so frantic. But he kept himself calm and collected. It wasn’t the first time S-2 had screwed his unit with intel for a patrol. And once again he found himself alone as his platoon mates had gone and gotten lost.
But this time it was different. This time the patrol was deep into the enemy lines. There were no friendly command post just yards behind Joe’s position. There were no fellow troops to come up with him and shoot the breeze. He was deep in the heart of Normandy, in a thick patch of dense woods just south of the village Carentan.
Earlier in the day an airborne company had seized it, and to ensure it remained in American hands, regiment had routinely ordered patrols to watch out for any counter-attacks. And thus tonight a patrol was taking place, but once the soldiers had taken the wrong path, via the intel officer, they found themselves far from Carentan, and far from Joe’s position, in where he would remain to receive casualties from the patrol.
It was different because it was dark. All previous patrols had been done during the day. It was cloudy, visibility was so poor you could barely make out your own hand in front of you. Worst of all, it was quiet. The sporadic gunfire and explosions of several nights past were no longer. It was as if nothing were in existence.
Being an unarmed medic, Joe was surely a juicy target for becoming a POW, or by rare chance, death. Hours had gone by and no contact had returned to him. He knew by wasting time here only so much could go wrong. He decided to make his way back towards Carentan, and link up with battalion hq.
As he began his trek, he began to feel the eerie sensation as if someone were watching him, and closing in. He was constantly looking around into the blinding black night. His eyes were useless as he had to feel his way around trees and shrubs. He paused for a moment to listen. Nothing. He continued on, trying to maintain his breathing at a low yet adequate rate. He was sweating and panting through the woods, trying to collect his bearings, but couldn’t.
Joe stopped once more as he though he heard a faint but distinct shout in the distance. He held his breath. And then he heard it, in plain but faint English, “Medic!” Joe dashed towards the voice, growing louder as he ran in the direction of origin. He grabbed and pulled past every tree and skipped over every brush as he could feel them slap against his boots.
The shout grew in volume and number. He knew it was his guys, he knew their voices, their pleads for his presence. The adrenaline kicked in as Joe came within talking distance of the group. He immediately replied after the next shout for a medic with a common question, “Who is it?!”[/i] A voice replied, “It’s Paulson! He’s hit in the neck!”
Joe made visual contact with the group, and could see Pauslon lying on the ground, kicking his legs as he held his neck. Joe could smell the blood as he came to a kneel at Paulson’s side. He threw down his medic bag and instinctively went to work. He assessed Paulson’s neck. He quickly determined that a round had entered his trachea and the damage had lodged his airway shut.
The rest of the unit looked on in silence as Joe began to take control of the situation. He pulled out a surgical knife and a small rubber tube that was hollowed out. He cursed as he leaned over Paulson’s neck. ”By God, I’ll be damned if you’re gonna die on me! Just stay calm!” Joe instructed two soldiers to hold down Paulson’s arms as he made an incision and clamped the skin on Paulson’s neck. He then quickly took the rubber tube and carefully slid it down into the trachea.
Joe then applied a packet of sulfa powder around the wound and wrapped the neck with pressure dressings and gauze. After controlling the airway and breathing, Joe stuck Paulson in the thigh with a morphine dose, which within minutes calmed him to a state of grogginess. Joe went over Paulson’s body, ensuring that he had everything under control. Paulson grew quiet, his breathing returned to a normal rate as he dozed in and out of consciousness.
There were a few moments of silence before Joe stood up and looked around at the rest of the group. One of them walked past him and patted him on the back and thanked him. “Nice work, Doc.” The rest followed suit as they helped Joe prepare to transport Paulson back to the rear.
(Bah, I got lazy near the end, it’s late!)