Post by Vadim Volkov on Jul 2, 2011 3:54:59 GMT
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Name:Vadim Yuliyevitch Volkov
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: USSR
Character History:
Vadim Volkov was born in Murmansk, Karelian ASSR, Russian SFSR, USSR, on 23 September 1920 to Yuliy and Natasha Volkov/a. From his birth, Vadim lived with his parents in their apartment in Murmansk that was supplied to them through the collective naval factory that they both worked for. It was a shabby set rooms that Vadim remembered as being very homey during the long winters when the family was together at home and incredibly empty during the summer when everyone was out.
From his infancy until he entered primary school, Vadim stayed at a nursery while his parents worked and lived the typical early life of a Soviet citizen born after the Revolution.
As he grew older, Vadim was active in school as well as the Leninist Pioneers. He attended the Pioneer summer camps and eventually became active in the organizational leadership when he entered high school. His performance in school, and in the Party were a joy to his parents, despite their never being truly politically active. The person who was especially proud of him, however, was his uncle Sergei who played an active role in the Murmansk Communist Party and avidly watched his young nephew perform.
It was in fact the relationship with his uncle that defined Vadim’s future. He had never been very interested in school, nor in the Pioneers, though he was certainly willing to tell them what they wanted to hear, because he liked to camp and sing; he especially enjoyed sailing with his uncle in a small boat around the harbor of Murmansk. After gaining some experience in the sail boat, Vadim made a name for himself in Murmansk naval establishment when he took the boat out alone and managed to follow alongside a destroyer that was heading out of port. The sailors aboard were very impressed with the skills it took to ride in the wake of the massive ship. It was this fame and the continued urgings of his uncle that sent Vadim into the sea division of the pioneers, allowing him work at the naval base and ride aboard the ships that came in and out of port.
Though he loved sailing, and the sea, Vadim also had a deep passion for the nature that lived on land. There was hardly a weekend when he was not with his friends in the woods during the summer, or out skiing in the winter. It was hardly a surprise then, that when Vadim received his high school diploma he walked directly to the Red Navy Office and volunteered for the Naval Infantry.
Training for the marines, Vadim learned to jump out of airplanes with a parachute in addition to fighting amphibiously. It was surprising to him, however, that he spent most of his time training with the Red Army. When he moved to Leningrad to train with the Marines and the Red Army, he began specialized training in chemical warfare. The Russians had learned their lesson in the Great War, to always have the worst weapons ready. Specifically, he trained in the handling of chemical weapons and the use of chemical weapons in infantry tactics.
In 1939, a little over a year after Vadim had begun training, the Soviet Union invaded Poland. Among the troops used were the marines. Vadim saw his first combat as the Red Army and Marines crossed the eastern border of Poland and he made his way to the demarcation line agreed upon with the Germans. After the two week invasion, Vadim returned to Russia and was awarded the rank of Efreitor for his service in Poland, where his squad leader had been killed and he led the squad out of danger before flanking the Polish forces that had put them under fire.
Upon his return to Russia, Vadim began normal tours of duty on Red Navy ships in the Baltic and North Seas. For the final months before the German invasion of the USSR, his brigade was attached to a Red Army Division in Leningrad. He was 22 years old when the Germans invaded; he was one of the most experienced members of his unit, having fought in only one war for two weeks. It was a sad state-of-affairs for the Soviet Marines, but there would be nothing to stop Vadim from protecting his family and his motherland.
Military Rank: Efreitor Morski Pekhoti (Marine Corporal)
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Your character is on the frontlines during a massive attack by the enemy. His leader takes a bullet to the chest leaving your character in charge... (What does he do? What is running through his mind?)
Vadim heard the sound of the bullet that killed the Efreitor who was in charge of his squad. It was a sharp zipping sound, unlike any other sound he knew in his short years. The world seemed to slow down as he watched the man fall to the ground from the foxhole he was standing in and began to bleed profusely from his chest. He had never seen someone die before. He had seen the bodies of the German soldiers fall to the ground, after hearing the crack of rifles pointed at them, but it was nothing like the closeness, the personal offence of a man dying next to him.
The efreitor did not live long. He began coughing blood as Vadim came back to his senses and grasped tightly to his rifle as he looked around just over the edge of the foxhole and then looked back to see the other men behind him. They were all looking directly at him. Were they expecting him to do something? He had never fought before, but no one else had either. He was the senior squad member not by virtue of experience, but because he managed to sign up only a couple of months before they had.
Vadim couldn’t wait long. They expected him to do something, to give them instructions, to tell them to retreat. Oh, they wanted to hear those words so much. They wanted to run away from the tanks that were in the distance, but they did not want to be cowards. They did not want to be shot by their own officers. Vadim looked at all of them and kept his head low as he yelled across the short space,” послушайте! Мы идем вокруг флангя.” They all nodded their heads and watched as Vadim looked up again and then suddenly jumped into a run to the side and jumped behind a smoking T-26. The rest of the squad quickly followed as Vadim jumped out again and went over a stone wall and laid flat to wait for them.
Looking over the wall for only an instant, Vadim saw that a squad of German soldiers was moving forward toward the T-26 with a half-track coming up behind them. They were about 30 metres away. More troops would be coming, but an escape from the situation would be impossible with the Germans so near. Vadim pulled out a limonka grenade and pulled the pin out. The Germans had seen them, but they were being cautious because of snipers. He looked down at the squad behind him and motioned for them to toss two grenades over the stone wall without looking. Still holding the primer handle to his own grenade, Vadim waited as two of the eight men took out grenades, pulled the pins, and tossed the grenades over the wall. It was only four seconds after they had thrown them that loud explosions shook the wall and Vadim stood up, taking his chance from the confusion that the grenades had caused, and saw the half-track. He took aim and threw the grenade across the thirty meters. It didn’t land in the bed of the truck, but hit the top of the cab and fell down to the hood, where it exploded.
Vadim was behind the wall again when the grenade exploded. He looked at the troops behind him and motioned to stand up. He stood up himself and in the smoke he could see German soldiers on the ground. And a couple were standing up with their hands on their heads, trying to make sense of the concussive feeling. Vadim yelled, ”Выстрелете!” and the soldiers began firing. Vadim brought his own Mosin-Nagant to his shoulder and brought the sights on one German soldier who was running for cover behind the half-track and pulled the trigger. The man fell down, just as others had. The firing stopped after a couple of seconds. Everyone was listening to the rumbling in the distance. Tanks, lots of tanks were coming.
Vadim told his squad to start running back to the trench they had been in during the morning before they had gone out to patrol. It was not very far away, but the patrol had taken a windy route, to make sure that hadn’t missed any areas. The straightway took about twenty minutes, all the while, the deep sound of tanks grew louder and louder.
When they arrived in the trench, Vadim found out that the two other squads which had been in the trench were also ambushed and had lost have of their men, including the squad leaders. He ordered them to account for all the weapons in the trench and to load themselves with as much ammunition as possible. As the fifteen men searched for weapons, Vadim went to the radio that was leaned against the wall of the trench and picked up the receiver. ”Красная лиса. Это морептица. Пятые немецкие танкы приезжают к нам! Посылаете покрепленев.”
He set the receiver down, hearing the reinforcements were on their way and would take about half an hour. He could hear the engines as the tanks came closer. One of the men came to the efreitor and reported that there was one anti-tank rifle with a box of ammunition, three anti-tank grenades, a crate of limonki, a DP machine gun, and PPSh, as well as enough Mosin ammunition to fight the Great War all over again, said the soldier with a frightened grin on his face.
Vadim took the PPSh and slung it on his back. He would use it if the Germans came closer, but the mosin was his best bet for picking off the infantry that would precede the tanks. He ordered one of the men to take the anti-tank gun, and another man to follow him and go into the edge of the wheat field, where they could easily escape the sight of the Germans. He and the rest of the squad would stay in the trench and draw the Germans’ attention there.
They did not have to wait long. Ten minutes passed and the first German infantrymen came over the small hill. The Soviet soldiers waited a little longer before the German picket line was fully visible. Then the shooting began. Vadim fired off three shots before the tanks came into view. That was when the first shot was fired from the side in the wheat field. The boys on the anti-tank gun had made their first shot and it was spot on. The left side of the tank exploded in bright orange and yellow flame.
There was barely time to celebrate as three more tanks came over the hill and two of them fired at the trench. Both of the rounds went too far and exploded, making deaf all of the soldiers in the trench. The machine gun fired a quick volley at the tank farthest to the right, when they heard the anti-tank rifle again and the tank farthest to the left blew up. The middle tank began moving toward the wheat field and the tank on the right increased its speed toward the trench and fired a second shot that was so close to home, the troops in the trench got dust blown into their longs. Vadim ran to the anti-tank grenade crate and pulled one out. He told two of the men to jump out of the trench and head to the trench farther back and to run like hell. When they jumped out, the tank fired again and killed them as Vadim jumped out and ran toward the right, out of the reach of the machine gun. The tank was twenty metres away now. Vadim rushed up, pulled the pin and tossed the grenade onto the tank and ran back toward the trench and jumped in just as a piece of shrapnel cut across his back. Shit! he thought as he laid on the dirt bottom of the trench. He heard the anti-tank rifle again then the corresponding German explosion. The soldier behind that rifle would be commended.
It was then, as he was lying on the ground, in pain, that he heard the sound of planes. He looked up as saw as two Yak-9s blazed over the trench and got lower as they dropped bombs on the final tanks that were coming over the hill. There was one more than he had estimated. Vadim got up and dropped his Mosin. With the PPSh in his hand he ordered the troops out of the trench. It was about fifty metres over to the crest of the hill where they found the last of the German infantry waiting for the tanks to clear the way. It was a quick matter to shoot them and return to the trench. Cheering as the Yak-9s flew back toward their base. They were successful now, but more tanks were coming. It was time to return to the rendezvous point where they would pick up some armor support of their own. They were lucky to have gotten out with only have as many men as they had gone in with. Vadim felt the joy winning and the despair of their losses in a melancholy cocktail of feelings as he ran back toward the support.
Translations:
” послушайте! Мы идем вокруг флангя.”
-Listen, we’re going around to the flank.
”Выстрелете!”
-Fire!
”Красная лиса. Это морептица. Пятые немецкие танкы приезжают к нам! Посылаете покрепленев.”
-Redfox, this is seabird. Five German tanks are coming our way. Send reinforcements.
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?:
Well, I was a member of this site before. I was known as Doc in that time. It’s been a couple of years now and my writing is better and I have matured enough to overlook the stupid things I did in the past on the site. I was hoping to give this shtick another try.
Name:Vadim Yuliyevitch Volkov
Nationality:
Russian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: USSR
Character History:
Vadim Volkov was born in Murmansk, Karelian ASSR, Russian SFSR, USSR, on 23 September 1920 to Yuliy and Natasha Volkov/a. From his birth, Vadim lived with his parents in their apartment in Murmansk that was supplied to them through the collective naval factory that they both worked for. It was a shabby set rooms that Vadim remembered as being very homey during the long winters when the family was together at home and incredibly empty during the summer when everyone was out.
From his infancy until he entered primary school, Vadim stayed at a nursery while his parents worked and lived the typical early life of a Soviet citizen born after the Revolution.
As he grew older, Vadim was active in school as well as the Leninist Pioneers. He attended the Pioneer summer camps and eventually became active in the organizational leadership when he entered high school. His performance in school, and in the Party were a joy to his parents, despite their never being truly politically active. The person who was especially proud of him, however, was his uncle Sergei who played an active role in the Murmansk Communist Party and avidly watched his young nephew perform.
It was in fact the relationship with his uncle that defined Vadim’s future. He had never been very interested in school, nor in the Pioneers, though he was certainly willing to tell them what they wanted to hear, because he liked to camp and sing; he especially enjoyed sailing with his uncle in a small boat around the harbor of Murmansk. After gaining some experience in the sail boat, Vadim made a name for himself in Murmansk naval establishment when he took the boat out alone and managed to follow alongside a destroyer that was heading out of port. The sailors aboard were very impressed with the skills it took to ride in the wake of the massive ship. It was this fame and the continued urgings of his uncle that sent Vadim into the sea division of the pioneers, allowing him work at the naval base and ride aboard the ships that came in and out of port.
Though he loved sailing, and the sea, Vadim also had a deep passion for the nature that lived on land. There was hardly a weekend when he was not with his friends in the woods during the summer, or out skiing in the winter. It was hardly a surprise then, that when Vadim received his high school diploma he walked directly to the Red Navy Office and volunteered for the Naval Infantry.
Training for the marines, Vadim learned to jump out of airplanes with a parachute in addition to fighting amphibiously. It was surprising to him, however, that he spent most of his time training with the Red Army. When he moved to Leningrad to train with the Marines and the Red Army, he began specialized training in chemical warfare. The Russians had learned their lesson in the Great War, to always have the worst weapons ready. Specifically, he trained in the handling of chemical weapons and the use of chemical weapons in infantry tactics.
In 1939, a little over a year after Vadim had begun training, the Soviet Union invaded Poland. Among the troops used were the marines. Vadim saw his first combat as the Red Army and Marines crossed the eastern border of Poland and he made his way to the demarcation line agreed upon with the Germans. After the two week invasion, Vadim returned to Russia and was awarded the rank of Efreitor for his service in Poland, where his squad leader had been killed and he led the squad out of danger before flanking the Polish forces that had put them under fire.
Upon his return to Russia, Vadim began normal tours of duty on Red Navy ships in the Baltic and North Seas. For the final months before the German invasion of the USSR, his brigade was attached to a Red Army Division in Leningrad. He was 22 years old when the Germans invaded; he was one of the most experienced members of his unit, having fought in only one war for two weeks. It was a sad state-of-affairs for the Soviet Marines, but there would be nothing to stop Vadim from protecting his family and his motherland.
Military Rank: Efreitor Morski Pekhoti (Marine Corporal)
Writing Sample:
Scenario: Your character is on the frontlines during a massive attack by the enemy. His leader takes a bullet to the chest leaving your character in charge... (What does he do? What is running through his mind?)
Vadim heard the sound of the bullet that killed the Efreitor who was in charge of his squad. It was a sharp zipping sound, unlike any other sound he knew in his short years. The world seemed to slow down as he watched the man fall to the ground from the foxhole he was standing in and began to bleed profusely from his chest. He had never seen someone die before. He had seen the bodies of the German soldiers fall to the ground, after hearing the crack of rifles pointed at them, but it was nothing like the closeness, the personal offence of a man dying next to him.
The efreitor did not live long. He began coughing blood as Vadim came back to his senses and grasped tightly to his rifle as he looked around just over the edge of the foxhole and then looked back to see the other men behind him. They were all looking directly at him. Were they expecting him to do something? He had never fought before, but no one else had either. He was the senior squad member not by virtue of experience, but because he managed to sign up only a couple of months before they had.
Vadim couldn’t wait long. They expected him to do something, to give them instructions, to tell them to retreat. Oh, they wanted to hear those words so much. They wanted to run away from the tanks that were in the distance, but they did not want to be cowards. They did not want to be shot by their own officers. Vadim looked at all of them and kept his head low as he yelled across the short space,” послушайте! Мы идем вокруг флангя.” They all nodded their heads and watched as Vadim looked up again and then suddenly jumped into a run to the side and jumped behind a smoking T-26. The rest of the squad quickly followed as Vadim jumped out again and went over a stone wall and laid flat to wait for them.
Looking over the wall for only an instant, Vadim saw that a squad of German soldiers was moving forward toward the T-26 with a half-track coming up behind them. They were about 30 metres away. More troops would be coming, but an escape from the situation would be impossible with the Germans so near. Vadim pulled out a limonka grenade and pulled the pin out. The Germans had seen them, but they were being cautious because of snipers. He looked down at the squad behind him and motioned for them to toss two grenades over the stone wall without looking. Still holding the primer handle to his own grenade, Vadim waited as two of the eight men took out grenades, pulled the pins, and tossed the grenades over the wall. It was only four seconds after they had thrown them that loud explosions shook the wall and Vadim stood up, taking his chance from the confusion that the grenades had caused, and saw the half-track. He took aim and threw the grenade across the thirty meters. It didn’t land in the bed of the truck, but hit the top of the cab and fell down to the hood, where it exploded.
Vadim was behind the wall again when the grenade exploded. He looked at the troops behind him and motioned to stand up. He stood up himself and in the smoke he could see German soldiers on the ground. And a couple were standing up with their hands on their heads, trying to make sense of the concussive feeling. Vadim yelled, ”Выстрелете!” and the soldiers began firing. Vadim brought his own Mosin-Nagant to his shoulder and brought the sights on one German soldier who was running for cover behind the half-track and pulled the trigger. The man fell down, just as others had. The firing stopped after a couple of seconds. Everyone was listening to the rumbling in the distance. Tanks, lots of tanks were coming.
Vadim told his squad to start running back to the trench they had been in during the morning before they had gone out to patrol. It was not very far away, but the patrol had taken a windy route, to make sure that hadn’t missed any areas. The straightway took about twenty minutes, all the while, the deep sound of tanks grew louder and louder.
When they arrived in the trench, Vadim found out that the two other squads which had been in the trench were also ambushed and had lost have of their men, including the squad leaders. He ordered them to account for all the weapons in the trench and to load themselves with as much ammunition as possible. As the fifteen men searched for weapons, Vadim went to the radio that was leaned against the wall of the trench and picked up the receiver. ”Красная лиса. Это морептица. Пятые немецкие танкы приезжают к нам! Посылаете покрепленев.”
He set the receiver down, hearing the reinforcements were on their way and would take about half an hour. He could hear the engines as the tanks came closer. One of the men came to the efreitor and reported that there was one anti-tank rifle with a box of ammunition, three anti-tank grenades, a crate of limonki, a DP machine gun, and PPSh, as well as enough Mosin ammunition to fight the Great War all over again, said the soldier with a frightened grin on his face.
Vadim took the PPSh and slung it on his back. He would use it if the Germans came closer, but the mosin was his best bet for picking off the infantry that would precede the tanks. He ordered one of the men to take the anti-tank gun, and another man to follow him and go into the edge of the wheat field, where they could easily escape the sight of the Germans. He and the rest of the squad would stay in the trench and draw the Germans’ attention there.
They did not have to wait long. Ten minutes passed and the first German infantrymen came over the small hill. The Soviet soldiers waited a little longer before the German picket line was fully visible. Then the shooting began. Vadim fired off three shots before the tanks came into view. That was when the first shot was fired from the side in the wheat field. The boys on the anti-tank gun had made their first shot and it was spot on. The left side of the tank exploded in bright orange and yellow flame.
There was barely time to celebrate as three more tanks came over the hill and two of them fired at the trench. Both of the rounds went too far and exploded, making deaf all of the soldiers in the trench. The machine gun fired a quick volley at the tank farthest to the right, when they heard the anti-tank rifle again and the tank farthest to the left blew up. The middle tank began moving toward the wheat field and the tank on the right increased its speed toward the trench and fired a second shot that was so close to home, the troops in the trench got dust blown into their longs. Vadim ran to the anti-tank grenade crate and pulled one out. He told two of the men to jump out of the trench and head to the trench farther back and to run like hell. When they jumped out, the tank fired again and killed them as Vadim jumped out and ran toward the right, out of the reach of the machine gun. The tank was twenty metres away now. Vadim rushed up, pulled the pin and tossed the grenade onto the tank and ran back toward the trench and jumped in just as a piece of shrapnel cut across his back. Shit! he thought as he laid on the dirt bottom of the trench. He heard the anti-tank rifle again then the corresponding German explosion. The soldier behind that rifle would be commended.
It was then, as he was lying on the ground, in pain, that he heard the sound of planes. He looked up as saw as two Yak-9s blazed over the trench and got lower as they dropped bombs on the final tanks that were coming over the hill. There was one more than he had estimated. Vadim got up and dropped his Mosin. With the PPSh in his hand he ordered the troops out of the trench. It was about fifty metres over to the crest of the hill where they found the last of the German infantry waiting for the tanks to clear the way. It was a quick matter to shoot them and return to the trench. Cheering as the Yak-9s flew back toward their base. They were successful now, but more tanks were coming. It was time to return to the rendezvous point where they would pick up some armor support of their own. They were lucky to have gotten out with only have as many men as they had gone in with. Vadim felt the joy winning and the despair of their losses in a melancholy cocktail of feelings as he ran back toward the support.
Translations:
” послушайте! Мы идем вокруг флангя.”
-Listen, we’re going around to the flank.
”Выстрелете!”
-Fire!
”Красная лиса. Это морептица. Пятые немецкие танкы приезжают к нам! Посылаете покрепленев.”
-Redfox, this is seabird. Five German tanks are coming our way. Send reinforcements.
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?:
Well, I was a member of this site before. I was known as Doc in that time. It’s been a couple of years now and my writing is better and I have matured enough to overlook the stupid things I did in the past on the site. I was hoping to give this shtick another try.
