Post by Jack Daniels on Jun 12, 2008 12:48:06 GMT
Accepted!
Thank you for amending your application
Account E-Mail: daniel.rich@glantaf.cardiff.sch.uk
Name: Jack Daniels
Nationality:
-British
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
-UK
Character History:
- Born in Cardiff in 1916 to a wealthy family, Jack was pampered as a child. His father was the foreman of a large coal mine in the immediate area and was therefore extremely rich. Due to his great wealth, Jack's father paid for his fees at a well-respected medical school despite Jack's protests. He wanted to be a soldier, not a doctor.
When war broke out in 1939, Jack was a skilled medic and put his talents to better use on the front line. He tended his wounded comrades and rose to the rank of Combat Medical Technician Class 2 in 1941.
His medical skills are matched only by fierce determination, intelligence and resourcefulness.
Military Rank:
- Combat Medical Technician Class 2
Writing Sample:
Jack clutched at his wounded leg in agony and tried to fight back the tears. A bullet had embedded itself into his ankle abd the pain was agonising. Two years ago, he would have bent his head back and howled like a wolf. But nto today. War did that to a person.
Jack stumbled through the dense woodlands, hobbling pathetically. He smiled wryly. He could never get over the idea of a medic getting injured. Breathing heavily, he continued the long walk home.
Suddenly, a shot rang out from the darkness. Jack instinctively dived to the harsh gravelly floor and shielded his face with his gangly arms. The medic summoned up the courage to bring his arm down from his grubby face and peered blindly into the never-ending forest before him. Someone was there. Or, Jack thought unpleasantly, someone.
Jack stumbled forward and saw, to his horror, a wounded Corporal writhing on the floor in pain. He held a pistol in a bloody hand and had obviously just fired blindly into the air. Jack stared at the mangled form and gasped. It was a German.
He was faced with an ultimatum. He could save the injured soldier or he could let him die. Jack's head swam. What was he to do? He couldn't let an innocent man die just because he was German. Could he?
Jack nodded firmly. He knew what he had to do.
"Don't worry," he whispered quietely, bandaging up the whimpering German's arm. "I'm going to take care of you..."
Thank you for amending your application
Account E-Mail: daniel.rich@glantaf.cardiff.sch.uk
Name: Jack Daniels
Nationality:
-British
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
-UK
Character History:
- Born in Cardiff in 1916 to a wealthy family, Jack was pampered as a child. His father was the foreman of a large coal mine in the immediate area and was therefore extremely rich. Due to his great wealth, Jack's father paid for his fees at a well-respected medical school despite Jack's protests. He wanted to be a soldier, not a doctor.
When war broke out in 1939, Jack was a skilled medic and put his talents to better use on the front line. He tended his wounded comrades and rose to the rank of Combat Medical Technician Class 2 in 1941.
His medical skills are matched only by fierce determination, intelligence and resourcefulness.
Military Rank:
- Combat Medical Technician Class 2
Writing Sample:
Jack clutched at his wounded leg in agony and tried to fight back the tears. A bullet had embedded itself into his ankle abd the pain was agonising. Two years ago, he would have bent his head back and howled like a wolf. But nto today. War did that to a person.
Jack stumbled through the dense woodlands, hobbling pathetically. He smiled wryly. He could never get over the idea of a medic getting injured. Breathing heavily, he continued the long walk home.
Suddenly, a shot rang out from the darkness. Jack instinctively dived to the harsh gravelly floor and shielded his face with his gangly arms. The medic summoned up the courage to bring his arm down from his grubby face and peered blindly into the never-ending forest before him. Someone was there. Or, Jack thought unpleasantly, someone.
Jack stumbled forward and saw, to his horror, a wounded Corporal writhing on the floor in pain. He held a pistol in a bloody hand and had obviously just fired blindly into the air. Jack stared at the mangled form and gasped. It was a German.
He was faced with an ultimatum. He could save the injured soldier or he could let him die. Jack's head swam. What was he to do? He couldn't let an innocent man die just because he was German. Could he?
Jack nodded firmly. He knew what he had to do.
"Don't worry," he whispered quietely, bandaging up the whimpering German's arm. "I'm going to take care of you..."