Post by MAC4906 on Jan 2, 2014 10:11:48 GMT
Character Name: Marion Aurthur Carroll
Rank: Sergeant
Nationality: American
History:
Marion was born in a small farming community in southern Indiana known as Washington on July 12, 1920. He was a quiet man who believed that actions spoke louder than words, at least that was what his father always told him. When the war broke out in 41 Marion saw this as an opportunity. Finally he would have the chance to carry on his family's tradition. Every man in the Carroll family before him had served in varying degrees, during conflicts ranging from the revolution to the great war. Now it was his turn. On December 9, 1941, he marched down to the recruiting office to enlist.
"Ain't you a little small to be joining the army son?", the recruiter asked Marion as he was shuffling paperwork. Marion stood at about 5' 6" and but was build well thanks to his youth being spent working on a farm. "What does size have to do with anything old man? I'm as ready and willing to do my part as these other gentlemen are. Ain't that enough?", Marion says while gesturing to the other men who were waiting their turn. The recruiter, who had been in the army for 12 years by this point, raised his left eyebrow at Marion, "First off, I'm not an old man boy, and secondly son, I don't think you have what it takes to be in this man's army." "Just give me the dang papers and let me go first sergeant before I show you what I can do to be in this here army", Marion stated defiantly. For a long moment the two men just stared at each other before finally letting Marion proceed onwards.
Rank: Sergeant
Nationality: American
History:
Marion was born in a small farming community in southern Indiana known as Washington on July 12, 1920. He was a quiet man who believed that actions spoke louder than words, at least that was what his father always told him. When the war broke out in 41 Marion saw this as an opportunity. Finally he would have the chance to carry on his family's tradition. Every man in the Carroll family before him had served in varying degrees, during conflicts ranging from the revolution to the great war. Now it was his turn. On December 9, 1941, he marched down to the recruiting office to enlist.
"Ain't you a little small to be joining the army son?", the recruiter asked Marion as he was shuffling paperwork. Marion stood at about 5' 6" and but was build well thanks to his youth being spent working on a farm. "What does size have to do with anything old man? I'm as ready and willing to do my part as these other gentlemen are. Ain't that enough?", Marion says while gesturing to the other men who were waiting their turn. The recruiter, who had been in the army for 12 years by this point, raised his left eyebrow at Marion, "First off, I'm not an old man boy, and secondly son, I don't think you have what it takes to be in this man's army." "Just give me the dang papers and let me go first sergeant before I show you what I can do to be in this here army", Marion stated defiantly. For a long moment the two men just stared at each other before finally letting Marion proceed onwards.