Marion A. Carroll 2.0

[Mac4906]

Character Name: Marion Aurthur Carroll
Allegiance: Allies/ American
Requested Rank: Sergeant

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.

Writing Sample:
     "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.
    2 years and 5 months later Marion was rapidly being reminded of the farm back in Indiana, as he compared the Higgins boat he was crammed into with about 20 other men , to cattle being lead to the slaughter house. It was June 6th, 1941, D-Day. As the Higgins boat slowly turtled its way toward the beach, Marion began to hear the hiss of bullets snapping over head. Mortar rounds were splashing all around. "ONE MINUTE", the cry went out. Marion began to quake. He held his M1 carbine tightly to his chest and fought to keep his last meal down, all while hoping that that was going to be his last meal. "THIRTY SECONDS", the cry went out again. He began to breath heavily. Marion had never been so scared in all his life. He wanted to focus on why he was here. The Germans were terrorizing Europe. Maybe they might even come after his home one day. Someone had to stop them. His thoughts began to wander back home. Back to the farm in Indiana. His wife Ester, with her soft eyes that begged him not to go. Blue, his German Shepherd and his closest friend. "FIVE SECONDS, CLEAR THE RAMP, GOOD LUCK MEN. SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE ", his sergeant bellowed.
    It all happened in a flash. All he could remember was the ramp coming down then laying on the beach. Marion began to lift his body off the wet sand, when he began to hear a roar unlike any he had ever heard before. Looking ahead of him, he could see a concrete structure with mg42's firing and the beaches. Getting on his knees, Marion began to look for his rifle. It was close at hand and with it he began to advance. He couldn't think straight. Everything was a blurr. All he knew was that this was not a good place to be, and on that thought he scanned to his left and right to find something, anything. To his left he saw a group of men rushing forward to an embankment, only to be ripped apart by mg fire. Marion was shocked. He had never seen anyone killed before. At this moment, he realized this situation he was in and understood what had to be done.

[Heiko Alkema]

First, let me welcome you to Issuing Orders. Fresh faces are always welcome.

Now for the application: I've been a little too forgiving on applications lately, but your stuff's good so I feel you'll be able to handle it if I raise the bar with you.

At current, I would approve this at the rank of Corporal. But if you're set on being Sergeant, pad out that history somewhat. Are there any particularly defining moments in his past that have been particularly significant in shaping his personality?

And then extend that sample just a wee little bit. What is it that needs to be done exactly and how does he arrive at that conclusion after witnessing what he did? And if you want, how does he start to go about accomplishing it?

Feel fee to post again in this thread with either a revised sample/history or with an acceptance of the Corporal ranking. And if you have any questions post them here or in the cbox.

[Mac4906]

I actually planned to go back in and add to the example. Due to the time at which I decided to do the application I was so tired that that was all I could post at the time. The problem with the history part for me though is that I dont really know what to do unfortunately.

[Heiko Alkema]

No worries. Pad out that sample and we'll call it good.

[mac4906/ Covi]

I apologize for not re posting the voices in bold. Not sure how to do that in a quick reply.

Character Name: Marion Aurthur Carroll
Allegiance: Allies/ American
Requested Rank: Sergeant

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. His father was a broad shouldered man named Henry Marnius Carroll. He had served with the all American division in the great war and had had his fill of blood. He had made it his lifes goal to keep his son out of something so horrible. Because of this he pushed Marion hard to go to school. Marion however had other ideas. All he ever wanted was to work on a farm. It was a simple life, but also an honest one. He did however have a love for history. Military history to be exact. He would stay up late into the night reading books by candle light about the Romans, Caesar in Gaul to be specific. General Lee was his role model in life. His victories at Fredricksburg and Chancellorsville were utterly astounding to Marion. His mother was Jennifer Lynn Carroll. A soft but warm hearted woman. She just wanted to see her son succeed in life. She would constantly suggest new things to Marion. "Go explore the country Marion. There's a whole world out there waiting to be explored", she would often tell him.
The Carroll family was what one would consider a christian family. Every Sunday they went to church. Sat in the rows and sang songs of the glory of God and such. Marion was a devote follower, but he yearned to prove himself. Any chance he had to show that he could get the job done, he would jump on the opportunity to show it. One fall, his father Henry fell deathly ill to a serious case of pneumonia. Marion without a thought stepped up and took it upon himself to go gather up all 15 acres of crops that the family owned. It took him over a week. He never asked for help, he just kept working. When he had finally finished, the first thing he did was sleep. He sleep for two days straight before arising to let his father know that he was done. "You did good son", Henry whispered, as he lay in a pool of sweat on his bed. "What else needs to be done dad", Marion said somberly, knowing the direction the sickness was taking his father. His mother had been a nurse for 18 years and had taught everything she could to her son. Henry coughed violently, then looking at his concerned son rasped, "Well the horses still need to be fed and watered, the same goes for the pigs and chickens. Your mom should know what else needs to be taken care of. Ha ha, I see that look on your face boy. Don't count me out of the fight just yet. I didn't march through France just so that I could come home and roll over." Henry died 5 weeks later on December 3rd, 1934. The night his father passed on Marion made a vow to never again lose the ones he cared about. He would do whatever it took to protect and defend them. He went back to school. Began to learn everything he could. His focus was on History. He believed he could find truth and hope in the past. He would never let this happen again.
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.

Writing Sample:
"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.
2 years and 5 months later Marion was rapidly being reminded of the farm back in Indiana, as he compared the Higgins boat he was crammed into with about 20 other men , to cattle being lead to the slaughter house. It was June 6th, 1941, D-Day. As the Higgins boat slowly turtled its way toward the beach, Marion began to hear the hiss of bullets snapping over head. Mortar rounds were splashing all around. "ONE MINUTE", the cry went out. Marion began to quake. He held his M1 carbine tightly to his chest and fought to keep his last meal down, all while hoping that that was going to be his last meal. "THIRTY SECONDS", the cry went out again. He began to breath heavily. Marion had never been so scared in all his life. He wanted to focus on why he was here. The Germans were terrorizing Europe. Maybe they might even come after his home one day. Someone had to stop them. His thoughts began to wander back home. Back to the farm in Indiana. His wife Ester, with her soft eyes that begged him not to go. Blue, his German Shepherd and his closest friend. "FIVE SECONDS, CLEAR THE RAMP, GOOD LUCK MEN. SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE ", his sergeant bellowed.
It all happened in a flash. All he could remember was the ramp coming down then laying on the beach. Marion began to lift his body off the wet sand, when he began to hear a roar unlike any he had ever heard before. Looking ahead of him, he could see a concrete structure with mg42's firing and the beaches. Getting on his knees, Marion began to look for his rifle. It was close at hand and with it he began to advance. He couldn't think straight. Everything was a blurr. All he knew was that this was not a good place to be, and on that thought he scanned to his left and right to find something, anything. To his left he saw a group of men rushing forward to an embankment, only to be ripped apart by mg fire. Marion was shocked. He had never seen anyone killed before. At this moment, he realized this situation he was in and understood what had to be done.
"Get up this beach", Marion shouted to all within earshot. He began to run. His lungs had never burned this much. His legs felt like lead weight slowing him down and he sprinted across the sandy beach. Sounds similar to hornets hissing over head were all around him. There was a man to his left who went limp and hit the ground face first. Marion just kept on running. He saw what looked like a wall of sand to his front. He began to make for it as fast as he could.
He hit he beach dune hard, his shoulder hurt from the impact. To his left and right were men similarly hugging the wall. One man to Marion's immediate left appeared to be sleeping. "Hey pard, this ain't the time to be sleeping. We have to do something" , Marion shouted over the roar of mg fire to his immediate front. He shook the man and saw a red liquid leaking from the mans helmet. Marion realized the man was dead. Shot through the head by a bullet. He recoiled from the man. A hiss flew by his head. Marion looked up to see a man on a hill reloading a rifle. It was a German sniper who had taken a shot at him. Marion raised his carbine and fired off three rounds like he had been taught. The German recoiled back and disappeared from his site.
There was a large explosion to his right. "We've broken through. Get up there", a sergeant could be seen yelling just before he was ripped in half by mg fire. Marion rose up and began to run just as many others did. He knew this was a bad place to be and had to get off the beach. Running through a crater he saw a small incline that rose up the side of one of the bunkers. He began to sprint for it alone with 7 others. Getting to the slope they began to make there way up. Marion was fourth in the line going up the hill. Just as they got to the top, the first two men went down. Cut down by rifle fire. Marion crawled forward towards the crest of the hill with the other men in tow. The one remaining man in front of him was curled up in a ball, screaming for his mom. Marion grabbed the man's shoulder, "Your mom isn't here son, but I am. Stick with me". Popping his head up over the lip, Marion spotted three men hunkered behind a pile of sand bags. "Anyone here an NCO?", Marion shouted to the five remaining men. They all shook their heads. "Alright you three, hit those sand bags as hard as you can. Me and the other two will try and get this bunker silenced" Marion indicated as he pointed out who would do what. The boy who was screaming a moment ago refused to leave Marion's side. "Alright, on my mark, hit em with everything you got", Marion screamed. "Now", cried Marion, and with that, he as the other two rose up and sprinted for the closest trench. The other three began to fire as fast as possible at the group of Germans. Suddenly coming under so much fired the Germans hunkered down behind their wall of bags.
Marion jumping into the trench, quickly followed by the other two. Scanning left and right down the trench he didn't see any immediate threat. "Come on, let's get this bunker silenced", Marion whispered to the two. Moving cautiously down the line they worked their way to the back of the bunker. There was a large steel door blocking their entrance into the complex. "Damn, its locked", Marion said in frustration at the door wouldn't budge. "I have explosives sir", the boy spoke up, seeming to quake the the sound of his own voice. "Good man, lets blow this door to kingdom come", Marion said with a smile that was more faked than real. Placing the charges the trio moved back down the trench. "Alright on my signal, we blow the door then rush the place got it. I'll go first", Marion said quickly. Five seconds later an explosion ripped out, and the the three rushed in the bunker. "Was die er, was ist los", a voice to Marion's left shouted. Raising his rifle Marion put four rounds into the direction of the voice, then heard a satisfying thump and the German's body hit the ground. "Come on", he whispered. Approaching a door way the three could hear the deafening roar of two mg42's playing a symphony of death upon Marion's fellow comrades. They had to be silenced. Leaning inside the door way Marion could see 6 Germans. Four operating the two mg42's and another two spotting for them. Their attention wasn't in his direction so he scanned the room. To his immediate right in a rack was the Germans' weapons. Good they were unarmed. Marion motioned the other two into the room silently. When all three were ready, Marion shouted in his most commanding voice, "Hands in the air Fritz. Stop now and we'll let you live." The Germans as one, did an about face and stared at the trio. One began to reach in his jacket. Marion leveled his rifle and put two rounds into the man's chest. "ICH GIBT AUFT", the five remaining Germans shouted.
About two hours later the battle was dying down. Only sporadic shots could be heard off in the distance. Marion had found what looked like a good place for a nap after a hard days work and was busy trying to fall asleep. In his mind he couldn't stop replaying the events of the day. His platoon was nowhere to be found. For all he knew he was the only one left. The sound of crunching sand alerted him to the approach of someone. Pushing his helmet back, Marion spied the young boy from earlier sitting next to him. "So what'cha doing mac.", the boy said. Sitting up straight, knowing he wasn't going to be getting any sleep, Marion eyed the boy, probably not a day over 17 if he had to guess. "First off, I ain't mac. I got a name, it's Marion. Marion Carroll", he said in a low tone of annoyance. "Secondly, I'm trying to sleep". "Sounds fun Mar, mind if I join you", the boy asked already sitting down next to Marion. "I guess I don't have a choice now do I. So buck, whats your story", Marion said. " I'm James Coleman. Born and raised in Knoxville, Tennessee. You from Texas Mar?", James said with an upbeat attitude. "Nah, I was born in Washington, Indiana. My dad and mom were from Texas though. Guess that explains allot", Marion replied. The two sat silently for awhile. Not sure what to say to the other. Thoughts began to wander. Eventually James began to start sobbing. Marion, concerned about his new found friend's mental health decided to do something about it. "Hey James, don't worry man. The day is over, the battle is won, now its time to have some fun", Marion said while smiling. Laughing hysterically at the rhyme James replied,"Where'd you come up with that one. That beats all now don't it". Marion, still smiling replied "That it does my friend, that it does. Welcome to fortress Europa."

[Mac4906]

Hows that lol

[Heiko Alkema]

Very nice. You'll just have to get used to putting an extra space between paragraphs because Proboards is dumb and doesn't indent.

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