Post by johnmasterson on Oct 1, 2008 4:38:51 GMT
Accepted... Again. You've shown good writing skill in this application and I'm more than happy to give you the rank of Sergeant. And since I'm nice, I'll let you keep the CP that you already have
~Dan
Was Masterson, decided to switch characters before I got too involved.
Account E-Mail: (already done form first go round)
Name: Matthew Baker
Nationality: American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: United States
Character History:
Matthew Baker was born February 22, 1921 in St. Louis, Missouri to a father who was a veteran of World War I, and a mother who was a fulltime house wife.
Baker grew up a normal kid, but his parents split when he was rather young. He attended the local high school and was the star player on the baseball team. After graduation, Baker was enrolling into college, but in December of 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, rallying the majority of America's youth to war, including Baker. Not wanting to serve in the regular infantry, he decided to volunteer for the newly established parachute infantry units.
After passing basic training, and passing parachute infantry training in Camp Taccoa, Georgia, Baker was given his wings and promoted to Corporal. Days later he was sent to Uppottery, England, where he was to make the jump into Normandy. However, due to his squad's sergeant being killed during a routine training jump, Baker inherited the roll of squad leader for 3rd Squad within his company. He was promoted to Sergeant just before they jumped.
Military Rank: Sergeant
Writing Sample:
Baker hit the ground hard. His parachute opened fine, but the jump was made from too low of an altitude, he didn't have time to brace. Upon hitting the ground, Baker pulled off his helmet and then removed his lifevest and parachute. After dropping these uneeded items, he put his helmet back on and then proceeded to gather his surroundings. Looking from the left to right, he could see he was in a dark but small clearing surrounded by a dense set of timber and branches. He stood up and slung his M1 around and held it firmly in his hands. He looked up and could see the sky was filled with bright lights from AA fire, and the dark sillhouttes of C-47s thundering over the French coast, behind each one were the blurred sights of white parachutes opening up, extremely low to the ground.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Baker checked his wrist compass and saw he was currently facing West. He had no idea where he was exactly, but that his objective, Causeway #1, was south, hopefully. With these things in mind, Baker dove into the woodlands and started to move.
As he got deeper into the woods, Baker could swear he was hearing high wispers in an unfamiliar language, almost German. But he wasn't sure. He pressed on through the branches and limbs. The cracks and snaps of wood were silenced by the loud roars of the planes above, and the gunfire opposing them. Yet the sound of voices overtoned all of it. Baker looked in every direction. Walking backwards at times, he was sure he was about to buy it, without ever getting anywhere in this God awful mess of a war. But nothing ever happened as he came to a small opening in the woods. Across the clearing sat a small hut like shelter, a window facing in Baker's direction, he could see there was light inside of it. Then, from behind this shelter came two figures, walking side by side, one had what seemed to be a cigarette in his mouth. As the came around the back, the light from above casted themeselves in the shape of German conscripts. Baker layed prone into the bushes and watched them continue what appeared to be a patrol around the area.
Had these been the voices? Who knows. But Baker wasn't taking any chances. He removed his knife from his boot strap, and applied it to the front of his M1. He wasn't letting them stop him on his way to Berlin.
~Dan
Was Masterson, decided to switch characters before I got too involved.
Account E-Mail: (already done form first go round)
Name: Matthew Baker
Nationality: American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: United States
Character History:
Matthew Baker was born February 22, 1921 in St. Louis, Missouri to a father who was a veteran of World War I, and a mother who was a fulltime house wife.
Baker grew up a normal kid, but his parents split when he was rather young. He attended the local high school and was the star player on the baseball team. After graduation, Baker was enrolling into college, but in December of 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, rallying the majority of America's youth to war, including Baker. Not wanting to serve in the regular infantry, he decided to volunteer for the newly established parachute infantry units.
After passing basic training, and passing parachute infantry training in Camp Taccoa, Georgia, Baker was given his wings and promoted to Corporal. Days later he was sent to Uppottery, England, where he was to make the jump into Normandy. However, due to his squad's sergeant being killed during a routine training jump, Baker inherited the roll of squad leader for 3rd Squad within his company. He was promoted to Sergeant just before they jumped.
Military Rank: Sergeant
Writing Sample:
Baker hit the ground hard. His parachute opened fine, but the jump was made from too low of an altitude, he didn't have time to brace. Upon hitting the ground, Baker pulled off his helmet and then removed his lifevest and parachute. After dropping these uneeded items, he put his helmet back on and then proceeded to gather his surroundings. Looking from the left to right, he could see he was in a dark but small clearing surrounded by a dense set of timber and branches. He stood up and slung his M1 around and held it firmly in his hands. He looked up and could see the sky was filled with bright lights from AA fire, and the dark sillhouttes of C-47s thundering over the French coast, behind each one were the blurred sights of white parachutes opening up, extremely low to the ground.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Baker checked his wrist compass and saw he was currently facing West. He had no idea where he was exactly, but that his objective, Causeway #1, was south, hopefully. With these things in mind, Baker dove into the woodlands and started to move.
As he got deeper into the woods, Baker could swear he was hearing high wispers in an unfamiliar language, almost German. But he wasn't sure. He pressed on through the branches and limbs. The cracks and snaps of wood were silenced by the loud roars of the planes above, and the gunfire opposing them. Yet the sound of voices overtoned all of it. Baker looked in every direction. Walking backwards at times, he was sure he was about to buy it, without ever getting anywhere in this God awful mess of a war. But nothing ever happened as he came to a small opening in the woods. Across the clearing sat a small hut like shelter, a window facing in Baker's direction, he could see there was light inside of it. Then, from behind this shelter came two figures, walking side by side, one had what seemed to be a cigarette in his mouth. As the came around the back, the light from above casted themeselves in the shape of German conscripts. Baker layed prone into the bushes and watched them continue what appeared to be a patrol around the area.
Had these been the voices? Who knows. But Baker wasn't taking any chances. He removed his knife from his boot strap, and applied it to the front of his M1. He wasn't letting them stop him on his way to Berlin.
