Post by Wilhelm Schlegal on May 3, 2009 3:25:07 GMT
I'll give you Sergeant.
Account E-Mail: Same one as my Wilhelm account. The account name will be Brian Baker.
Name:Brian Baker
Nationality:
- United States
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
- Born on July 4th, 1918 to Thomas and Julie Baker, Brian is the youngest of six. He was born on the date of America's independence in Boston, Massachusetts. His family lived in a small town called Franklin. Thomas Baker had been working in a mill factory in the town all his life. Julie would stay home and take care of the kids.
Brian's older brother, Paul, had survived the Great War and had come home a changed man. He had rarely talked to his parents, siblings, or friends about what happened over there or about anything else. In fact, Paul had isolated himself from everyone. He would write in his own journal, writing poems about death and heaven, heaven and hell, and sometimes, what he saw in Europe. Brian had confronted Paul one day in his room. The room was dark with the lights off and the blinds were down. Brian came into Paul's room with a tray of eggs and a glass of orange juice.
Paul?, he asked, not knowing where his brother was. Brian heard a scuffling and mumbles in the far corner of the room. That you, Paul? The mumbling stopped and there was a deafening silence. Suddenly, a single shot broke out. Brian dropped the tray and turned the lights on, revealing his brother dead on the ground, with a pistol in his right hand and a hole through the back of his head. Brian called for his mother and father. A few days later, a military funeral was held for Paul Baker. On Paul's tombstone, it said...
In Memory of Paul Baker, A Great Son, A Wonderful Brother, and an American Hero.
The year of Paul's death was 1928, and it couldn't of come at a worse time. America had entered the Great Depression and Thomas Baker had lost his job. He was one of the mill workers in Franklin, one out of 3,000 who were laid off from the economic crisis. It was hard for the men to find a job. Thomas would bring Brian and his two other brothers, Mathew and Charles, to the factory to see if there was any openings. Meanwhile, while the men were trying to look for work, Julie would try and sell clothes and quilts with Sarah and Mary at the market every day. The family would do their best each day, struggling for survival like the other millions of Americans. Hope was brought to the Americans when FDR was elected as the 32nd President of the United States. This man promised that he would bring the Americans out of the Depression. Cheers of joy were brought to the Bakers as the economy slowly improved. Brian was 13 years old at the time of the inauguration.
Seven years later, the year was 1940, and Brian was 20. Mathew and Charles were both 23 and 26, while his sisters Sarah and Mary were 21 and 22. Thomas was rehired from the mill factory and given the position of supervisor of the main floor. Julie continued taking care of the house and doing what a normal housewife would do.
Brian wasn't the most smartest when it came to education. Although he did graduate, he wasn't sure what his trade would be. One day, walking through the town center, there was a sign on the telephone pole. It was a recruitment poster for the United States Army. After talking with his parents extensively, he finally decided to join. It was a good thing too, because a year later, Japan had attacked Pearl Harbor, and the United States was plunged into World War II...
Military Rank:
- Any
Writing Sample:
Scenario:
June 10th, 1944
A Small Village in France, approximately 6 miles from Carentan
1100 hours
"Sir, I am not sure if we can hold this village. We're down to 10 men including myself, and low on ammo. We need reinforcements!" shouted Baker through the radio.
"I'm sorry, Master Sergeant, reinforcements are delayed for 3 hours. Hold that village, that's an order." echoed the radio. Baker slammed the radio into its holder. He cursed at the order, knowing it would be impossible to halt the Germans, especially if they had armor with them. Turning to the young privates of what was left of his company. Baker could tell the weakened looks in their faces, but also noted the fact that they had fought bravely for the past few days. The company had suffered casualties from 88's, tanks, and snipers.
"Well guys, I have some spectacular news. We've been ordered to hold this village. This village is key to the advancing parties from the beaches and losing it will delay them. Jones and Garcia, get that .30 Cal flower shop. Stay out of site until you hear the bullets go flying. Williams, Davis, and Moore, bring the Bazooka with you. Get to the roof of the hotel and if you see any armor, light em up. Hawkins and Hall, take up positions in that foxhole in front of the hotel. Young and King, you're with me."
The men gave a nod to their leader as they scurried off from the Bakery. Baker, Young, and King stayed there. Young and King were both armed with an M1 Garand while Baker had a Thompson. As mentioned before, Jones and Garcia had a .30 Cal, but they also had an M1 Garand each in case they ran out of ammo for the .30 Cal, which only had about 250 rounds left. On the hotel. Williams had a Springfield, while Davis and Moore each had an M1 Garand. Davis would be firing the Bazooka if needed and Moore would be loading for him.
Crouched down on his left knee and with his right knee in front of him, Brian Baker held his Thompson up to his shoulder. He checked his clip, which had a full clip, and then cocked the lever back. He was ready. The sounds of distant artillery and gun fire could be heard in the village. Jones and Garcia each found a pear sitting for them on a table in the flower shop. They each took a few bites before throwing the core out. Suddenly, the sounds of treads could be heard down the south side of the road. The Americans in the village were ready. Baker looked over his right shoulder up to Williams, who was looking through his binoculars. Williams put his binoculars down and began making hand signals to Baker.
"1 Panzer....and 15-20 infantry." said Baker to himself. Young and King heard him as they looked down the sites of their guns. Baker turned to the other men, signaling the same thing.
The sounds of the tank got louder, along with the orders of the German soldiers. Hold it....hold it... Baker said to himself. Davis already had the Bazooka loaded and on his shoulders. The tank continued its steady approach. As the tank got closer, Davis fired the rocket directly at the tank. It was a direct hit. The rocket exploded on impact, damaging the turret of the tank. The explosion had severely wounded several of the German soldiers. The Panzer could still work, but the only working weapon it had was its mounted machine gun.
Jones and Garcia unleashed hell down the stretch of the road, spraying well placed rounds of the .30 Cal at the soldiers. Bullets ricocheted off the tank, hitting the wounded around it. The Wehrmacht soldiers who weren't hit took cover behind the buildings next to the road. The remaining Americans continued to suppress the Germans. The Panzer slowly began lurching towards the center of the village. It was utter chaos for the Germans. The tank crew didn't realize that the infantry had taken cover; they had thought they would be taking cover behind the tank and following it down the road. Davis fired another shot at the tank, completely destroying it.
Baker had done a quick survey of the situation. The Panzer was destroyed, so scratch that. About 6 infantry was dead, while the others took cover inside the buildings or behind them. Baker shouted to Jones and Garcia. "Keep up the fire! Make every shot count!" The .30 Cal kept firing. Baker was crouched behind the wall as he looked up to the men on the roof. Williams saw him and used his hands to signal where the Germans were. Baker nodded in acknowledgment and signaled Williams to continue to suppress the enemy. Baker then gave a look to Young and King, who were still firing at the Germans adjacent to them.
"Young and King, we're gonna flank them. We're gonna sneak out of the bakery out the back and sneak up on them, fuck em right up the ass. Let's go." Baker said as he crouch walked towards the farthest window of the bakery. He lifted his Thompson and smashed the window with the butt of his gun. Leaning his body outside with his Thompson on his shoulder, he checked the left and the right; clear. Baker turned around and signaled to the two men it was clear. Jumping out of the window, Baker rolled over to the wall and had his Thompson pointed to his right. Young and King followed out the window; and then followed Baker along the wall.
As they walked along the building wall, Baker saw the shoulder of a Kraut. He signaled the men to stop. With his Thompson pointed forward, he waited for the Kraut to poke his head out. The dumbass did that, and the last thing he saw was the bullet penetrating his right eye. The German collapsed, and Baker rushed further down the wall with his gun pointed out, followed by Young and King. One of the Germans screamed as he saw his comrade dead. Baker swung his machine gun around the corner and sprayed the bullets through the Germans, instantly killing them. Bringing in his Thompson, Baker changed his ammo and then peeked his head around the corner quickly.
There were 5 Germans across the road in the back of the building. One of them was on a radio, most likely calling in for help. Baker brought his head back in then looked to the sky. Fuck, we must get rid of their radio. We might be too late though... He then turned to Young and King. "Get a grenade ready. On my mark, step out of cover and hurl a grenade across the street." The privates each took out one grenade and Baker said Mark. The privates quickly took two quick steps out of cover and threw their two grenades across the street. The two explosions blocked out the screams of the Germans. Waiting 5 seconds, Baker rushed around the corner across the street, Young and King following. The 3 men were now in front of the German held building.
Jones and Garcia stopped their firing once they saw their comrades cross their street. They still held their position. Williams, Davis, and Moore were still on the roof. Williams took the radio that was with him and contacted HQ, continuing to request reinforcements.
Baker took out his grenade and took out the pin. He primed it for 3 seconds then smashed the window, throwing the grenade into the building. The explosion ripped through the 3 Krauts in the building. Baker stepped into the door and sprayed the room with his Thompson. "Clear!" he shouted. Baker let out a deep breath and stepped out of the building. Young and King were at the entrance to the building, looking down the road for any more Germans.
"Head back to our position," said Baker to Young and King. Looking at the flower shop and the roof of the hotel, Baker nodded. "We did well today men. Let's just hope reinforcements arrive." Little did the squad know...that the fun was just beginning...
Edit: Heres the map
Account E-Mail: Same one as my Wilhelm account. The account name will be Brian Baker.
Name:Brian Baker
Nationality:
- United States
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
- Born on July 4th, 1918 to Thomas and Julie Baker, Brian is the youngest of six. He was born on the date of America's independence in Boston, Massachusetts. His family lived in a small town called Franklin. Thomas Baker had been working in a mill factory in the town all his life. Julie would stay home and take care of the kids.
Brian's older brother, Paul, had survived the Great War and had come home a changed man. He had rarely talked to his parents, siblings, or friends about what happened over there or about anything else. In fact, Paul had isolated himself from everyone. He would write in his own journal, writing poems about death and heaven, heaven and hell, and sometimes, what he saw in Europe. Brian had confronted Paul one day in his room. The room was dark with the lights off and the blinds were down. Brian came into Paul's room with a tray of eggs and a glass of orange juice.
Paul?, he asked, not knowing where his brother was. Brian heard a scuffling and mumbles in the far corner of the room. That you, Paul? The mumbling stopped and there was a deafening silence. Suddenly, a single shot broke out. Brian dropped the tray and turned the lights on, revealing his brother dead on the ground, with a pistol in his right hand and a hole through the back of his head. Brian called for his mother and father. A few days later, a military funeral was held for Paul Baker. On Paul's tombstone, it said...
In Memory of Paul Baker, A Great Son, A Wonderful Brother, and an American Hero.
The year of Paul's death was 1928, and it couldn't of come at a worse time. America had entered the Great Depression and Thomas Baker had lost his job. He was one of the mill workers in Franklin, one out of 3,000 who were laid off from the economic crisis. It was hard for the men to find a job. Thomas would bring Brian and his two other brothers, Mathew and Charles, to the factory to see if there was any openings. Meanwhile, while the men were trying to look for work, Julie would try and sell clothes and quilts with Sarah and Mary at the market every day. The family would do their best each day, struggling for survival like the other millions of Americans. Hope was brought to the Americans when FDR was elected as the 32nd President of the United States. This man promised that he would bring the Americans out of the Depression. Cheers of joy were brought to the Bakers as the economy slowly improved. Brian was 13 years old at the time of the inauguration.
Seven years later, the year was 1940, and Brian was 20. Mathew and Charles were both 23 and 26, while his sisters Sarah and Mary were 21 and 22. Thomas was rehired from the mill factory and given the position of supervisor of the main floor. Julie continued taking care of the house and doing what a normal housewife would do.
Brian wasn't the most smartest when it came to education. Although he did graduate, he wasn't sure what his trade would be. One day, walking through the town center, there was a sign on the telephone pole. It was a recruitment poster for the United States Army. After talking with his parents extensively, he finally decided to join. It was a good thing too, because a year later, Japan had attacked Pearl Harbor, and the United States was plunged into World War II...
Military Rank:
- Any
Writing Sample:
Scenario:
June 10th, 1944
A Small Village in France, approximately 6 miles from Carentan
1100 hours
"Sir, I am not sure if we can hold this village. We're down to 10 men including myself, and low on ammo. We need reinforcements!" shouted Baker through the radio.
"I'm sorry, Master Sergeant, reinforcements are delayed for 3 hours. Hold that village, that's an order." echoed the radio. Baker slammed the radio into its holder. He cursed at the order, knowing it would be impossible to halt the Germans, especially if they had armor with them. Turning to the young privates of what was left of his company. Baker could tell the weakened looks in their faces, but also noted the fact that they had fought bravely for the past few days. The company had suffered casualties from 88's, tanks, and snipers.
"Well guys, I have some spectacular news. We've been ordered to hold this village. This village is key to the advancing parties from the beaches and losing it will delay them. Jones and Garcia, get that .30 Cal flower shop. Stay out of site until you hear the bullets go flying. Williams, Davis, and Moore, bring the Bazooka with you. Get to the roof of the hotel and if you see any armor, light em up. Hawkins and Hall, take up positions in that foxhole in front of the hotel. Young and King, you're with me."
The men gave a nod to their leader as they scurried off from the Bakery. Baker, Young, and King stayed there. Young and King were both armed with an M1 Garand while Baker had a Thompson. As mentioned before, Jones and Garcia had a .30 Cal, but they also had an M1 Garand each in case they ran out of ammo for the .30 Cal, which only had about 250 rounds left. On the hotel. Williams had a Springfield, while Davis and Moore each had an M1 Garand. Davis would be firing the Bazooka if needed and Moore would be loading for him.
Crouched down on his left knee and with his right knee in front of him, Brian Baker held his Thompson up to his shoulder. He checked his clip, which had a full clip, and then cocked the lever back. He was ready. The sounds of distant artillery and gun fire could be heard in the village. Jones and Garcia each found a pear sitting for them on a table in the flower shop. They each took a few bites before throwing the core out. Suddenly, the sounds of treads could be heard down the south side of the road. The Americans in the village were ready. Baker looked over his right shoulder up to Williams, who was looking through his binoculars. Williams put his binoculars down and began making hand signals to Baker.
"1 Panzer....and 15-20 infantry." said Baker to himself. Young and King heard him as they looked down the sites of their guns. Baker turned to the other men, signaling the same thing.
The sounds of the tank got louder, along with the orders of the German soldiers. Hold it....hold it... Baker said to himself. Davis already had the Bazooka loaded and on his shoulders. The tank continued its steady approach. As the tank got closer, Davis fired the rocket directly at the tank. It was a direct hit. The rocket exploded on impact, damaging the turret of the tank. The explosion had severely wounded several of the German soldiers. The Panzer could still work, but the only working weapon it had was its mounted machine gun.
Jones and Garcia unleashed hell down the stretch of the road, spraying well placed rounds of the .30 Cal at the soldiers. Bullets ricocheted off the tank, hitting the wounded around it. The Wehrmacht soldiers who weren't hit took cover behind the buildings next to the road. The remaining Americans continued to suppress the Germans. The Panzer slowly began lurching towards the center of the village. It was utter chaos for the Germans. The tank crew didn't realize that the infantry had taken cover; they had thought they would be taking cover behind the tank and following it down the road. Davis fired another shot at the tank, completely destroying it.
Baker had done a quick survey of the situation. The Panzer was destroyed, so scratch that. About 6 infantry was dead, while the others took cover inside the buildings or behind them. Baker shouted to Jones and Garcia. "Keep up the fire! Make every shot count!" The .30 Cal kept firing. Baker was crouched behind the wall as he looked up to the men on the roof. Williams saw him and used his hands to signal where the Germans were. Baker nodded in acknowledgment and signaled Williams to continue to suppress the enemy. Baker then gave a look to Young and King, who were still firing at the Germans adjacent to them.
"Young and King, we're gonna flank them. We're gonna sneak out of the bakery out the back and sneak up on them, fuck em right up the ass. Let's go." Baker said as he crouch walked towards the farthest window of the bakery. He lifted his Thompson and smashed the window with the butt of his gun. Leaning his body outside with his Thompson on his shoulder, he checked the left and the right; clear. Baker turned around and signaled to the two men it was clear. Jumping out of the window, Baker rolled over to the wall and had his Thompson pointed to his right. Young and King followed out the window; and then followed Baker along the wall.
As they walked along the building wall, Baker saw the shoulder of a Kraut. He signaled the men to stop. With his Thompson pointed forward, he waited for the Kraut to poke his head out. The dumbass did that, and the last thing he saw was the bullet penetrating his right eye. The German collapsed, and Baker rushed further down the wall with his gun pointed out, followed by Young and King. One of the Germans screamed as he saw his comrade dead. Baker swung his machine gun around the corner and sprayed the bullets through the Germans, instantly killing them. Bringing in his Thompson, Baker changed his ammo and then peeked his head around the corner quickly.
There were 5 Germans across the road in the back of the building. One of them was on a radio, most likely calling in for help. Baker brought his head back in then looked to the sky. Fuck, we must get rid of their radio. We might be too late though... He then turned to Young and King. "Get a grenade ready. On my mark, step out of cover and hurl a grenade across the street." The privates each took out one grenade and Baker said Mark. The privates quickly took two quick steps out of cover and threw their two grenades across the street. The two explosions blocked out the screams of the Germans. Waiting 5 seconds, Baker rushed around the corner across the street, Young and King following. The 3 men were now in front of the German held building.
Jones and Garcia stopped their firing once they saw their comrades cross their street. They still held their position. Williams, Davis, and Moore were still on the roof. Williams took the radio that was with him and contacted HQ, continuing to request reinforcements.
Baker took out his grenade and took out the pin. He primed it for 3 seconds then smashed the window, throwing the grenade into the building. The explosion ripped through the 3 Krauts in the building. Baker stepped into the door and sprayed the room with his Thompson. "Clear!" he shouted. Baker let out a deep breath and stepped out of the building. Young and King were at the entrance to the building, looking down the road for any more Germans.
"Head back to our position," said Baker to Young and King. Looking at the flower shop and the roof of the hotel, Baker nodded. "We did well today men. Let's just hope reinforcements arrive." Little did the squad know...that the fun was just beginning...
Edit: Heres the map
