Post by guest on Apr 26, 2009 1:12:21 GMT
Nice App, I accpet it, might want ot watch the short paragraphs in the near future though.
Dunno about the rank, I've PMd PuNk! but I'm unsure if we are giving the go ahead on CO ranks or not.
-JT
Account E-Mail: animeboy101@gmail.com
Name: Michael Valentijn Snyder
Nationality: American with German mother and Dutch father. His accent is that of a usual American of his time.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?: American
Character History:
The mission was simple. Baker Company was to jump in as pathfinders and mark the three drop zones of the 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment. In charge of this stick was 1st Lieutenant Charlie Robertson. He was also the platoon leader. He stood by the door as 2nd Lieutenant Michael Snyder was writing a letter. Soon enough a land mass appeared. The red light turned on. “Everyone, stand-up and hook-up.”, Robertson said. Michael stood up and hooked his clip to the static line. “Check equipment.” Robertson said as everyone was up and ready. Michael reached forward and checked Robertson’s equipment. Michael began tightening equipment just as he was taught. After they checked equipment, flak started hitting them. The rattling was too much for one soldier when he fell into a daze of some sort. His clip was taken off as the line moved forward. Michael walked to the door and stood in it waiting for the green light. The green light came on amidst the heave flak fire from their ships. As he was about to jump it was if time had stopped he had looked back into his memories about his life.
His mother was 23 years old when she had him in 1918 at the St. Lawrence Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. Her name was Eva Schmit, and she was married to a local businessman Bern Snyder. During his birth Bern named his son Michael after his father who had been an official in the Dutch government.
From that day forward the family tried to let Michael have a good life by giving him all the opportunities they could. Michael had been a baby that brought two families together. The Schmit family was a large Catholic family that was extremely religious and wouldn’t do anything without praying. They also went to church every Sunday. The Snyder family was a Jewish family that was tolerant of all religions thus, giving Michael the opportunity to become a Christian like his mother’s family wanted. One demand of the Snyder family was that Michael would spend Jewish holidays with them. The Schmit family heartily agreed.
For Michael’s first year of living he spent most of his time in either Catholic or Jewish ceremonies.
A new year began on June 6, 1919 marking Michael’s second birthday. He had grown bigger than he originally was as all babies do. In the same year he had a sibling. It was a sister. Her name was Iris Mary Snyder. At this time, Michael did not know what he would do in the future for his sister. Also in this year the war in Europe had come to a full close with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles.
After three years Michael had reached the ripe age of 5, while his sister was 4. Eva started teaching him the basics of math and english, in the upper apartment of their shop. Bern had continued on with his now flourishing business making his family join the upper-middle class.
As Eva kept teaching Michael the basics of math and english she started to add in history and writing to the list. By the time he had reached the tender age of 13, his parents had a clash about how would his educational career go on. The fight ended very abruptly when Eva went for a divorce. During the three month fight to get control of each other’s property Michael and Iris were on the sidelines. The fighting got so fierce that the two families started a small war over this incident. Michael was young and saw people fighting over property just on what education he would get. At a young age he decided to runaway with his sister to a Catholic orphanage that would let people stay for free if they worked, and if they worked they were taught, clothed, and fed.
Through 5 years Michael and Iris worked and learned at this school. Michael was usually attacked for the reason he came here, but he always kept his chin up. At this school he met Alex Carson, a boy who was his age and was friendly. A friendship began with these two at once. Michael never forgot that he would always take care of his sister. That was one reason why the two were close friends. The effect of having to stay in a church imprinted on Michael as he began wearing a silver cross on his neck everyday never taking it off, for the thought of not being under the watch of God haunted him. During his time, he felt that writing could ease his fears and was one of his sanctuaries.
At the age of 18 the Nuns let him go into the world as a fine young man. At leaving the school he knew German and Dutch. Two languages that he had always wanted to learn so that he would understand some of the arguments that his parents had when he was a child. When he left, he had gotten a letter from Michigan State University saying that they had accepted him into their college.
He went to study at Michigan State while keeping in contact with his sister. Through his college years he majored in creative writing and english. At his four years at this college, he had become socially deficient, until he started playing sports. In his first year of college he was on the hockey team, the baseball team, the cross country ski team, and the track team.
In his hockey season he travelled through Michigan and neighboring states, while playing hockey. He became known for his strategies in getting the team to the opposite goal and scoring with a different plan every time.
His baseball career went along with his track career. He would hit the ball maybe not so far, but he could run. He would be able to get many home runs, with some of his hits. Altogether, he was a team player.
For his ski career he had found a way to go faster with competition and that was that you must think that you are losing, and you must push yourself forward to get victory.
In track he was a sprinter, long jumper, and high jumper. Again here he was known as a team player only trying his hardest to grasp victory.
Soon, most of the University knew him, and along with being known, came popularity. He met a girl by the name of Miriallia Hawke or “Mirr” for short. The two started dating throughout the rest of the time in the college. At their graduation party, Michael proposed to her. The two moved in together and went to live in Grand Rapids. A year later he decided that he should get his military service over with, and enlisted at the local recruitment center. He had made a deal with Miriallia that he would come back within a few months and have their wedding, anyway she wanted it.
At Michael’s sign up he was sent to Camp Claiborne in Louisiana. His assignment was with the 82nd Infantry Division. As he reached the camp, he was the rank of private. During training he was one of the more athletic men who kept on urging other men to do more. Soon enough he was able get well known by the men in his platoon. Even as a private all the men respected him for his weight that he put on others. Soon, the Lieutenant in charge of the platoon asked for a promotion, and he was promoted to Corporal. Along with this he was given a weeks leave. In this time he went back to Grand Rapids and got married. The rest of the time he spent with his wife. While he was there a radio broadcast announced that the Japanese had just attacked Pear Harbor. Michael was immediately brought back to Camp Claiborne where he requested from the Lieutenant that he be allowed to go to Officer Candidate School. Within a week the Lieutenant gave the go ahead and Corporal Michael Snyder was sent to Fort Bragg for OCS. The class was dominated by career soldiers who were sergeants.
Michael had started his classes with doing calisthenics on his own every morning. Then he would do them again with the class. He excelled in tactics and being able to take command and assess situations quickly, while under fire. Soon enough while he was in command of the unit for a week he kept all the members happy and well trained. After 1 year of OCS he graduated and was sent back to his unit that was at Fort Benning training for the parachute infantry.
He was put in as the assistant platoon leader with the rank of 2nd Lieutenant. His platoon had already been certified as paratroopers, so he was sent to Battalion Headquarters Company to be certified with them. After doing his three jumps he was certified and came back to his unit.
When he was certified he was given a week’s leave and spent more time with his wife back in Grand Rapids. After his leave he was back at Fort Benning, when orders that the division was moving out.
This ship was a terrible way to travel, but that is how the division was moved. Upon reaching Morocco in January 1943 he was now doing even more practice jumps. The story was, they were training for the invasion of Sicily. After 2 months in Morocco he received a letter from his wife was that his sister had come to live with her. Even better news was at the end of it. That was that his wife was pregnant.
The time stop slowly came back to real time. Michael looked around the door. The green light turned on. Robertson patted him on the shoulder while saying, “Go, go, go, go, go, go!” was shouted at him. He pushed himself out of the door and into the night sky. The sky carried him through it until he felt a tug, which was his static line and pulled out his parachute. His M1 Garand pulled at him as he kept his arms on the lines, guiding himself to a good landing spot within a clove of trees.
Military Rank: 2nd Lieutenant or 1st Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
The night sky was beautiful as Michael landed his parachute within a small clove of trees that hid is canvas from any Italian or German forces within the area of Gela, Sicily. Michael landed with his bent legs to avoid breaking them. He rolled back when he touched down. The canvas landed on him as he stayed on the ground. Soon he heard Italian voices. He just stayed still as the voices came to his landing spot.
One of the Italian soldiers saw a lump and fired. That lump had been Michael. The effect of the shot had left Michael very, very pale. He had thought he had been shot, but he just laid there and looked dead. The Italian soldiers lifted the canvas off of his face. After discussing it, the two soldiers left.
Michael started to wonder what was it that had saved his life, because he felt no pain from the bullet entering his body. He jabbed the parachute harness release mechanism and stood up, while checking his body for pain. There was none. He looked at the spot that had been bruised. It was his binoculars. A bullet was jammed in them. A sigh of relief came from Michael as he pulled his M1 off of his chest and shouldered it. He kept his reserve chute back with his bag. The night sky was getting darker. The main force was supposed to be here in 30 minutes. Michael soon took out a map and compass. Within seconds he found out where he was and which direction to head in to get to Drop Zone A1.
As he started off he heard a sound in the bushes. “Going shopping?” Michael questioned the noise. “Hell yeah.” a voice responded. “That you Mike?” the voice said again. “Yes, sir, I’m here.” Michael responded. He knew it was the Captain, because of the voice, and only higher ranks called him Mike. “Mike, I have gotten all of 2nd platoon, except I have reports that Charlie was killed by an AA shell exploding by the door. 1st and 3rd and 4th platoons have taken care of the drop zones. I want you to take 2nd platoon and secure an Italian Command Post outside of Gela.” The Captain ordered. “Yes sir.” Michael replied.
Michael did some signals and got the platoon to rally behind him. “Alright, I want 3rd squad to go down the center, 1st squad to be on the left flank and 2nd squad to be on the right flank. Move out.” Mike said to the squad leaders.
Michael started going forward with 3rd squad to stay in the center. The group encountered no resistance. A bit of small fire was shot at them, but no one was wounded. The group took about 15 minutes to reach the CP.
Outside the enemy CP, the group heard the enemy talking, along with weapon loading. Mike gave the order to halt. The squad leaders came to him. “Alright, Henderson, take your squad around the left flank and set up in that gutter, keep your MG team back to lay down fire. Griggs, take your squad on the right and keep your MG team behind you. Falker your squad will lay down suppressing fire with all of the MG teams. Then Griggs and Henderson move your squads up and take the enemy positions.” Mike told the squad leaders in a whisper. I
In less than 2 minutes the squads were set up and in position. Michael aimed down his M1 sights at the Italian MG team. “FIRE!” he yelled and all the MG’s opened fire on the Italian positions. The squads on the sides began moving forward with grenades exploding. Mike was firing his M1 at men trying to man the machine gun.
Within seconds the firing had stopped and Sergeant Henderson waved over to Michael. Michael moved the platoon forward and secured the position of the Italians. “Alright, I want this Command Post secured and guarded on all sides. Machine Gun teams, set up your guns to guard both sides of the road, and the rest of the squads set up a perimeter around this CP.” Mike ordered. He went inside a small tent on the side of the road. Inside were maps of the area. Mike grabbed all of them and shoved them into his jacket.
“Greg come here” Mike called over to his radio operator. “Let Captain Darlan know that we have secured the CP, and that battalion can move into Gela through this road.” Mike told him.
As he told the radio man that a yell of “COUNTER ATTACK!!” went through the area. Mike ducked down and went to the firing and started shooting back at the enemy forces. It was then that he noticed that these soldiers were different. The way they attacked was smarter. It was then that heavy MG fire erupted from the enemy line. “They're Germans.” a man called out. Mike went down the line to Sgt. Falker. “Falker I want you to take your squad off of back defense and move around the Germans. We will keep them pinned down. We need you to succeed or we are all dead.” Mike said. “I understand sir.” Falker replied.
Falker’s squad silently pulled out while the rest of the platoon kept up the fire fight. Mike kept firing his M1 at the Germans. Within a 5 minutes of Falker leaving, the men at the road started seeing explosions from the German position.
Just then heavy machine gun fire opened up. Mike turned around and saw a Willys pull up with ammunition on it. The jeep was followed by Able Company and the rest of Baker Company. Relief had arrived and 2nd platoon was to hold this position for the 325th Glider Regiment to bring jeeps through.
Dunno about the rank, I've PMd PuNk! but I'm unsure if we are giving the go ahead on CO ranks or not.
-JT
Account E-Mail: animeboy101@gmail.com
Name: Michael Valentijn Snyder
Nationality: American with German mother and Dutch father. His accent is that of a usual American of his time.
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?: American
Character History:
The mission was simple. Baker Company was to jump in as pathfinders and mark the three drop zones of the 504th Parachute Infantry Regiment. In charge of this stick was 1st Lieutenant Charlie Robertson. He was also the platoon leader. He stood by the door as 2nd Lieutenant Michael Snyder was writing a letter. Soon enough a land mass appeared. The red light turned on. “Everyone, stand-up and hook-up.”, Robertson said. Michael stood up and hooked his clip to the static line. “Check equipment.” Robertson said as everyone was up and ready. Michael reached forward and checked Robertson’s equipment. Michael began tightening equipment just as he was taught. After they checked equipment, flak started hitting them. The rattling was too much for one soldier when he fell into a daze of some sort. His clip was taken off as the line moved forward. Michael walked to the door and stood in it waiting for the green light. The green light came on amidst the heave flak fire from their ships. As he was about to jump it was if time had stopped he had looked back into his memories about his life.
His mother was 23 years old when she had him in 1918 at the St. Lawrence Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. Her name was Eva Schmit, and she was married to a local businessman Bern Snyder. During his birth Bern named his son Michael after his father who had been an official in the Dutch government.
From that day forward the family tried to let Michael have a good life by giving him all the opportunities they could. Michael had been a baby that brought two families together. The Schmit family was a large Catholic family that was extremely religious and wouldn’t do anything without praying. They also went to church every Sunday. The Snyder family was a Jewish family that was tolerant of all religions thus, giving Michael the opportunity to become a Christian like his mother’s family wanted. One demand of the Snyder family was that Michael would spend Jewish holidays with them. The Schmit family heartily agreed.
For Michael’s first year of living he spent most of his time in either Catholic or Jewish ceremonies.
A new year began on June 6, 1919 marking Michael’s second birthday. He had grown bigger than he originally was as all babies do. In the same year he had a sibling. It was a sister. Her name was Iris Mary Snyder. At this time, Michael did not know what he would do in the future for his sister. Also in this year the war in Europe had come to a full close with the signing of the Treaty of Versailles.
After three years Michael had reached the ripe age of 5, while his sister was 4. Eva started teaching him the basics of math and english, in the upper apartment of their shop. Bern had continued on with his now flourishing business making his family join the upper-middle class.
As Eva kept teaching Michael the basics of math and english she started to add in history and writing to the list. By the time he had reached the tender age of 13, his parents had a clash about how would his educational career go on. The fight ended very abruptly when Eva went for a divorce. During the three month fight to get control of each other’s property Michael and Iris were on the sidelines. The fighting got so fierce that the two families started a small war over this incident. Michael was young and saw people fighting over property just on what education he would get. At a young age he decided to runaway with his sister to a Catholic orphanage that would let people stay for free if they worked, and if they worked they were taught, clothed, and fed.
Through 5 years Michael and Iris worked and learned at this school. Michael was usually attacked for the reason he came here, but he always kept his chin up. At this school he met Alex Carson, a boy who was his age and was friendly. A friendship began with these two at once. Michael never forgot that he would always take care of his sister. That was one reason why the two were close friends. The effect of having to stay in a church imprinted on Michael as he began wearing a silver cross on his neck everyday never taking it off, for the thought of not being under the watch of God haunted him. During his time, he felt that writing could ease his fears and was one of his sanctuaries.
At the age of 18 the Nuns let him go into the world as a fine young man. At leaving the school he knew German and Dutch. Two languages that he had always wanted to learn so that he would understand some of the arguments that his parents had when he was a child. When he left, he had gotten a letter from Michigan State University saying that they had accepted him into their college.
He went to study at Michigan State while keeping in contact with his sister. Through his college years he majored in creative writing and english. At his four years at this college, he had become socially deficient, until he started playing sports. In his first year of college he was on the hockey team, the baseball team, the cross country ski team, and the track team.
In his hockey season he travelled through Michigan and neighboring states, while playing hockey. He became known for his strategies in getting the team to the opposite goal and scoring with a different plan every time.
His baseball career went along with his track career. He would hit the ball maybe not so far, but he could run. He would be able to get many home runs, with some of his hits. Altogether, he was a team player.
For his ski career he had found a way to go faster with competition and that was that you must think that you are losing, and you must push yourself forward to get victory.
In track he was a sprinter, long jumper, and high jumper. Again here he was known as a team player only trying his hardest to grasp victory.
Soon, most of the University knew him, and along with being known, came popularity. He met a girl by the name of Miriallia Hawke or “Mirr” for short. The two started dating throughout the rest of the time in the college. At their graduation party, Michael proposed to her. The two moved in together and went to live in Grand Rapids. A year later he decided that he should get his military service over with, and enlisted at the local recruitment center. He had made a deal with Miriallia that he would come back within a few months and have their wedding, anyway she wanted it.
At Michael’s sign up he was sent to Camp Claiborne in Louisiana. His assignment was with the 82nd Infantry Division. As he reached the camp, he was the rank of private. During training he was one of the more athletic men who kept on urging other men to do more. Soon enough he was able get well known by the men in his platoon. Even as a private all the men respected him for his weight that he put on others. Soon, the Lieutenant in charge of the platoon asked for a promotion, and he was promoted to Corporal. Along with this he was given a weeks leave. In this time he went back to Grand Rapids and got married. The rest of the time he spent with his wife. While he was there a radio broadcast announced that the Japanese had just attacked Pear Harbor. Michael was immediately brought back to Camp Claiborne where he requested from the Lieutenant that he be allowed to go to Officer Candidate School. Within a week the Lieutenant gave the go ahead and Corporal Michael Snyder was sent to Fort Bragg for OCS. The class was dominated by career soldiers who were sergeants.
Michael had started his classes with doing calisthenics on his own every morning. Then he would do them again with the class. He excelled in tactics and being able to take command and assess situations quickly, while under fire. Soon enough while he was in command of the unit for a week he kept all the members happy and well trained. After 1 year of OCS he graduated and was sent back to his unit that was at Fort Benning training for the parachute infantry.
He was put in as the assistant platoon leader with the rank of 2nd Lieutenant. His platoon had already been certified as paratroopers, so he was sent to Battalion Headquarters Company to be certified with them. After doing his three jumps he was certified and came back to his unit.
When he was certified he was given a week’s leave and spent more time with his wife back in Grand Rapids. After his leave he was back at Fort Benning, when orders that the division was moving out.
This ship was a terrible way to travel, but that is how the division was moved. Upon reaching Morocco in January 1943 he was now doing even more practice jumps. The story was, they were training for the invasion of Sicily. After 2 months in Morocco he received a letter from his wife was that his sister had come to live with her. Even better news was at the end of it. That was that his wife was pregnant.
The time stop slowly came back to real time. Michael looked around the door. The green light turned on. Robertson patted him on the shoulder while saying, “Go, go, go, go, go, go!” was shouted at him. He pushed himself out of the door and into the night sky. The sky carried him through it until he felt a tug, which was his static line and pulled out his parachute. His M1 Garand pulled at him as he kept his arms on the lines, guiding himself to a good landing spot within a clove of trees.
Military Rank: 2nd Lieutenant or 1st Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
The night sky was beautiful as Michael landed his parachute within a small clove of trees that hid is canvas from any Italian or German forces within the area of Gela, Sicily. Michael landed with his bent legs to avoid breaking them. He rolled back when he touched down. The canvas landed on him as he stayed on the ground. Soon he heard Italian voices. He just stayed still as the voices came to his landing spot.
One of the Italian soldiers saw a lump and fired. That lump had been Michael. The effect of the shot had left Michael very, very pale. He had thought he had been shot, but he just laid there and looked dead. The Italian soldiers lifted the canvas off of his face. After discussing it, the two soldiers left.
Michael started to wonder what was it that had saved his life, because he felt no pain from the bullet entering his body. He jabbed the parachute harness release mechanism and stood up, while checking his body for pain. There was none. He looked at the spot that had been bruised. It was his binoculars. A bullet was jammed in them. A sigh of relief came from Michael as he pulled his M1 off of his chest and shouldered it. He kept his reserve chute back with his bag. The night sky was getting darker. The main force was supposed to be here in 30 minutes. Michael soon took out a map and compass. Within seconds he found out where he was and which direction to head in to get to Drop Zone A1.
As he started off he heard a sound in the bushes. “Going shopping?” Michael questioned the noise. “Hell yeah.” a voice responded. “That you Mike?” the voice said again. “Yes, sir, I’m here.” Michael responded. He knew it was the Captain, because of the voice, and only higher ranks called him Mike. “Mike, I have gotten all of 2nd platoon, except I have reports that Charlie was killed by an AA shell exploding by the door. 1st and 3rd and 4th platoons have taken care of the drop zones. I want you to take 2nd platoon and secure an Italian Command Post outside of Gela.” The Captain ordered. “Yes sir.” Michael replied.
Michael did some signals and got the platoon to rally behind him. “Alright, I want 3rd squad to go down the center, 1st squad to be on the left flank and 2nd squad to be on the right flank. Move out.” Mike said to the squad leaders.
Michael started going forward with 3rd squad to stay in the center. The group encountered no resistance. A bit of small fire was shot at them, but no one was wounded. The group took about 15 minutes to reach the CP.
Outside the enemy CP, the group heard the enemy talking, along with weapon loading. Mike gave the order to halt. The squad leaders came to him. “Alright, Henderson, take your squad around the left flank and set up in that gutter, keep your MG team back to lay down fire. Griggs, take your squad on the right and keep your MG team behind you. Falker your squad will lay down suppressing fire with all of the MG teams. Then Griggs and Henderson move your squads up and take the enemy positions.” Mike told the squad leaders in a whisper. I
In less than 2 minutes the squads were set up and in position. Michael aimed down his M1 sights at the Italian MG team. “FIRE!” he yelled and all the MG’s opened fire on the Italian positions. The squads on the sides began moving forward with grenades exploding. Mike was firing his M1 at men trying to man the machine gun.
Within seconds the firing had stopped and Sergeant Henderson waved over to Michael. Michael moved the platoon forward and secured the position of the Italians. “Alright, I want this Command Post secured and guarded on all sides. Machine Gun teams, set up your guns to guard both sides of the road, and the rest of the squads set up a perimeter around this CP.” Mike ordered. He went inside a small tent on the side of the road. Inside were maps of the area. Mike grabbed all of them and shoved them into his jacket.
“Greg come here” Mike called over to his radio operator. “Let Captain Darlan know that we have secured the CP, and that battalion can move into Gela through this road.” Mike told him.
As he told the radio man that a yell of “COUNTER ATTACK!!” went through the area. Mike ducked down and went to the firing and started shooting back at the enemy forces. It was then that he noticed that these soldiers were different. The way they attacked was smarter. It was then that heavy MG fire erupted from the enemy line. “They're Germans.” a man called out. Mike went down the line to Sgt. Falker. “Falker I want you to take your squad off of back defense and move around the Germans. We will keep them pinned down. We need you to succeed or we are all dead.” Mike said. “I understand sir.” Falker replied.
Falker’s squad silently pulled out while the rest of the platoon kept up the fire fight. Mike kept firing his M1 at the Germans. Within a 5 minutes of Falker leaving, the men at the road started seeing explosions from the German position.
Just then heavy machine gun fire opened up. Mike turned around and saw a Willys pull up with ammunition on it. The jeep was followed by Able Company and the rest of Baker Company. Relief had arrived and 2nd platoon was to hold this position for the 325th Glider Regiment to bring jeeps through.