Post by Jeremiah Welsh on Jul 18, 2009 23:04:07 GMT
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Name: Jeremiah Welsh
Nationality:
Irish/German American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
Jeremiah Welsh was born to an Irish Businessman named Paul Welsh and his German wife Gretchen Albrecht. They moved to America in 1919 and two months later gave birth to Jeremiah Johan Welsh in Brooklyn, New York.
Jeremiah grew up in a steady home where his mother taught him to speak fluent German, he had two younger sisters; Sarah and Mieke. He also had a brother a year younger than him named Michael. During school, Jeremiah also known as Jeremy caused much trouble and was eventually kicked out at the age of sixteen.
After being kicked out of school, Jeremy got a job in construction. Eventually, his parents kicked him out of the house and he lived in a small tenement in Hell's Kitchen. During these years, he was in poverty. He barely had enough food for himself. In the spring of 1942, Jeremy was drafted into the United States Army. He completed basic training and because he could speak fluent German he was given the designation of translator along with rifleman.
Military Rank:
Private
Writing Sample:
"Nach mir?" asked Jeremy as he took his rifle in hand.
He had been lost for quite some time in the hot sands of Africa. His yellow uniform was dirty, his face and hands covered in black from a recent mortar strike that had scattered his platoon, and ultimately resulting in his separation from his unit.
"I may be a dumb Mick, but I know you have been following me for quite some time," said the Private.
He had not had much experience in combat, but from living in New York, he knew when someone was following him. He had been mugged a few times by Irish gangsters in Hell's Kitchen and Brooklyn, he wasn't new to being followed. He turned around sharply and fired his M1 Garand at the sand a few times. That's when he saw him. A young Wehrmacht soldier with an MP40 quickly dove into the sand. Jeremy knew if he got the catch on him, that MP40 would shred him at the current distance they were from each other, which was roughly ten yards.
Jeremy quickly slid his bayonet into its lug and ran after the young German.
"Time to die jerry!" he screamed as he kicked the Wehrmacht soldier in the ribs.
The young soldier yelled in pain and rolled over. Thats when Jeremy took his rifle in hand, parallel to his body and hoisted it bayonet facing down above his head. He stabbed the man in the stomach first. A popping sound resounded as he kicked into the poor guy's stomache and pulled his rifle free. Blood poured from the young soldier's wound as he drove it into him again. The heat and the tough work of driving and pulling taxed Jeremy's body, he was sweating and breathing heavily as he stabbed the German again.
Finally, he took the rifle and aimed it for the man's head. He squeezed the trigger, the rifle jerked a bit, causing him to flex his arm muscles. As the bullet pierced the German's helmet, a clink sounded in the quiet air.
"Night night," he said and spit on the Wehrmacht soldier's face .
Name: Jeremiah Welsh
Nationality:
Irish/German American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
Jeremiah Welsh was born to an Irish Businessman named Paul Welsh and his German wife Gretchen Albrecht. They moved to America in 1919 and two months later gave birth to Jeremiah Johan Welsh in Brooklyn, New York.
Jeremiah grew up in a steady home where his mother taught him to speak fluent German, he had two younger sisters; Sarah and Mieke. He also had a brother a year younger than him named Michael. During school, Jeremiah also known as Jeremy caused much trouble and was eventually kicked out at the age of sixteen.
After being kicked out of school, Jeremy got a job in construction. Eventually, his parents kicked him out of the house and he lived in a small tenement in Hell's Kitchen. During these years, he was in poverty. He barely had enough food for himself. In the spring of 1942, Jeremy was drafted into the United States Army. He completed basic training and because he could speak fluent German he was given the designation of translator along with rifleman.
Military Rank:
Private
Writing Sample:
"Nach mir?" asked Jeremy as he took his rifle in hand.
He had been lost for quite some time in the hot sands of Africa. His yellow uniform was dirty, his face and hands covered in black from a recent mortar strike that had scattered his platoon, and ultimately resulting in his separation from his unit.
"I may be a dumb Mick, but I know you have been following me for quite some time," said the Private.
He had not had much experience in combat, but from living in New York, he knew when someone was following him. He had been mugged a few times by Irish gangsters in Hell's Kitchen and Brooklyn, he wasn't new to being followed. He turned around sharply and fired his M1 Garand at the sand a few times. That's when he saw him. A young Wehrmacht soldier with an MP40 quickly dove into the sand. Jeremy knew if he got the catch on him, that MP40 would shred him at the current distance they were from each other, which was roughly ten yards.
Jeremy quickly slid his bayonet into its lug and ran after the young German.
"Time to die jerry!" he screamed as he kicked the Wehrmacht soldier in the ribs.
The young soldier yelled in pain and rolled over. Thats when Jeremy took his rifle in hand, parallel to his body and hoisted it bayonet facing down above his head. He stabbed the man in the stomach first. A popping sound resounded as he kicked into the poor guy's stomache and pulled his rifle free. Blood poured from the young soldier's wound as he drove it into him again. The heat and the tough work of driving and pulling taxed Jeremy's body, he was sweating and breathing heavily as he stabbed the German again.
Finally, he took the rifle and aimed it for the man's head. He squeezed the trigger, the rifle jerked a bit, causing him to flex his arm muscles. As the bullet pierced the German's helmet, a clink sounded in the quiet air.
"Night night," he said and spit on the Wehrmacht soldier's face .
