Post by Brian Kendall on Jul 26, 2009 7:32:35 GMT
Happy to accept another member of experience, the Medical equivalent of Corporal is Hospital Aid, welcome to IO, if you have any questions at all please don't hesitate to ask someone or send myself or another staff member a PM.
Hope you enjoy the site.
-JT
Account E-Mail:EDITED OUT!
Name: Brian James Kendall
Nationality:
Red, White, and Blue
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US Forces
Character History:
Brian had life going just the way he wanted it. He had a steady job at the lumber mill, making more money than all his friends, and was well on his way to having the money he wanted for college. Most families with the money sent their kids off for more schooling, but Brian's family had not been that fortunate. Instead, he had to earn it. He'd studied Biology and Anatomy in high school, and was looking forward to becoming a doctor one day. Until then, he was stuff pushing long boards of lumber from one conveyor belt to the other. It wasn't a particularly bad job, but there's many he'd rather have, obviously.
Brian had also been a local legend in his small Wisconsin town for his skill playing baseball. It was the game everyone played. Everyone. But no one was as good as Brian. His daily routine usually consisted of a game afterwork before going home to his mom, pop, and two little sisters. He didn't have the cash for his own place, but as long as he had a job, his folks agreed to let him stay. He was happy, until the draft hit. He was right in that target group. 21 years old, strong, healthy, and smart. Germany was only a hop, skip, and a throw away after Boot and Jump school.
The hot swampy weather of the south was a far cry from the four seasons he was accustomed to from his midwest life, but Europe would prove to be just the climate he would find himself at home in. He was undoubtedly destined.
Military Rank:
I'll put Corporal for now. I'm an Army Medic IRL, and would like Corpsman or something to that effect if I can get billeted as a Medic. Infantry's fine, that's my other MOS, hehe.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
There was no need to be quiet, was there? This damned snow. No matter how stealthy you were, how accustomed to the woods you could get, the snow always served as the trail of breadcrumbs that you involuntarially strung behind you as you. The size 12 path left behind Brian with every lunging step meant that he couldn't hide, only endour. Endour what? The pain in his side? His shortness of breath? His fear of dying?
No, how long he could endour his own thoughts. His head wrapped around the course of his pursuers' minds moreso than his own. He know what they would do to him, and the places he would go. In one disease ridden boxcar behind a train who's steam whistle was the sound of the grim reaper himself. Stop it! You're only scaring yourself! he tried to tell himself. These thoughts didn't bring him down as much as they encouraged him to go on. Onto what was the real question.
Just as he began to ponder that, he eyes darted and spotted a frozen pond. Not large, maybe 50 yards from shore to shore, but enough to lose the his tracks. His exhausted legs followed his eyes are they guided him through another thick layer of brush into the open. Clearing at bank of snow, he landed on the ice, pausing to catch his traction, and started across. Making it a good 35 yards, he heard the sound of the gunfire cracking. Was is a frustration shot? Who cares, it was close. In a panic, he fell, and slid right into the bank of snow on the opposite side. The snow was deep enough to engulf him. Regaining his senses, he didn't dare get up, as he heard voices from across the lake.
He poked only a hand through to create a viewport. Three soldiers came into view, with long dirty grey uniforms. One seemed very upset, and the other two were too busy trying to catch their breath to form a rebuttal. It seemed like hours passing, what was really a 20 second conversation between the trio before they turned heel and headed back in the direction from whence they originated. Brian waited till they were in the treeline before exhaling, watching the frozen condensation escape his lips in a long sigh of relief, and happiness for his life. He poked his head out of the snow, and threw it back, sighing again. He looked upwards... the sky had never seemed so blue...
Hope you enjoy the site.
-JT
Account E-Mail:EDITED OUT!
Name: Brian James Kendall
Nationality:
Red, White, and Blue
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US Forces
Character History:
Brian had life going just the way he wanted it. He had a steady job at the lumber mill, making more money than all his friends, and was well on his way to having the money he wanted for college. Most families with the money sent their kids off for more schooling, but Brian's family had not been that fortunate. Instead, he had to earn it. He'd studied Biology and Anatomy in high school, and was looking forward to becoming a doctor one day. Until then, he was stuff pushing long boards of lumber from one conveyor belt to the other. It wasn't a particularly bad job, but there's many he'd rather have, obviously.
Brian had also been a local legend in his small Wisconsin town for his skill playing baseball. It was the game everyone played. Everyone. But no one was as good as Brian. His daily routine usually consisted of a game afterwork before going home to his mom, pop, and two little sisters. He didn't have the cash for his own place, but as long as he had a job, his folks agreed to let him stay. He was happy, until the draft hit. He was right in that target group. 21 years old, strong, healthy, and smart. Germany was only a hop, skip, and a throw away after Boot and Jump school.
The hot swampy weather of the south was a far cry from the four seasons he was accustomed to from his midwest life, but Europe would prove to be just the climate he would find himself at home in. He was undoubtedly destined.
Military Rank:
I'll put Corporal for now. I'm an Army Medic IRL, and would like Corpsman or something to that effect if I can get billeted as a Medic. Infantry's fine, that's my other MOS, hehe.
Writing Sample:
Scenario: You’re alone behind enemy lines and you get the eerie feeling someone’s watching you. You’re trying to remain quiet, stay low, work your way back to the frontlines - but you can’t help but feel you’re being followed… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
There was no need to be quiet, was there? This damned snow. No matter how stealthy you were, how accustomed to the woods you could get, the snow always served as the trail of breadcrumbs that you involuntarially strung behind you as you. The size 12 path left behind Brian with every lunging step meant that he couldn't hide, only endour. Endour what? The pain in his side? His shortness of breath? His fear of dying?
No, how long he could endour his own thoughts. His head wrapped around the course of his pursuers' minds moreso than his own. He know what they would do to him, and the places he would go. In one disease ridden boxcar behind a train who's steam whistle was the sound of the grim reaper himself. Stop it! You're only scaring yourself! he tried to tell himself. These thoughts didn't bring him down as much as they encouraged him to go on. Onto what was the real question.
Just as he began to ponder that, he eyes darted and spotted a frozen pond. Not large, maybe 50 yards from shore to shore, but enough to lose the his tracks. His exhausted legs followed his eyes are they guided him through another thick layer of brush into the open. Clearing at bank of snow, he landed on the ice, pausing to catch his traction, and started across. Making it a good 35 yards, he heard the sound of the gunfire cracking. Was is a frustration shot? Who cares, it was close. In a panic, he fell, and slid right into the bank of snow on the opposite side. The snow was deep enough to engulf him. Regaining his senses, he didn't dare get up, as he heard voices from across the lake.
He poked only a hand through to create a viewport. Three soldiers came into view, with long dirty grey uniforms. One seemed very upset, and the other two were too busy trying to catch their breath to form a rebuttal. It seemed like hours passing, what was really a 20 second conversation between the trio before they turned heel and headed back in the direction from whence they originated. Brian waited till they were in the treeline before exhaling, watching the frozen condensation escape his lips in a long sigh of relief, and happiness for his life. He poked his head out of the snow, and threw it back, sighing again. He looked upwards... the sky had never seemed so blue...