Kenith Juntman

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Name: Kenith Juntman

Nationality: American

What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: US

Character History: Kenith Juntman, born in 1917, born under his father; David Juntman, and his mother; Elizabeth Junsyway. Kenith was a blessing to his parents when he was born, until the depression, when Kenith was 15. Forced out of money and jobs, the family moved to the country, managing a small income from farming. When the war started in the 1939, Kenith jumped at the chance to get money, food, and a bed, so he went on a long and suffering trip to England, promising money to his parents. After sending his application, Kenith took housing in a relative’s house. After days, Kenith was accepting into the army, Kenith promised to split his pay check with his parents, no matter what. After vigorous days of waiting and training, Kenith joined the war efforts, helping his family. In 1941, Kenith’s father was hired into a working job in England, but the street his father was traveling down was bombed, no one survived. Not knowing of this, Kenith continued on in the war.

Military Rank: Corporal, Private is fine as well


Writing Sample: Kenith Juntman lay crouched low on the ground, arms clamped on his M1 Garand like steel. He quickly re-assessed his situation. I’m behind enemy lines, I’ve got a gun, I’m alone, and I think someone following me. Basically, Kenith thought he was a goner. Waiting, Kenith inched slowly though the land; senses aware of anything. Felling safer, He started to slowly jog, trying to remember where his compass has pointed him to. After silence, Kenith swore he heard someone following him, instantly freaked out, Kenith ran as fast as he could, to solid cover, a nearby rock. Peeking out from behind the Rock, Kenith saw nothing, Aiming with his M1 Garand, Kenith hoped he would live another day. Walking now, Kenith just tried to keep sane, when a Man jumped out from behind a tree, a Luger in hand. Quickly reacting, Kenith aimed his gun at him, and itched to pull the trigger. “Who are you?!” Kenith said to the German, “I’ve got a gun--, ri-right here” He stammered, Holding up his M1 Garand, the German simply pointed behind him, and Kenith found another German, Luger in hand, again.

(Writer Notes)
-Just call me Kenith, to address me.

[Heiko Alkema]

Hey Kenith, welcome to the site!

Your application is all good except for one small thing, we have a minimum requirement of 15 lines of text per section on the application and for normal posts on the site.

As it stands now, you've got 13 lines for the history and 14 for the sample. If you can just extend them a little bit you'll be fine.

I suggest that you take a look at a few of the accepted applications for some ideas on how to expand here.

- Heiko

[Kenit Guest]

Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT! (This is needed to validate your account)

Name: Kenith Juntman

Nationality: American

What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: US

Character History: Kenith Juntman, born in 1917, born under his father; David Juntman, and his mother; Elizabeth Junsyway. Kenith was a blessing to his parents when he was born, until the depression, when Kenith was 15. Forced out of money and jobs, the family moved to the country, managing a small income from farming. When the war started in the 1939, Kenith jumped at the chance to get money, food, and a bed, so he went on a long and suffering trip to England, promising money to his parents. After sending his application, Kenith took housing in a relative’s house. After days, Kenith was accepting into the army, Kenith promised to split his pay check with his parents, no matter what. After vigorous days of waiting and training, Kenith joined the war efforts, helping his family. In 1941, Kenith’s father was hired into a working job in England, but the street his father was traveling down was bombed, no one survived. Not knowing of this, Kenith continued on in the war. After finally receiving a letter about his father, Kenith was besieged with Emotions, hatred, and sadness. Hatred got the best of him, and he charged into the next battle, braving forward to kill the men who’d killed his father, to only be shot in the foot. After healing, Kenith re-joined the War Effort, much more ready for combat.

Military Rank: Corporal, Private is fine as well


Writing Sample: Kenith Juntman lay crouched low on the ground, arms clamped on his M1 Garand like steel. He quickly re-assessed his situation. I’m behind enemy lines, I’ve got a gun, I’m alone, and I think someone following me. Basically, Kenith thought he was a goner. Waiting, Kenith inched slowly though the land; senses aware of anything. Felling safer, He started to slowly jog, trying to remember where his compass has pointed him to. After silence, Kenith swore he heard someone following him, instantly freaked out, Kenith ran as fast as he could, to solid cover, a nearby rock. Peeking out from behind the Rock, Kenith saw nothing, Aiming with his M1 Garand, Kenith hoped he would live another day. Walking now, Kenith just tried to keep sane, when a Man jumped out from behind a tree, a Luger in hand. Quickly reacting, Kenith aimed his gun at him, and itched to pull the trigger. “Who are you?!” Kenith said to the German, “I’ve got a gun--, ri-right here” He stammered, Holding up his M1 Garand, the German simply pointed behind him, and Kenith found another German, Luger in hand, again. Reacting fast, Kenith shot the man in front of him, ducked, and dived sideways, firing 5 bullets at the other, only one shot hit the man, in the arm.

(Writer Notes)
-Just call me Kenith, to address me.
-Better?

[Kenith L Juntman]

Couple incorrectly spelled words and tense changes, but not a bad app. Welcome to Issuing Orders, I'll accept you at the rank of Private. If you have any questions please feel free to ask a Staff member, a Veteran member or consult our many help threads in the "Beginner's Guide" area.

Again, welcome to IO, hope you enjoy it as much as I have

-JT

Account E-Mail:EDITED OUT!

Name: Kenith Juntman

Nationality: American

What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK, US or Soviet: US

Character History: Kenith Juntman, born in 1917, born under his father; David Juntman, and his mother; Elizabeth Junsyway. Kenith was a blessing to his parents when he was born, until the depression, when Kenith was 15. Forced out of money and jobs, the family moved to the country, managing a small income from farming. When the war started in the 1939, Kenith jumped at the chance to get money, food, and a bed, so he went on a long and suffering trip to England, promising money to his parents. After sending his application, Kenith took housing in a relative’s house. After days, Kenith was accepting into the army, Kenith promised to split his pay check with his parents, no matter what. After vigorous days of waiting and training, Kenith joined the war efforts, helping his family. In 1941, Kenith’s father was hired into a working job in England, but the street his father was traveling down was bombed, no one survived. Not knowing of this, Kenith continued on in the war. After finally receiving a letter about his father, Kenith was besieged with Emotions, hatred, and sadness. Hatred got the best of him, and he charged into the next battle, braving forward to kill the men who’d killed his father, to only be shot in the foot. After healing, Kenith re-joined the War Effort, much more ready for combat.

Military Rank: Corporal, Private is fine as well


writing Sample: Kenith Juntman lay crouched low on the ground, arms clamped on his M1 Garand like steel. He quickly re-assessed his situation. I’m behind enemy lines, I’ve got a gun, I’m alone, and I think someone following me. Basically, Kenith thought he was a goner. Waiting, Kenith inched slowly though the land; senses aware of anything. Felling safer, He started to slowly jog, trying to remember where his compass has pointed him to. After silence, Kenith swore he heard someone following him, instantly freaked out, Kenith ran as fast as he could, to solid cover, a nearby rock. Peeking out from behind the Rock, Kenith saw nothing, Aiming with his M1 Garand, Kenith hoped he would live another day. Walking now, Kenith just tried to keep sane, when a Man jumped out from behind a tree, a Luger in hand. Quickly reacting, Kenith aimed his gun at him, and itched to pull the trigger. “Who are you?!” Kenith said to the German, “I’ve got a gun--, ri-right here” He stammered, Holding up his M1 Garand, the German simply pointed behind him, and Kenith found another German, Luger in hand, again. Reacting fast, Kenith shot the man in front of him, ducked, and dived sideways; firing 5 bullets at the other, only one shot hit the man, in the arm. The man clutched his arm in pain, firing a weak shot from the luger, the bullet smacking into the tree, sending splinters into the dead ground. Walking up to the man, who was now curled up, clutching his arm in agony, Kenith grabbed the man, and applied medical aid to the man arm’s as he could see fit. As he was finished, he used the other dead body’s military blanket the put the hurt man on. It was the least he could do. Going to the dead body, and taking the ammo and canteen, he continued on his shamble into the wood. But, Kenith made a deathly mistake. As he continued, he found himself on a gulch, remains of a MG-34 position on the top. Clambering up, Kenith hid behind the sand bags, using it as a prop for his back. As he felt himself daze in to slumber, he couldn’t help wonder abut if he could see dawn tomorrow. A snapping of a twig woke him up, to find a German Patrol walking along, Bolt Rifles ready at arms. As quietly as he could, Kenith went up further up the slope, taking aim. Firing a shot into one of the Germans, he quickly retreated to the forest, sprinting for 5 minutes, running like heck. The Germens found him, and opened fire. A bullet pierced his foot, blood came out, and Kenith screamed, and stumbled, banging his head on a rather large rock. The Germans came, and took the germen canteen of him, rolling his body over, and deserting him to the cold. As time passed, Kenith found himself nearly frozen, and covered in snow. Shaking to get off, Kenith limped, and fell withering in agony from the pain in his foot. He looked up, and looked at the sky, and wondered if he would see his family again

(Writer Notes)
-Just call me Kenith, to address me.
-Better?
_Added to the Example of RP.