Post by Guest on Dec 20, 2009 21:26:01 GMT
WOW, no excuses for the dealy on your application. I'll approve you at the rank of Corporal as you requested. If you need any help please feel free to consult our "Beginner's Guide" and if you can't find what you are looking for there then there are plenty of veteran members and staff members alike that can find what you are looking for.
Welcome to Issuing Orders.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name:
Johan Van Dijck
Nationality:
Belgian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
Johan was born on August 1 1923 in the city of Antwerp.
He was a shy, calm kid. He had great love for nature and he spend most of his free time in the woods with his friends.
During a camping trip with his friends and parents they decided to go swimming in the lake near their camping space. He jumped in the water playing with his friends. He was pushed under and he panicked, struggling for air while his friends laughed not knowing the seriousness of the situation. He had nearly drowned and his father was just in time to rescue him. Ever since then he was afraid of water.
He went to a Catholic school and joined the Belgian Boy Scouts at the age of 7 until he was 16.
He learned to speak German, French and English.
His brother Quinten was born in 1927 and his sisters Anne and Laura in 1930. When Johan wasn't studying or was with his Scout friends camping he watched after his younger brother and sisters
His father Eric Van Dijck was a teacher on the University of Antwerp. It was a very strict man who didn't hesitate to punish the children when they had misbehaved. But he was a loving father who took the children to the theater occasionally.
The family had a certain standing and were respected by many.
When Belgium began it's mobilization for the growing German threat in the east, Johan went to a recruitment office, lied about his age and joined the Belgian 3rd Infantry Division. He didn't want that his father had used his influence to let Johan stay home. He wanted to defend his home. All of his friends were talking about joining, many did.
On May 10, the day Germany invaded Belgium, Johan was stationed at the Albert Canal in Antwerp. They hoped the fortresses in Eben-Emael and Liège could stop the Germans advance. It was idle hope. Soon even Johan and the rest of the division were forced to retreat behind the rivers the Dendre and Scheldt.
He got separated from his unit while they were resting in a cornfield and got surprised by mortars. Wounded on his left leg, he had dragged himself to nearby bushes and waited certain to be captured. He was found by a band of British troops who were also cut of from their main group: 1st Infantry Division Gordon Highlanders. They stitched him up and took him with them to Dunkirk where they soon got orders to evacuate.
He followed them back to the UK when the Belgian army surrendered the 28th of May.
In England he enlisted again to free his country.
Military Rank:
Corporal
Writing sample:
He woke up hearing voices. He was still laying in the small bush where he had dropped himself down. His leg seemed to have stopped bleeding.
He tried to move and listen from where the voices came from. Germans or friendly? He wondered what he would do when it turned out to be Germans. Jump up and yell: "Nicht shiessen kamerad!" And risk getting shot or just play dead?
Where are the others? He wondered. They had left him several hours ago and he could here gun fire fading in the distance. Shh. The voices grew louder but still soft, like whispers. "Oi Sarge. What are we going to do now?"
"Shut it Connelly. You want the whole German army up our arses? We need to regroup with the boys."
That was not German!
Johan coughed. Would I?
"Hey...Over here...Don't shoot....friendly..." He crawled to where the voices came from.
"Well I'll be damned sir...Look what we got here."
There were six of them. Unshaved, dirty and with a tired look in their eyes.
"What's yer name lad?" One of them took a look at his leg and started to clean the wound.
"Johan...Van Dijck...Belgian Army...I have to get back to my unit..."
The bearded sergeant laughed. "We all do lad...Sergeant David. Gordon Highlanders." He layed his hand on Johan's shoulder and turned to his map. "Bird, Masters. Lookout. We don't want no German slitting our throats while we're sleeping."
He looked at Johan. "You know your way around these woods?"
Johan grinned in pain when the soldier pulled the bandage tight and turned to the sergeant. "Yes I do. I've camped allot in these woods when I was a boyscout."
"Right. OK than lad. You coming with us and be our guide." The sergeant smiled. "And we'll drop you off nicely with your unit. Now get some sleep. My boys will keep watch."
Johan curled himself up in his blanket and heared the soldiers softly talking with each other. He had gotten something to drink and eat from one of the men for he had lost his backpack in the field when they were chased by mortars. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
Welcome to Issuing Orders.
-JT
Account E-Mail: EDITED OUT!
Name:
Johan Van Dijck
Nationality:
Belgian
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
Johan was born on August 1 1923 in the city of Antwerp.
He was a shy, calm kid. He had great love for nature and he spend most of his free time in the woods with his friends.
During a camping trip with his friends and parents they decided to go swimming in the lake near their camping space. He jumped in the water playing with his friends. He was pushed under and he panicked, struggling for air while his friends laughed not knowing the seriousness of the situation. He had nearly drowned and his father was just in time to rescue him. Ever since then he was afraid of water.
He went to a Catholic school and joined the Belgian Boy Scouts at the age of 7 until he was 16.
He learned to speak German, French and English.
His brother Quinten was born in 1927 and his sisters Anne and Laura in 1930. When Johan wasn't studying or was with his Scout friends camping he watched after his younger brother and sisters
His father Eric Van Dijck was a teacher on the University of Antwerp. It was a very strict man who didn't hesitate to punish the children when they had misbehaved. But he was a loving father who took the children to the theater occasionally.
The family had a certain standing and were respected by many.
When Belgium began it's mobilization for the growing German threat in the east, Johan went to a recruitment office, lied about his age and joined the Belgian 3rd Infantry Division. He didn't want that his father had used his influence to let Johan stay home. He wanted to defend his home. All of his friends were talking about joining, many did.
On May 10, the day Germany invaded Belgium, Johan was stationed at the Albert Canal in Antwerp. They hoped the fortresses in Eben-Emael and Liège could stop the Germans advance. It was idle hope. Soon even Johan and the rest of the division were forced to retreat behind the rivers the Dendre and Scheldt.
He got separated from his unit while they were resting in a cornfield and got surprised by mortars. Wounded on his left leg, he had dragged himself to nearby bushes and waited certain to be captured. He was found by a band of British troops who were also cut of from their main group: 1st Infantry Division Gordon Highlanders. They stitched him up and took him with them to Dunkirk where they soon got orders to evacuate.
He followed them back to the UK when the Belgian army surrendered the 28th of May.
In England he enlisted again to free his country.
Military Rank:
Corporal
Writing sample:
He woke up hearing voices. He was still laying in the small bush where he had dropped himself down. His leg seemed to have stopped bleeding.
He tried to move and listen from where the voices came from. Germans or friendly? He wondered what he would do when it turned out to be Germans. Jump up and yell: "Nicht shiessen kamerad!" And risk getting shot or just play dead?
Where are the others? He wondered. They had left him several hours ago and he could here gun fire fading in the distance. Shh. The voices grew louder but still soft, like whispers. "Oi Sarge. What are we going to do now?"
"Shut it Connelly. You want the whole German army up our arses? We need to regroup with the boys."
That was not German!
Johan coughed. Would I?
"Hey...Over here...Don't shoot....friendly..." He crawled to where the voices came from.
"Well I'll be damned sir...Look what we got here."
There were six of them. Unshaved, dirty and with a tired look in their eyes.
"What's yer name lad?" One of them took a look at his leg and started to clean the wound.
"Johan...Van Dijck...Belgian Army...I have to get back to my unit..."
The bearded sergeant laughed. "We all do lad...Sergeant David. Gordon Highlanders." He layed his hand on Johan's shoulder and turned to his map. "Bird, Masters. Lookout. We don't want no German slitting our throats while we're sleeping."
He looked at Johan. "You know your way around these woods?"
Johan grinned in pain when the soldier pulled the bandage tight and turned to the sergeant. "Yes I do. I've camped allot in these woods when I was a boyscout."
"Right. OK than lad. You coming with us and be our guide." The sergeant smiled. "And we'll drop you off nicely with your unit. Now get some sleep. My boys will keep watch."
Johan curled himself up in his blanket and heared the soldiers softly talking with each other. He had gotten something to drink and eat from one of the men for he had lost his backpack in the field when they were chased by mortars. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.