Post by Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko on Jul 22, 2010 22:39:50 GMT
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Name: Matthew Graham
Nationality:
USA
Character History:
Character History: Some may wonder what the true American life is for and why they must choose it. Some just think about why their ancestors came across on a ship or plane, even to become an American. There really wasn’t any reason to, was there? These are always thoughts that came to Matthew when he was young.
Mathew was born to a small family; with only one older brother who was like him, they both had a fascination for everything that flew in the air. Of course it was before the Depression of the ‘20s, that his family decided to give birth to Matthew, but he still lived a normal life, as the Depression didn’t hit his small family as hard as the others.
Mathew didn’t go to one of those “fancy schools”, though during the night before bed his mother- Fran Graham - would take him and his brother to the kitchen, and pull out something to read. Every night she would read long articles from the newspaper; short articles from books; or even something from the small bible she had in Matthew’s parent’s room.
As Matthew grew up, he moved on with his life, knowing how to read and write some small words unlike any other child on the same city block as him. The rations that were handed out to his family continued to get smaller and smaller in size, and wasn’t enough to sustain the small family anymore. His mother was able to get a job, which was lucky as the Depression was cutting jobs by the second. Unlike the other mums around the neighborhood, she didn’t get a job at the factory or even a small corner store that sold tabloid - she was recruited by the local school to teach the young students that hoped for a good education for grammar and the English language alone. At this point Matthew and his older brother Frank were now able to go to a formal school and see that they were to get a good enough education from their mother.
Mathew finally “graduated” from this school. It wasn’t really anything special just a farewell from the administrator that ran the school and a “good luck” from his own mother, Matthew was then able to work. Like most children at his age he was made out to be a fine factory worker at the same place his father worked. Everyday he would walk to the factory that made textiles and other linens, with a tin lunch box in one hand and the other dangling next to his father’s tin lunchbox. His job wasn’t really fancy as what he did was walk around and clean up the scraps; tossing them into the pale green bin marked with a stamp stating “Scrap Cloth”. To Matthew this really didn’t make too much sense to him because what he thought was a cloth, was a rag of sorts used to wipe things down like dust off of the fine coffee table in his parents so-called “Family room”. Though the job wasn’t thought of as “hard labor”, it still made enough money for his family, allowing them not only to buy enough food to keep them satisfied, but also enough to buy new personal items that always kept them happy.
After his 18th birthday, what became known as “World War Two”, was just beginning to rage on towards its climax of air combat and as a young fellow that was very interested in flying; Matthew decided to join the United States of America Airforce; known for its great flying aces after the war. Mathew’s interest for flying grew to its fullest at this point, and he didn’t even have to sign for the draft instead going down to the closest Recruiting Office to sign his name up.
He was sent over to England for his training and would then be known as one of the many pilots who fought (and some died) against the Third Reich and Hitler.
Military Rank:
Sergeant, if the mod of this app believes that it could achieve greater I would gladly take it.
Writing Sample:
War is just plain ugly now that Matthew had seen what it was. If he hadn’t known what it was like than more than likely you wouldn’t see Matthew in the skies now. The war was massive and was causing more and more deaths to happen now then ever. What was it that countries always forced their young men to fight against other young men only to die? Of course you could say that the two different groups of young men thought about different things as their countries fought but one thing for sure was that they didn’t want to have to see war at all. It was plain ugly and just wasn’t even fair. As the war continued to kill more and more young people the countries continued to pour more and more younger people into the fight. This plain did not make too much since to really plainly anyone forced to fight this war. Lose one face of a soldier just see another face from back home become a soldier to early only to die. These faces are always haunted constantly of death and even more.
The roar of the engine above a small field of corn, maybe even alfalfa, sounded loud and a bit disturbing as the small country setting was exposed to some young new pilots ready for the fight that was about to expose to them. Matthew Graham hadn’t known what war was like except that leading mean that might even be older than you wasn’t exactly the best thing to do. He had been in the Royal Air force for about three years now and it had been enough to rank him up to where he was now. The four P-47 fighters’s had no bombs or anything on them which made their body lighter and easier to maneuver around the skies.
Though it was un-known to these four fight-bombers what was in front of them they still were full of suspense. Through the clouds Basically 500 meters away were 7 German fighters ready to pounce onto them and make there kills. Four P-47 fighters with two of them having inexperience pilots was easy bait for the old and cocky German Luftwaffe pilots craving for kills in this soon to be small skirmish above the Farm fields. No one was certainly ready for this but Matthew’s mind began to race. What if we were attacked?
Finally the two so-called “packs” of planes finally met with each other as the propellers of the older modeled German planes cut through the clouds that had covered there appearances to the American pilots eyes. The young American pilots didn’t believe that there were 7 planes that came out to see them in combat. Of course as the experience that Matthew had he knew exactly what would happen for each scenario he could attempt to use. The four American Pilots filed there radios with chatters of plans that they would use but Mathew had already decided what he was going to tell his men to do. Bail out towards the corn fields like dive bomber and then Immelmann behind them shooting at them hoping to at least break them from their positions. Once the German planes were scattered apart then the Americans could make a retreat back home.
Matthew had finally spoken up to the others and told about his plan for escape away from the Germans that bare in on them. The chatter finally quieted down as the Americans zeroed in on the out dated German planes. Matthew titled his plane to the left as if he were giving out a salute to the Germans out of respect only to see who the leader of the so-called “Pack” of planes approaching them. Finally he had gotten an answer as the fourth plane titled back and the Americans were now ready to attack and retreat. Matthew gave the signal with ”Ready boys hit and run!” And the Americans sped down.
The war had now only begun for Matthew as the planes began to dive down speedily and not hesitantly. Thoughts were raging through Matthew’s mind as the planes all dove straight towards the ground. The young pilots could feel the gravity pulling the lightly built planes to the end of the road as the German pilots opened fire.
Matthew kept the nose of his plane down until he ranged around 150 Meters from the ground and then nosed up a little bit to straighten the P-47 out. Unfortunately two others that weren’t as lucky as him and the other highly ranked pilot to the right of the formation, landed hard with the nose into the ground and much flames entering the explosion that had finished the two lone planes for good. Plane parts, and other particles of soil and such flew into the air only distracting Matthew for a little bit before he turned his head around for the spin upward in the air towards the German pilots.
The plan had worked so far as the two remaining young American pilots were in perfect position to fire at the German’s light and cheaply built aircraft that still somewhat sat in position. Although the planes that were being piloted by the Nazis were still loosely together, there formation had begun to break apart leaving the American pilots room to squeeze through and away with partial harm done.
The thing was being out numbered wasn’t going to help them fight therefore this retreat was a must or else there could be a lose of four pilots instead of two or even three if even one pilot weren’t to execute the plan accordingly. Matthew started to throttle up and speeding towards the hole that was set he opened fire. Soon enough the 4 Browning machine guns tagged 2 German aircraft from the air. Matthew grinned as the camouflaged Germans dropped to the ground like his own friends and allies just a few minutes earlier.
As the two American Aircraft zoomed through the hole the German firearms began to open fire sending a rain of bullets towards the two American pilot’s way. A roar of bullets clung against Mathew’s aircraft and the second aircraft next to him. The fire stopped long enough for the reload and for Matthew to try and signal the pilot next to him with his radio. Hitting the switch Matthew tried to talk but the radio wasn’t transmitting anything to the other pilot’s Aircraft.
”Shit” Matthew said and looked straight down to the radio long enough to notice a bullet had came straight through the bottom of the cockpit, Just barely missing Matthew, and tore straight through the radio itself. Knowing that the other pilot was doomed now, Matthew just nosed up and left him there as the gunfire began to reign out again sending his plane for the ground in a cloud of smoke.
Matthew nosed up and continued towards base still shaking his head a bit knowing he had just lost three other pilots on a regular old patrol mission. It was unbearable knowing what had just happened too the three others that were too young to have enjoyed life to its fullest. Believe it or not Matthew was too young for that too. The P-47 roared forward and left the German aircraft that were too slow to catch up with him, and his path was simple, straight to base to explain what had just happened. To Matthew it was now over. Over, yeah that sounds great. Over….
Name: Matthew Graham
Nationality:
USA
Character History:
Character History: Some may wonder what the true American life is for and why they must choose it. Some just think about why their ancestors came across on a ship or plane, even to become an American. There really wasn’t any reason to, was there? These are always thoughts that came to Matthew when he was young.
Mathew was born to a small family; with only one older brother who was like him, they both had a fascination for everything that flew in the air. Of course it was before the Depression of the ‘20s, that his family decided to give birth to Matthew, but he still lived a normal life, as the Depression didn’t hit his small family as hard as the others.
Mathew didn’t go to one of those “fancy schools”, though during the night before bed his mother- Fran Graham - would take him and his brother to the kitchen, and pull out something to read. Every night she would read long articles from the newspaper; short articles from books; or even something from the small bible she had in Matthew’s parent’s room.
As Matthew grew up, he moved on with his life, knowing how to read and write some small words unlike any other child on the same city block as him. The rations that were handed out to his family continued to get smaller and smaller in size, and wasn’t enough to sustain the small family anymore. His mother was able to get a job, which was lucky as the Depression was cutting jobs by the second. Unlike the other mums around the neighborhood, she didn’t get a job at the factory or even a small corner store that sold tabloid - she was recruited by the local school to teach the young students that hoped for a good education for grammar and the English language alone. At this point Matthew and his older brother Frank were now able to go to a formal school and see that they were to get a good enough education from their mother.
Mathew finally “graduated” from this school. It wasn’t really anything special just a farewell from the administrator that ran the school and a “good luck” from his own mother, Matthew was then able to work. Like most children at his age he was made out to be a fine factory worker at the same place his father worked. Everyday he would walk to the factory that made textiles and other linens, with a tin lunch box in one hand and the other dangling next to his father’s tin lunchbox. His job wasn’t really fancy as what he did was walk around and clean up the scraps; tossing them into the pale green bin marked with a stamp stating “Scrap Cloth”. To Matthew this really didn’t make too much sense to him because what he thought was a cloth, was a rag of sorts used to wipe things down like dust off of the fine coffee table in his parents so-called “Family room”. Though the job wasn’t thought of as “hard labor”, it still made enough money for his family, allowing them not only to buy enough food to keep them satisfied, but also enough to buy new personal items that always kept them happy.
After his 18th birthday, what became known as “World War Two”, was just beginning to rage on towards its climax of air combat and as a young fellow that was very interested in flying; Matthew decided to join the United States of America Airforce; known for its great flying aces after the war. Mathew’s interest for flying grew to its fullest at this point, and he didn’t even have to sign for the draft instead going down to the closest Recruiting Office to sign his name up.
He was sent over to England for his training and would then be known as one of the many pilots who fought (and some died) against the Third Reich and Hitler.
Military Rank:
Sergeant, if the mod of this app believes that it could achieve greater I would gladly take it.
Writing Sample:
War is just plain ugly now that Matthew had seen what it was. If he hadn’t known what it was like than more than likely you wouldn’t see Matthew in the skies now. The war was massive and was causing more and more deaths to happen now then ever. What was it that countries always forced their young men to fight against other young men only to die? Of course you could say that the two different groups of young men thought about different things as their countries fought but one thing for sure was that they didn’t want to have to see war at all. It was plain ugly and just wasn’t even fair. As the war continued to kill more and more young people the countries continued to pour more and more younger people into the fight. This plain did not make too much since to really plainly anyone forced to fight this war. Lose one face of a soldier just see another face from back home become a soldier to early only to die. These faces are always haunted constantly of death and even more.
The roar of the engine above a small field of corn, maybe even alfalfa, sounded loud and a bit disturbing as the small country setting was exposed to some young new pilots ready for the fight that was about to expose to them. Matthew Graham hadn’t known what war was like except that leading mean that might even be older than you wasn’t exactly the best thing to do. He had been in the Royal Air force for about three years now and it had been enough to rank him up to where he was now. The four P-47 fighters’s had no bombs or anything on them which made their body lighter and easier to maneuver around the skies.
Though it was un-known to these four fight-bombers what was in front of them they still were full of suspense. Through the clouds Basically 500 meters away were 7 German fighters ready to pounce onto them and make there kills. Four P-47 fighters with two of them having inexperience pilots was easy bait for the old and cocky German Luftwaffe pilots craving for kills in this soon to be small skirmish above the Farm fields. No one was certainly ready for this but Matthew’s mind began to race. What if we were attacked?
Finally the two so-called “packs” of planes finally met with each other as the propellers of the older modeled German planes cut through the clouds that had covered there appearances to the American pilots eyes. The young American pilots didn’t believe that there were 7 planes that came out to see them in combat. Of course as the experience that Matthew had he knew exactly what would happen for each scenario he could attempt to use. The four American Pilots filed there radios with chatters of plans that they would use but Mathew had already decided what he was going to tell his men to do. Bail out towards the corn fields like dive bomber and then Immelmann behind them shooting at them hoping to at least break them from their positions. Once the German planes were scattered apart then the Americans could make a retreat back home.
Matthew had finally spoken up to the others and told about his plan for escape away from the Germans that bare in on them. The chatter finally quieted down as the Americans zeroed in on the out dated German planes. Matthew titled his plane to the left as if he were giving out a salute to the Germans out of respect only to see who the leader of the so-called “Pack” of planes approaching them. Finally he had gotten an answer as the fourth plane titled back and the Americans were now ready to attack and retreat. Matthew gave the signal with ”Ready boys hit and run!” And the Americans sped down.
The war had now only begun for Matthew as the planes began to dive down speedily and not hesitantly. Thoughts were raging through Matthew’s mind as the planes all dove straight towards the ground. The young pilots could feel the gravity pulling the lightly built planes to the end of the road as the German pilots opened fire.
Matthew kept the nose of his plane down until he ranged around 150 Meters from the ground and then nosed up a little bit to straighten the P-47 out. Unfortunately two others that weren’t as lucky as him and the other highly ranked pilot to the right of the formation, landed hard with the nose into the ground and much flames entering the explosion that had finished the two lone planes for good. Plane parts, and other particles of soil and such flew into the air only distracting Matthew for a little bit before he turned his head around for the spin upward in the air towards the German pilots.
The plan had worked so far as the two remaining young American pilots were in perfect position to fire at the German’s light and cheaply built aircraft that still somewhat sat in position. Although the planes that were being piloted by the Nazis were still loosely together, there formation had begun to break apart leaving the American pilots room to squeeze through and away with partial harm done.
The thing was being out numbered wasn’t going to help them fight therefore this retreat was a must or else there could be a lose of four pilots instead of two or even three if even one pilot weren’t to execute the plan accordingly. Matthew started to throttle up and speeding towards the hole that was set he opened fire. Soon enough the 4 Browning machine guns tagged 2 German aircraft from the air. Matthew grinned as the camouflaged Germans dropped to the ground like his own friends and allies just a few minutes earlier.
As the two American Aircraft zoomed through the hole the German firearms began to open fire sending a rain of bullets towards the two American pilot’s way. A roar of bullets clung against Mathew’s aircraft and the second aircraft next to him. The fire stopped long enough for the reload and for Matthew to try and signal the pilot next to him with his radio. Hitting the switch Matthew tried to talk but the radio wasn’t transmitting anything to the other pilot’s Aircraft.
”Shit” Matthew said and looked straight down to the radio long enough to notice a bullet had came straight through the bottom of the cockpit, Just barely missing Matthew, and tore straight through the radio itself. Knowing that the other pilot was doomed now, Matthew just nosed up and left him there as the gunfire began to reign out again sending his plane for the ground in a cloud of smoke.
Matthew nosed up and continued towards base still shaking his head a bit knowing he had just lost three other pilots on a regular old patrol mission. It was unbearable knowing what had just happened too the three others that were too young to have enjoyed life to its fullest. Believe it or not Matthew was too young for that too. The P-47 roared forward and left the German aircraft that were too slow to catch up with him, and his path was simple, straight to base to explain what had just happened. To Matthew it was now over. Over, yeah that sounds great. Over….
