Post by Leonhard Krause on Aug 26, 2011 4:25:33 GMT
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Name: Leonhard Kruase
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
Waffen-SS
Character History:
Born in a small village a few miles from the sprawling city of Hanover, Leonhard was born to a large family of farmers, the second of seven children. Leonhard or Leon as he liked to be called, grew up absorbing his mother and fathers working skills working on the family farm. His father was a World War One veteran and avid weapon and hunting enthusiast. That would be were he earned his almost class A precision and slight arrogance, but he would eventually tire of the farm. Leon had a close bond with his slightly older brother, Hans, and they would occasionally venture out into the city.
Leon would eventually leave the countryside, become a waiter at the best restaurant in all of Lower Saxony, buy a small apartment, marry his highschool "sweetheart", and live life large. Life was indeed on Leon`s side, his brother Hans had joined the SS, so in support of his brothers decision he joined the National Socialist German Workers' Party. That is until in nineteen thirty five, Leon`s brother and other soldiers were trying to calm down a small riot in Berlin where Jewish peoples were refusing the Nuremburg Laws. A single rock was picked up by one of the rioters, thrown, and connected with the forehead of Hans. At the time he felt fine, went to bed a short time later, but never woke up.
On top of that, Leon`s father got Arthritis in his hands, so he had to pay much money in gas because he was traveling so much back and forth between Hanover and his hometown. At first he went out for one night to get intoxicated, then he went out the next day, then the next, it would get so bad he was fired from his job and started beating his wife. His wife left him in the night while he was sleeping, he picked up the drinking, started gambeling, and became a mess. He started owing Jewish shy-lockers money- lots of money, he wanted to kill himself, but couldn't afford a gun. So when the Kristallnacht or the Night of Broken Glass came, it was like a blessing in-disguise.
He looted and burned down synagogues and Jewish homes, which gave him an idea, in honor of his late brother Hans, he would join the Waffen-SS. Leaving his siblings to take care of their father.
Military Rank: SS-Rottenführer
Writing Sample:
July 3, 1940
Time: 6:09 PM (Military time confuses the hell outta me)
Location: A few miles south of Bordeaux, France
It has been a traumatic war so far, being one of the men who threw a stick-grenade into the barn at Wormhoudt, I also marched threw the streets of Paris watching men, women, and children cry as they were forced to heil. I was now sitting in a small trench, waiting for more blood. But lets back up a little, we got word that French resistance was fleeing south, in vehicles, so we naturally jumped in trucks and headed south to find them. We got more intel from farmers and townspeople that their vehicles had run out of gasoline and they went on foot, it was obvious they were heading for Spain or Andorra. We would eventually find their two cars, and one small pickup truck, we knew that it was going to be a race.
I suggested we spend the daytime going to the right a quarter mile, then walking south most of the day, then going back a quarter mile to the left. I figured the French would be moving at night so they had a smaller chance of being discovered, and would be sleeping during the day. I still pondered the thought of them still walking and not sleeping, I thought of every little detail and plan, this seemed the best. When we stopped our commanding officer had us dig a trench, I liked this man, he would get down and dirty to help us dig. Even though I liked the man, he... lacked brains, he had only me and a squad of seven men stay in the trench, while he and the rest of the company rested further back.
Who knows how many French could come, but I couldn't question authority and well, that was that. So here I lie in a disgusting trench, looking up in the sky, listening to the crickets chirp, but I heard a sound that crickets cant make. There was a rustling up ahead, I peaked my head and saw a figment of a person. "Wake up und wecken das neben Sie," I wishpered, this was said over and over again until all seven other men heard it. Once that was over I peaked again, more figments. I kept my head peaked until I saw many people who were getting close, I then ducked down and winked at the soldier next to me.
I stood straight up like a flag being hoisted up a pole, and pointed my Mauser at the Frenchman infront of a small crowd of refugees, we were roughtly ten feet away from eachother. He wielded a Berthier rifle, and before he could realize what was what, he was in my sites, like a hunter on his prey. I pulled the cold trigger, a bullet full of fire and steel raced out of the barrel and into the chest of the man. His limp body fell, a Frenchwomen kneeled down and held him in her arms, crying.
"Okay, jeder wird sich auf den Boden oder erschossen werden!" One of the German soldiers yelled coming out of the trench, two Frenchmen immediately came out of the crowd, set their rifles down, and laided down on their bellies. The German soldiers took the French rifles away, and German soldiers, including our CO, Klaus, came from behind us and surveyed the crowd, a few soldiers who knew French asked some of them questions.
"Hey, dieses ist ein Jude," one of the Germans hollered, pointing at a star of David necklace around a mans neck.
"Suche alle von den Juden und ... line ihnen bis dorthin," Klaus said, pointing to a nearby small creek. Minutes went by, about five minutes later, about four women and six men were lined up near the creek.
"Linie die Gewehre und sie alle töten," Klaus said, then putting his left arm around me as we walked in the other direction to a small camp.
"Sie haben heute gut getan, Rottenführer," Klaus said smiling. I managed to tilt my head back just in time to see German riflemen fire into line of the French-Jews. They all fell to the ground, like a wall of bricks, crumbling down. I would've felt horrible and sick, would've, they took my brother from me, my family, so in a sense, those innocent people deserved to die. I just had this eerie fealing I was being watched.
Translations:
* Wake up and wake the one next to you up
* Okay, everyone will be on the ground or shot
* Hey this one is a Jew
* Find all of the Jews and... line them up there
* Line the guns and kill them all
* You have done well today, gang leader (it translates as gang leader but I ment corporal)
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?: I found it on google a while back, and thank you to the grader.
Name: Leonhard Kruase
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
Waffen-SS
Character History:
Born in a small village a few miles from the sprawling city of Hanover, Leonhard was born to a large family of farmers, the second of seven children. Leonhard or Leon as he liked to be called, grew up absorbing his mother and fathers working skills working on the family farm. His father was a World War One veteran and avid weapon and hunting enthusiast. That would be were he earned his almost class A precision and slight arrogance, but he would eventually tire of the farm. Leon had a close bond with his slightly older brother, Hans, and they would occasionally venture out into the city.
Leon would eventually leave the countryside, become a waiter at the best restaurant in all of Lower Saxony, buy a small apartment, marry his highschool "sweetheart", and live life large. Life was indeed on Leon`s side, his brother Hans had joined the SS, so in support of his brothers decision he joined the National Socialist German Workers' Party. That is until in nineteen thirty five, Leon`s brother and other soldiers were trying to calm down a small riot in Berlin where Jewish peoples were refusing the Nuremburg Laws. A single rock was picked up by one of the rioters, thrown, and connected with the forehead of Hans. At the time he felt fine, went to bed a short time later, but never woke up.
On top of that, Leon`s father got Arthritis in his hands, so he had to pay much money in gas because he was traveling so much back and forth between Hanover and his hometown. At first he went out for one night to get intoxicated, then he went out the next day, then the next, it would get so bad he was fired from his job and started beating his wife. His wife left him in the night while he was sleeping, he picked up the drinking, started gambeling, and became a mess. He started owing Jewish shy-lockers money- lots of money, he wanted to kill himself, but couldn't afford a gun. So when the Kristallnacht or the Night of Broken Glass came, it was like a blessing in-disguise.
He looted and burned down synagogues and Jewish homes, which gave him an idea, in honor of his late brother Hans, he would join the Waffen-SS. Leaving his siblings to take care of their father.
Military Rank: SS-Rottenführer
Writing Sample:
July 3, 1940
Time: 6:09 PM (Military time confuses the hell outta me)
Location: A few miles south of Bordeaux, France
It has been a traumatic war so far, being one of the men who threw a stick-grenade into the barn at Wormhoudt, I also marched threw the streets of Paris watching men, women, and children cry as they were forced to heil. I was now sitting in a small trench, waiting for more blood. But lets back up a little, we got word that French resistance was fleeing south, in vehicles, so we naturally jumped in trucks and headed south to find them. We got more intel from farmers and townspeople that their vehicles had run out of gasoline and they went on foot, it was obvious they were heading for Spain or Andorra. We would eventually find their two cars, and one small pickup truck, we knew that it was going to be a race.
I suggested we spend the daytime going to the right a quarter mile, then walking south most of the day, then going back a quarter mile to the left. I figured the French would be moving at night so they had a smaller chance of being discovered, and would be sleeping during the day. I still pondered the thought of them still walking and not sleeping, I thought of every little detail and plan, this seemed the best. When we stopped our commanding officer had us dig a trench, I liked this man, he would get down and dirty to help us dig. Even though I liked the man, he... lacked brains, he had only me and a squad of seven men stay in the trench, while he and the rest of the company rested further back.
Who knows how many French could come, but I couldn't question authority and well, that was that. So here I lie in a disgusting trench, looking up in the sky, listening to the crickets chirp, but I heard a sound that crickets cant make. There was a rustling up ahead, I peaked my head and saw a figment of a person. "Wake up und wecken das neben Sie," I wishpered, this was said over and over again until all seven other men heard it. Once that was over I peaked again, more figments. I kept my head peaked until I saw many people who were getting close, I then ducked down and winked at the soldier next to me.
I stood straight up like a flag being hoisted up a pole, and pointed my Mauser at the Frenchman infront of a small crowd of refugees, we were roughtly ten feet away from eachother. He wielded a Berthier rifle, and before he could realize what was what, he was in my sites, like a hunter on his prey. I pulled the cold trigger, a bullet full of fire and steel raced out of the barrel and into the chest of the man. His limp body fell, a Frenchwomen kneeled down and held him in her arms, crying.
"Okay, jeder wird sich auf den Boden oder erschossen werden!" One of the German soldiers yelled coming out of the trench, two Frenchmen immediately came out of the crowd, set their rifles down, and laided down on their bellies. The German soldiers took the French rifles away, and German soldiers, including our CO, Klaus, came from behind us and surveyed the crowd, a few soldiers who knew French asked some of them questions.
"Hey, dieses ist ein Jude," one of the Germans hollered, pointing at a star of David necklace around a mans neck.
"Suche alle von den Juden und ... line ihnen bis dorthin," Klaus said, pointing to a nearby small creek. Minutes went by, about five minutes later, about four women and six men were lined up near the creek.
"Linie die Gewehre und sie alle töten," Klaus said, then putting his left arm around me as we walked in the other direction to a small camp.
"Sie haben heute gut getan, Rottenführer," Klaus said smiling. I managed to tilt my head back just in time to see German riflemen fire into line of the French-Jews. They all fell to the ground, like a wall of bricks, crumbling down. I would've felt horrible and sick, would've, they took my brother from me, my family, so in a sense, those innocent people deserved to die. I just had this eerie fealing I was being watched.
Translations:
* Wake up and wake the one next to you up
* Okay, everyone will be on the ground or shot
* Hey this one is a Jew
* Find all of the Jews and... line them up there
* Line the guns and kill them all
* You have done well today, gang leader (it translates as gang leader but I ment corporal)
How did you find us? If you found us via a link somewhere, where was it? If someone pointed you here, who was it?: I found it on google a while back, and thank you to the grader.
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