Post by Johann Metzger on Oct 14, 2010 2:14:47 GMT
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Name: Johann Metzger
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
Wehrmacht (German Army)
Character History:
My name is Johann Metzger. I was born in the northern Bavarian town of Wurzburg in 1920. My father was a WW1 veteran who fought faithfully for the Kaiser Wilhelm. He was wounded in the battle of Amiens and receive the Iron Cross for his bravery. He was proud to serve for the Empire and was a devoted nationalist. He tought me nationalist values as a child and told me how proud I should be to be German. I attended school in Munich until age 14, when in 1934, I joined the Hitler Youth. My father told me that I should serve Germany until death. I volunteered and was enthusiastic to fight for Der Vaterland. I quickly acceled in marksmanship. My Mauser '98 rifle soon became my most prized possesion. While in training, I met a boy from Hamburg. His name was Rudolf Hertz and he became a good friend of mine. Rudolf told me a few times of how he did not agree with the hated of the Jews. He expressed sympathy for them and was often called a "Jew-Lover" by the other guys. He was the same age as I, and we looked forward to graduate together and join the Wehrmacht immediately after. One month from graduation, Rudolf was transferred to another unit. I don't know where he went, but he never wrote me and I never saw him again. Graduation from the Hitler Youth was 2 days ago. And now I seek to join the Wehrmacht to fight for the Fatherland alongside the rest of our brave countrymen.
Military Rank:
Requesting the rank of Oberschutze
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…
Somehow I ended up here alone. My unit got lost on the way to our objective and we hit the American front lines. We took a beating. I managed to scurry through and find some cover in a thick part of the forest. I looked back for any of my comrades, but none came. I pulled out my map to see if I could find where I was. Suddenly, I heard a branch snap. I raised my rifle with my bayonette at the end. I knew a gunshot would alert the enemy. I peeked my head around the tree to check it out. It was a Yankee taking a leak. I knew I had to take him out before he saw me. I slowly crept up behind him. I raised my rifle to chest level, and with a solid blow, I thrusted my bayonette between his ribs. I pierced his heart and he died almost immediately. I slowly let his body down so it didn't make noise. I decided to go with a risky plan. Since I studied English in Munich, I undressed the dead Yank and swapped him clothes. I figured it was the best shot I had at getting through their lines and back to our territory. I suited up in American gear, and with a M1 in hand, I made my way to the nearby American foxholes. There, I acted as if the weather was too cold for me to speak much. I sat down for awhile to not cause suspicion. After a few minutes, I walked to the foxhole furthest out. And in a blink of an eye, I bolted threw the trees, running towards my comrades. At first, the Americans thought I wanted to end my life. Only after I ripped off the Yankee coat did they see, but it was too late. I made it back to our lines. My fellow soldiers welcomed me back and I shared my story. After a few minutes, Lt. Schlauch asked me for a formal report. I gave it to him and he gave me a cup of coffee. I truly thought I was going to die that day...
Name: Johann Metzger
Nationality: German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
Wehrmacht (German Army)
Character History:
My name is Johann Metzger. I was born in the northern Bavarian town of Wurzburg in 1920. My father was a WW1 veteran who fought faithfully for the Kaiser Wilhelm. He was wounded in the battle of Amiens and receive the Iron Cross for his bravery. He was proud to serve for the Empire and was a devoted nationalist. He tought me nationalist values as a child and told me how proud I should be to be German. I attended school in Munich until age 14, when in 1934, I joined the Hitler Youth. My father told me that I should serve Germany until death. I volunteered and was enthusiastic to fight for Der Vaterland. I quickly acceled in marksmanship. My Mauser '98 rifle soon became my most prized possesion. While in training, I met a boy from Hamburg. His name was Rudolf Hertz and he became a good friend of mine. Rudolf told me a few times of how he did not agree with the hated of the Jews. He expressed sympathy for them and was often called a "Jew-Lover" by the other guys. He was the same age as I, and we looked forward to graduate together and join the Wehrmacht immediately after. One month from graduation, Rudolf was transferred to another unit. I don't know where he went, but he never wrote me and I never saw him again. Graduation from the Hitler Youth was 2 days ago. And now I seek to join the Wehrmacht to fight for the Fatherland alongside the rest of our brave countrymen.
Military Rank:
Requesting the rank of Oberschutze
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…
Somehow I ended up here alone. My unit got lost on the way to our objective and we hit the American front lines. We took a beating. I managed to scurry through and find some cover in a thick part of the forest. I looked back for any of my comrades, but none came. I pulled out my map to see if I could find where I was. Suddenly, I heard a branch snap. I raised my rifle with my bayonette at the end. I knew a gunshot would alert the enemy. I peeked my head around the tree to check it out. It was a Yankee taking a leak. I knew I had to take him out before he saw me. I slowly crept up behind him. I raised my rifle to chest level, and with a solid blow, I thrusted my bayonette between his ribs. I pierced his heart and he died almost immediately. I slowly let his body down so it didn't make noise. I decided to go with a risky plan. Since I studied English in Munich, I undressed the dead Yank and swapped him clothes. I figured it was the best shot I had at getting through their lines and back to our territory. I suited up in American gear, and with a M1 in hand, I made my way to the nearby American foxholes. There, I acted as if the weather was too cold for me to speak much. I sat down for awhile to not cause suspicion. After a few minutes, I walked to the foxhole furthest out. And in a blink of an eye, I bolted threw the trees, running towards my comrades. At first, the Americans thought I wanted to end my life. Only after I ripped off the Yankee coat did they see, but it was too late. I made it back to our lines. My fellow soldiers welcomed me back and I shared my story. After a few minutes, Lt. Schlauch asked me for a formal report. I gave it to him and he gave me a cup of coffee. I truly thought I was going to die that day...
