Post by ☭ Joseph Petrov on Dec 5, 2011 16:19:07 GMT
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Name:
Marek Adamski
Nationality:
Polish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
UK
Character History:
Marek Adamski was born September 1st 1919 in the city of Poznan, ironically only twenty years before his country would be attacked at the start of the Second World War. He was the only child of Filip and Waclawa Adamski. His hair was a light brown with blue eyes, he was of average height. During his early childhood until 1923 his family lived very nearly in poverty. Living in a small one room house at the edge of Poznan. His father was able to make enough money for them doing odd-jobs here and there, to make it through the hard times of Poland's early existence. By early 1924 his father was able to buy an old bakery in bad shape, closer in the city for a good price. As some of the the bakery equipment was still left in the building his father Filip decided to enter the bakery business. But even after selling their old house for a very low price they had only a small amount of money left to use. Even so, their small business was a success. Earning them enough money to pay to send Marek to school from age seven to sixteen.
As tensions between Germany and Poland began to rise, Marek decided to join the Polish Army. He was determined to be ready to fight if Poland was attacked. So against the wishes of his mother and the support of his father, Marek joined the Polish Army December 30th 1938. During his training Marek decided, with the encouragement of a friend doing so as well, to sign-up for the cavalry. After successfully completing his cavalry training, Marek was placed in the Podolska Cavalry Brigade of the Poznan Army. Then, September 1st 1939, Germany invaded Poland. In the beginning his unit was not engaged in combat, but on September 9th his unit was thrust into combat at the Battle of Bzura. At first it seemed like it would be successful, but German counterattacks caused the attack to falter. Some units were able to fight their way to the capital city Warsaw to defend it. Before the city fell, Marek and some of his comrades were able to escape and make it to soviet lines. Thinking them the lesser of the two evils. Marek spent two years in a Prisoner of War camp. Then, now a shadow of his former-self. He was asked to join a forming Polish division. Marek, his spirits risen, quickly agreed. He was then taken out of the POW camp and sent with many other Poles to begin their training with the British.
Military Rank:
Corporal
Writing Sample:
"Marek! Get down!" Yelled a Sergeant. Marek dropped behind a boulder, as German rifle rounds whizzed by overhead. He watched as they kicked-up dirt behind his rock. The Germans had launched a massive counter-attack and Marek's squad had been caught in the thick of it. "Set-up the Bren!" Shouted the same Sergeant. The Bren-gunner nodded and began his work. "Gimme some suppressive fire while I get into position!" "Alright!" Answered Marek, as he popped from behind the rock to shoot at the first thing he saw that moved. He pulled himself back behind the rock, then pulled the bolt of his rifle and pushed it forward to load another round before he took another shot. Seeing the machinegun was set-up Marek decided it would be best for his health if he stayed behind the boulder. Then the Bren let loose a roar and a stream of bullets at the advancing Germans. But one Bren even with help from the rest of the squads rifles, was not enough to stop almost a full company. Marek worried their squad would soon be overrun. Then things went from bad to worse.
Their squad-leader collapsed to his knees with a cry of pain. Marek rushed to his side, to see a bloody hole in the Sergeants neck. "Jerry's getting closer!" Yelled the Bren-gunner. Then the sergeant started coughing-up blood. Having no medical training Marek felt painfully helpless to just watch his squad-leader die. "Damn, we're in a tight spot!" Shouted another soldier. Marek, wheezed the Sergeant. Get them out alive. That was the last he said before coughing one more time. Then he died. Some might say that it wouldn't have been wrong for Marek to envy him then, but he didn't. There were other things on his mind. I'm almost out of ammo! Cried the Bren-gunner. Now there was even more. The Germans were now a few meters away, keeping up their fire at the defenders. "Lewis, take all men but the Bren-gunner... and take them to last house we came to... and... set-up to defend it. Marek tried to sound calm, but his inefficiency in the English language didn't help that. Lewis nodded and motioned for the others to follow him. They followed him and were soon dodging bullets as they tried to fall back to the house. "Fire your last rounds... and... go back with others, I will cover you. Marek shouted to the Bren-gunner over the din of battle. With one last squeeze of the trigger the Bren was empty. "You sure mate? Replied the Bren-gunner as he picked-up his weapon, and moved behind the boulder. "I will be alright, GO!" The gunner nodded before he cautiously began to follow the others. After taking a few shots at the ever-closer Germans, he began to fall back himself. Slower, turning back to shoot every few seconds. The Germans realizing their advantage had rushed and taken cover from the boulder as they fired. Marek was soon running for his life to the door of the house, when he reached it flung the door open and rushed inside. "We must hold-on here!
Name:
Marek Adamski
Nationality:
Polish
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?:
UK
Character History:
Marek Adamski was born September 1st 1919 in the city of Poznan, ironically only twenty years before his country would be attacked at the start of the Second World War. He was the only child of Filip and Waclawa Adamski. His hair was a light brown with blue eyes, he was of average height. During his early childhood until 1923 his family lived very nearly in poverty. Living in a small one room house at the edge of Poznan. His father was able to make enough money for them doing odd-jobs here and there, to make it through the hard times of Poland's early existence. By early 1924 his father was able to buy an old bakery in bad shape, closer in the city for a good price. As some of the the bakery equipment was still left in the building his father Filip decided to enter the bakery business. But even after selling their old house for a very low price they had only a small amount of money left to use. Even so, their small business was a success. Earning them enough money to pay to send Marek to school from age seven to sixteen.
As tensions between Germany and Poland began to rise, Marek decided to join the Polish Army. He was determined to be ready to fight if Poland was attacked. So against the wishes of his mother and the support of his father, Marek joined the Polish Army December 30th 1938. During his training Marek decided, with the encouragement of a friend doing so as well, to sign-up for the cavalry. After successfully completing his cavalry training, Marek was placed in the Podolska Cavalry Brigade of the Poznan Army. Then, September 1st 1939, Germany invaded Poland. In the beginning his unit was not engaged in combat, but on September 9th his unit was thrust into combat at the Battle of Bzura. At first it seemed like it would be successful, but German counterattacks caused the attack to falter. Some units were able to fight their way to the capital city Warsaw to defend it. Before the city fell, Marek and some of his comrades were able to escape and make it to soviet lines. Thinking them the lesser of the two evils. Marek spent two years in a Prisoner of War camp. Then, now a shadow of his former-self. He was asked to join a forming Polish division. Marek, his spirits risen, quickly agreed. He was then taken out of the POW camp and sent with many other Poles to begin their training with the British.
Military Rank:
Corporal
Writing Sample:
"Marek! Get down!" Yelled a Sergeant. Marek dropped behind a boulder, as German rifle rounds whizzed by overhead. He watched as they kicked-up dirt behind his rock. The Germans had launched a massive counter-attack and Marek's squad had been caught in the thick of it. "Set-up the Bren!" Shouted the same Sergeant. The Bren-gunner nodded and began his work. "Gimme some suppressive fire while I get into position!" "Alright!" Answered Marek, as he popped from behind the rock to shoot at the first thing he saw that moved. He pulled himself back behind the rock, then pulled the bolt of his rifle and pushed it forward to load another round before he took another shot. Seeing the machinegun was set-up Marek decided it would be best for his health if he stayed behind the boulder. Then the Bren let loose a roar and a stream of bullets at the advancing Germans. But one Bren even with help from the rest of the squads rifles, was not enough to stop almost a full company. Marek worried their squad would soon be overrun. Then things went from bad to worse.
Their squad-leader collapsed to his knees with a cry of pain. Marek rushed to his side, to see a bloody hole in the Sergeants neck. "Jerry's getting closer!" Yelled the Bren-gunner. Then the sergeant started coughing-up blood. Having no medical training Marek felt painfully helpless to just watch his squad-leader die. "Damn, we're in a tight spot!" Shouted another soldier. Marek, wheezed the Sergeant. Get them out alive. That was the last he said before coughing one more time. Then he died. Some might say that it wouldn't have been wrong for Marek to envy him then, but he didn't. There were other things on his mind. I'm almost out of ammo! Cried the Bren-gunner. Now there was even more. The Germans were now a few meters away, keeping up their fire at the defenders. "Lewis, take all men but the Bren-gunner... and take them to last house we came to... and... set-up to defend it. Marek tried to sound calm, but his inefficiency in the English language didn't help that. Lewis nodded and motioned for the others to follow him. They followed him and were soon dodging bullets as they tried to fall back to the house. "Fire your last rounds... and... go back with others, I will cover you. Marek shouted to the Bren-gunner over the din of battle. With one last squeeze of the trigger the Bren was empty. "You sure mate? Replied the Bren-gunner as he picked-up his weapon, and moved behind the boulder. "I will be alright, GO!" The gunner nodded before he cautiously began to follow the others. After taking a few shots at the ever-closer Germans, he began to fall back himself. Slower, turning back to shoot every few seconds. The Germans realizing their advantage had rushed and taken cover from the boulder as they fired. Marek was soon running for his life to the door of the house, when he reached it flung the door open and rushed inside. "We must hold-on here!
