Post by Michael Brooks on Dec 16, 2011 5:05:12 GMT
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Name:
Scott Evans
Nationality:
American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
On May 10th 1918, there was born to John and Martha Evans, a red-haired boy they named Scott. John had been an officer in the US Army during the Great-War. His grandfather and great-grandfather were also US Army officers. This heritage continued back until the family emigrated in the early 1700s. When the First World War ended, Scott's father went back home to his family in Sparta Tennessee. His family's military heritage was pressed upon Scott from a young age. However, he was not disappointed, in fact he was proud of this. Often telling those he met about his family's history. In school he showed excellence in most subjects. Even so, he often showed his distaste for school. From skipping lessons and running around the woods with his friends, to writing on the black-board when the teacher was away.
Scott was a tall, lanky individual. He had dark red-hair and brown eyes. He was of average build, not being particularly muscular, but still having average strength for his size. He was also a dare-devil. He accepted every dare given to him, such as eating a worm recently found in the grass. Later in life even racing his parent's car as fast as it could go down a long road with a friend. This earned him little respect from the local female population, but not being much of a ladies’ man ever in life this didn’t bother Scott much. Boys on the other hand, seemed to follow him every where. Always waiting for him to pull another crazy stunt. His one sibling, a younger brother named Matthew, was always at his side. Though not participating in the more outrageous events.
When the stock-market crashed, signaling the beginning of the Great Depression, Scott was still too young to fully understand what was going on. His father had kept enough money in savings for the depression to not effect the family too much. Both of the boys able to keep going to school. In 1935 when Scott was 17, he left home looking for work. However, work was not truly his main objective. His true purpose was to look more for an adventure rather than work. So for a year he lived the life of hobo, sleeping outdoors most nights, and finding odd jobs around towns during the day. After a year Scott decided to return home now that the Great Depression was loosening its grip on America.
After his return home, Scott decided to use the money he had saved to help pay for college. At age 18 he was accepted into East Tennessee State University. There he majored in history. During Scott’s second year at college he met a Mary Reed. It was her first year at the college and Scott readily agreed to show her around the area. He had fallen in love with her the moment he saw her. The following year Mary took him to meat her parents, who lived in Bristol Tennessee. At first the visit didn't go very well. Scott was on his best behavior but Mary's family still didn't seem to like him much. Over time though, they grew to love him like a member of the family. Soon after Scott finished college, the two were married.
Both his and Mary's time in college now over, Scott moved back to Sparta with his wife. There they lived peacefully, until Pearl Harbor was attacked. After that Scott knew it was time for him join the Army. He said his good-byes and left for training. He was assigned as a Second Lieutenant in the Infantry. Though he was disappointed to leave behind his wife, Army life appealed to him most for the adventure it promised him, and that he would be able to lead men in combat to victory over an evil enemy. Even so, his father had, from a young, pressed upon him the fact that war was a dirty business. One day Scott found someone who was recruiting men paratrooper training. The man hadn't even finished speaking before Scott was signing papers. Jump-out of a plane, high risk missions, and extra pay. Was all Scott needed to hear.
Within days he was on his way to train for his new profession. The training was rigorous but for Scott it was all a dream come true. After it had been completed he was assigned to Company K, 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division. They were then sent to Africa to begin training for Operation Husky, the invasion of Sicily.
Military Rank:
Second Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
The C-47 rumbled as flak exploded around it, shaking the men inside. Then came the signal for the troops to get ready to jump. They stood-up and began the jump procedure. Hooking up and checking their equipment. They sounded off, then came the signal to jump. More flak burst around the plane, spreading their black fingers out to the plane. Scott was first to go. As he readied himself at the door, the flak found its mark. The plane shuddered violently, some men fell down. The C-47, its right wing on fire, began to loose altitude rapidly. "You know what to do if I don't make it out." Yelled the Captain, standing next to the door ready to give Scott the signal to jump. Scott nodded as more flak burst around the plane. "Go! Go! Go!" Shouted the Captain, patting Scott on the back for his signal to jump. The icy wind met his body as he jumped out of the burning plane. 1... 2... 3... 4... Scott counted in his head. At the number four he was jerked upward from falling. His parachute had opened, and the Invasion of Normandy had begun.
As he fell Scott looked around him, the sky was filled with paratroopers and C-47s. Then he began to look desperately around his transport. Moving his head to look above him, Scott found his plane, plummeting to the ground. Only five other soldiers had made it out in-time. As he drifted downward France came rushing up to meet him. Soon, Scott was on French soil, pulling off his parachute. As he dropped it two of his soldiers came running towards him. "Sir, there's three other guys back that way." The soldier pointed to Scott's right. "One of 'em hurt his self real bad when he landed." "Well then," said Scott, "we better go find them. Lead me to 'em."
"They should be right around this bend, in the woods." Said one the Privates as the trio came to a bend in the road they were on. The other side was obscured by foliage. He was wrong. Instead there was a column of Germans, about squad size marching towards them. "Ge' down!" Whispered Scott. It was to late. The lead soldier had seen them, he shouted. "Achtung!" Then something else as his men scrambled for their weapons. Scott wasn't about to waste his chance. "Open fire!" Scott yelled, as he squeezed the trigger of his M1-Carbine. His soldiers did the same, and within moments two Germans were killed. A few seconds later and another German was felled. Then things started going wrong. "Argh!" moaned the solider on Scott's right. A quick glance showed him that the man was dead. "Get up, and run for it." Scott said calmly. "What?" Asked the soldier. "Go!" The Private jumped-up and ran, quickly making it out of the German's line of sight. Emptying the last two rounds of his weapons ammo, he followed him back the way they had come.
Reloading a weapon while running is never a very easy thing to do. But that was exactly what Scott was had to do as he and his partner ran for their lives. The German fire was coming far to close for comfort. Just when all hope seemed lost, they saw a wall. "Quick!" Panted Scott. "Over the wall!" The two men quickly scrambled over the wall. "Shoot the Germans if they try and follow over." Moments later the Germans did just that. Scott and the Private quickly opened fire on them, killing one and wounding another. The enemy soldiers quickly decided it best for their safety if they found another way. They were soon heard running of to the two Americans' left.
"Before they get back we've got to get out!" Scott whispered to the Private. "I think so to." He whispered back. Scott moved to a crouching position. The wall seemed to go on for quite awhile, but in the distance he could just make out a group of people climbing the wall. He knew immediately that it was the Germans. "Hurry!" Said Scott, more than just a whisper this time. The two immediately jumped-up and started running along the wall to their right. Scott turned back, and let loose three rounds at the Germans, inaccurate, but it was better than doing nothing in Scott's mind. Soon they were far enough away from the Germans to climb back over the wall. Scott stopped the other Soldier and told him of this. Soon, they were both climbing over the wall again. When they had jumped over it, Scott remembered something he had almost forgotten during the chase. "We've got to find those other soldiers!"
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 really don't remember...
Name:
Scott Evans
Nationality:
American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
US
Character History:
On May 10th 1918, there was born to John and Martha Evans, a red-haired boy they named Scott. John had been an officer in the US Army during the Great-War. His grandfather and great-grandfather were also US Army officers. This heritage continued back until the family emigrated in the early 1700s. When the First World War ended, Scott's father went back home to his family in Sparta Tennessee. His family's military heritage was pressed upon Scott from a young age. However, he was not disappointed, in fact he was proud of this. Often telling those he met about his family's history. In school he showed excellence in most subjects. Even so, he often showed his distaste for school. From skipping lessons and running around the woods with his friends, to writing on the black-board when the teacher was away.
Scott was a tall, lanky individual. He had dark red-hair and brown eyes. He was of average build, not being particularly muscular, but still having average strength for his size. He was also a dare-devil. He accepted every dare given to him, such as eating a worm recently found in the grass. Later in life even racing his parent's car as fast as it could go down a long road with a friend. This earned him little respect from the local female population, but not being much of a ladies’ man ever in life this didn’t bother Scott much. Boys on the other hand, seemed to follow him every where. Always waiting for him to pull another crazy stunt. His one sibling, a younger brother named Matthew, was always at his side. Though not participating in the more outrageous events.
When the stock-market crashed, signaling the beginning of the Great Depression, Scott was still too young to fully understand what was going on. His father had kept enough money in savings for the depression to not effect the family too much. Both of the boys able to keep going to school. In 1935 when Scott was 17, he left home looking for work. However, work was not truly his main objective. His true purpose was to look more for an adventure rather than work. So for a year he lived the life of hobo, sleeping outdoors most nights, and finding odd jobs around towns during the day. After a year Scott decided to return home now that the Great Depression was loosening its grip on America.
After his return home, Scott decided to use the money he had saved to help pay for college. At age 18 he was accepted into East Tennessee State University. There he majored in history. During Scott’s second year at college he met a Mary Reed. It was her first year at the college and Scott readily agreed to show her around the area. He had fallen in love with her the moment he saw her. The following year Mary took him to meat her parents, who lived in Bristol Tennessee. At first the visit didn't go very well. Scott was on his best behavior but Mary's family still didn't seem to like him much. Over time though, they grew to love him like a member of the family. Soon after Scott finished college, the two were married.
Both his and Mary's time in college now over, Scott moved back to Sparta with his wife. There they lived peacefully, until Pearl Harbor was attacked. After that Scott knew it was time for him join the Army. He said his good-byes and left for training. He was assigned as a Second Lieutenant in the Infantry. Though he was disappointed to leave behind his wife, Army life appealed to him most for the adventure it promised him, and that he would be able to lead men in combat to victory over an evil enemy. Even so, his father had, from a young, pressed upon him the fact that war was a dirty business. One day Scott found someone who was recruiting men paratrooper training. The man hadn't even finished speaking before Scott was signing papers. Jump-out of a plane, high risk missions, and extra pay. Was all Scott needed to hear.
Within days he was on his way to train for his new profession. The training was rigorous but for Scott it was all a dream come true. After it had been completed he was assigned to Company K, 505th Parachute Infantry Regiment, 82nd Airborne Division. They were then sent to Africa to begin training for Operation Husky, the invasion of Sicily.
Military Rank:
Second Lieutenant
Writing Sample:
The C-47 rumbled as flak exploded around it, shaking the men inside. Then came the signal for the troops to get ready to jump. They stood-up and began the jump procedure. Hooking up and checking their equipment. They sounded off, then came the signal to jump. More flak burst around the plane, spreading their black fingers out to the plane. Scott was first to go. As he readied himself at the door, the flak found its mark. The plane shuddered violently, some men fell down. The C-47, its right wing on fire, began to loose altitude rapidly. "You know what to do if I don't make it out." Yelled the Captain, standing next to the door ready to give Scott the signal to jump. Scott nodded as more flak burst around the plane. "Go! Go! Go!" Shouted the Captain, patting Scott on the back for his signal to jump. The icy wind met his body as he jumped out of the burning plane. 1... 2... 3... 4... Scott counted in his head. At the number four he was jerked upward from falling. His parachute had opened, and the Invasion of Normandy had begun.
As he fell Scott looked around him, the sky was filled with paratroopers and C-47s. Then he began to look desperately around his transport. Moving his head to look above him, Scott found his plane, plummeting to the ground. Only five other soldiers had made it out in-time. As he drifted downward France came rushing up to meet him. Soon, Scott was on French soil, pulling off his parachute. As he dropped it two of his soldiers came running towards him. "Sir, there's three other guys back that way." The soldier pointed to Scott's right. "One of 'em hurt his self real bad when he landed." "Well then," said Scott, "we better go find them. Lead me to 'em."
"They should be right around this bend, in the woods." Said one the Privates as the trio came to a bend in the road they were on. The other side was obscured by foliage. He was wrong. Instead there was a column of Germans, about squad size marching towards them. "Ge' down!" Whispered Scott. It was to late. The lead soldier had seen them, he shouted. "Achtung!" Then something else as his men scrambled for their weapons. Scott wasn't about to waste his chance. "Open fire!" Scott yelled, as he squeezed the trigger of his M1-Carbine. His soldiers did the same, and within moments two Germans were killed. A few seconds later and another German was felled. Then things started going wrong. "Argh!" moaned the solider on Scott's right. A quick glance showed him that the man was dead. "Get up, and run for it." Scott said calmly. "What?" Asked the soldier. "Go!" The Private jumped-up and ran, quickly making it out of the German's line of sight. Emptying the last two rounds of his weapons ammo, he followed him back the way they had come.
Reloading a weapon while running is never a very easy thing to do. But that was exactly what Scott was had to do as he and his partner ran for their lives. The German fire was coming far to close for comfort. Just when all hope seemed lost, they saw a wall. "Quick!" Panted Scott. "Over the wall!" The two men quickly scrambled over the wall. "Shoot the Germans if they try and follow over." Moments later the Germans did just that. Scott and the Private quickly opened fire on them, killing one and wounding another. The enemy soldiers quickly decided it best for their safety if they found another way. They were soon heard running of to the two Americans' left.
"Before they get back we've got to get out!" Scott whispered to the Private. "I think so to." He whispered back. Scott moved to a crouching position. The wall seemed to go on for quite awhile, but in the distance he could just make out a group of people climbing the wall. He knew immediately that it was the Germans. "Hurry!" Said Scott, more than just a whisper this time. The two immediately jumped-up and started running along the wall to their right. Scott turned back, and let loose three rounds at the Germans, inaccurate, but it was better than doing nothing in Scott's mind. Soon they were far enough away from the Germans to climb back over the wall. Scott stopped the other Soldier and told him of this. Soon, they were both climbing over the wall again. When they had jumped over it, Scott remembered something he had almost forgotten during the chase. "We've got to find those other soldiers!"
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 really don't remember...
