Post by guest on Jan 8, 2012 16:30:25 GMT
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Christopher Chase:
US Army:
Character's History:
Chris was born in a small town near the Delaware Water Gap on the Jersey side. His favorite sports were skiing in the frigid months of winter, motorcycling and swimming the river in the accomodating summer. The mountains afforded the choice of recreation for these sports. He graduated High School then enlisted in the army rather than bear another 4 years of study in college. Chris was not one for studying, even though he was intelligent, he considered himself self taught. Raised by loving parents, although his father was strict and controlling, he approved of his son's enlistment, having been a veteran in WW1. His mother was the reluctant one, more concerned with the dangers of war and what her son could succumb to in the line of duty, as well as the horrors it inflicted on ones' psyche as bloody and torn casualties robbed the horizon. His father suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder waking in hot sweats from an uninvited night mare which increasingly intruded into his subconscious. Chris assured his mother he was strong and would not be subject to any negativity his enrollment may spill on his person. He was aware of what could happen to the human body in times of war, be it dismembered by mortar rounds, bullets ripping into organs, bones and muscle, fire and the crimson mist, the ultimate result of attack by those dreaded 88's. He had the same itch his father shared, a sacred patriotism to fight for his country against its foes, and would do his best to defend against the injustice of both Germany and Japan. By joining the paratroopers, inferring an air of excitement which twiched his fancy, marking his run in with them would be sooner than most recruits.[/b]
Rank: Corporal
Writing Sample:
The sound emanating from machine gun fire tweaked the young soldier into overdrive. In a trench molded by a mortar round barrage, bullets hailed over his head, hot lead seeking flesh, his helmet the only interference should one strike him. The barking of the Sergeant to stay down, whose orders were eagerly accepted, gave birth to a minute of sanity, sanctuary, and security. Their Lieutenant was killed by a stray bullet an hour ago leaving the non-com in charge. The hill then became overrun by the enemy, charging their perimeter. With a yell and a single hand clenched to his chest, the Sergeant went down, his uniform now bathed in blood. By sheer instinct, the Corporal yelled at the remainder of the platoon to keep their ground. His hand gesture gravitating to the ground was clear enough. Chris then yelled, "Fire!" l initiating a series of small arms fire cutting down a column of charging Krauts. Chris had to keep heavy fire on the encroaching Germans for two reasons, one to break their morale so they would retreat, and two to give him and his men opportunity to evacuate the area by clearing their lines. His ploy worked. The Germans retraced their steps. The Corporal then waved his arm over as a physical means to follow him to the woods with better cover. The canopy of trees seemed a click away for a battle fatigued soldier, but they were only a quarter a mile away, with each man rolling to a stop to return fire as they went back on the defensive to gain ground from certain suicide waiting for reinforcements.[/b]
Hautt pointed me here to this proboard:
Christopher Chase:
US Army:
Character's History:
Chris was born in a small town near the Delaware Water Gap on the Jersey side. His favorite sports were skiing in the frigid months of winter, motorcycling and swimming the river in the accomodating summer. The mountains afforded the choice of recreation for these sports. He graduated High School then enlisted in the army rather than bear another 4 years of study in college. Chris was not one for studying, even though he was intelligent, he considered himself self taught. Raised by loving parents, although his father was strict and controlling, he approved of his son's enlistment, having been a veteran in WW1. His mother was the reluctant one, more concerned with the dangers of war and what her son could succumb to in the line of duty, as well as the horrors it inflicted on ones' psyche as bloody and torn casualties robbed the horizon. His father suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder waking in hot sweats from an uninvited night mare which increasingly intruded into his subconscious. Chris assured his mother he was strong and would not be subject to any negativity his enrollment may spill on his person. He was aware of what could happen to the human body in times of war, be it dismembered by mortar rounds, bullets ripping into organs, bones and muscle, fire and the crimson mist, the ultimate result of attack by those dreaded 88's. He had the same itch his father shared, a sacred patriotism to fight for his country against its foes, and would do his best to defend against the injustice of both Germany and Japan. By joining the paratroopers, inferring an air of excitement which twiched his fancy, marking his run in with them would be sooner than most recruits.[/b]
Rank: Corporal
Writing Sample:
The sound emanating from machine gun fire tweaked the young soldier into overdrive. In a trench molded by a mortar round barrage, bullets hailed over his head, hot lead seeking flesh, his helmet the only interference should one strike him. The barking of the Sergeant to stay down, whose orders were eagerly accepted, gave birth to a minute of sanity, sanctuary, and security. Their Lieutenant was killed by a stray bullet an hour ago leaving the non-com in charge. The hill then became overrun by the enemy, charging their perimeter. With a yell and a single hand clenched to his chest, the Sergeant went down, his uniform now bathed in blood. By sheer instinct, the Corporal yelled at the remainder of the platoon to keep their ground. His hand gesture gravitating to the ground was clear enough. Chris then yelled, "Fire!" l initiating a series of small arms fire cutting down a column of charging Krauts. Chris had to keep heavy fire on the encroaching Germans for two reasons, one to break their morale so they would retreat, and two to give him and his men opportunity to evacuate the area by clearing their lines. His ploy worked. The Germans retraced their steps. The Corporal then waved his arm over as a physical means to follow him to the woods with better cover. The canopy of trees seemed a click away for a battle fatigued soldier, but they were only a quarter a mile away, with each man rolling to a stop to return fire as they went back on the defensive to gain ground from certain suicide waiting for reinforcements.[/b]
Hautt pointed me here to this proboard:
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