Post by Matthew B Ridgway on Jul 24, 2008 22:03:12 GMT
Denied;[/b]
If you hadn't of realised, Commissioned Officer ranks have been temporarily frozen. You can view the thread Here!
So your application has sadly been denied.
However, as to save you the trouble of writing another whole Bio. I'm more than happy to negotiate and give you the rank of Sergeant if you'd accept that?
~Danny[/color]
Account E-Mail:pen_turner@live.com
Name:Matthew B. Ridgway
Nationality:
-American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US
Character History:
- Fort Monroe, Virginia, graduated from Boston English High School, Boston, MA in 1912 and from the West Point, where he served as an Army Football Manager, in 1917, and was commissioned a Second Lieutenant in the U.S. Army.When he completed the company officers' course at the United States Army Infantry School in Fort Benning, Georgia, he was given command of the 15 Infantry.....
Military Rank:
- Captain
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… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Ridge way was fed up with this, he had felt like he was being followed for the last few aggravating miles. He was having a panic attack. He was paranoid as hell after the time he got followed by some krauts all the way back to the base until someone else noticed them. He decided he was gonna have to check it out. He had a plan, he ducked into some high bushes. Ridgway took off his sweat filled helmet, he stuck it on top of the bushes and set his jacket up there too. He then snuck his way around out of the bushes to a higher point to of where he could see where he had left his stuff. Sure enough after a couple minutes a kraut emerged from the midst of a nearby timber patch. He slowly eased his way to where he had left his stuff. Then when he reached it he was stunned to find there was no one there. He took a short look around the area then jerked around to the sound of a bolt closing on a gun. Ridgway showed a dirty smirk then fearlessly pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through the skull of the Kraut ans his knees fell out from under him as he fell to the ground.Then Ridgway grabbed his shirt and sweat stained helmet and set off toward the frontlines, finally without the feeling of being followed.
If you hadn't of realised, Commissioned Officer ranks have been temporarily frozen. You can view the thread Here!
So your application has sadly been denied.
However, as to save you the trouble of writing another whole Bio. I'm more than happy to negotiate and give you the rank of Sergeant if you'd accept that?
~Danny[/color]
Account E-Mail:pen_turner@live.com
Name:Matthew B. Ridgway
Nationality:
-American
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK or US: US
Character History:
- Fort Monroe, Virginia, graduated from Boston English High School, Boston, MA in 1912 and from the West Point, where he served as an Army Football Manager, in 1917, and was commissioned a Second Lieutenant in the U.S. Army.When he completed the company officers' course at the United States Army Infantry School in Fort Benning, Georgia, he was given command of the 15 Infantry.....
Military Rank:
- Captain
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… (How does your character React? What’s running through their mind?)
Ridge way was fed up with this, he had felt like he was being followed for the last few aggravating miles. He was having a panic attack. He was paranoid as hell after the time he got followed by some krauts all the way back to the base until someone else noticed them. He decided he was gonna have to check it out. He had a plan, he ducked into some high bushes. Ridgway took off his sweat filled helmet, he stuck it on top of the bushes and set his jacket up there too. He then snuck his way around out of the bushes to a higher point to of where he could see where he had left his stuff. Sure enough after a couple minutes a kraut emerged from the midst of a nearby timber patch. He slowly eased his way to where he had left his stuff. Then when he reached it he was stunned to find there was no one there. He took a short look around the area then jerked around to the sound of a bolt closing on a gun. Ridgway showed a dirty smirk then fearlessly pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through the skull of the Kraut ans his knees fell out from under him as he fell to the ground.Then Ridgway grabbed his shirt and sweat stained helmet and set off toward the frontlines, finally without the feeling of being followed.