Post by Max Dobly on Aug 12, 2008 9:58:59 GMT
Accepted. Much better than your last application. But, you can't say you already have a medal. You have to earn them yourself.
~Dan
OOC: Sorry about my last Application I was tired so this one will be better!
Account E-Mail: Adampayne@btinternet.co.uk
Name:Max Dobly
Nationality:
British
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
Max Dobly was born on the second of August 1915 to a common family. His father was a soldier who had fought in the First World War and his mother worked in a shop.
Life had been hard for him as often his family would struggle to have money for food. He had spent most of his childhood living in Cardiff and attended Witchurch High School.
But at the age of fifteen he ran away from home taking what little money his parents had with him. He arrived at Merthyr Tydfil and lived on the streets there stealing the money he needed. until the war broke out in 1939 and seeing his chance to earn some money he joined up as a Private in the Desert Rats.
He began the War in North Africa and after many bloody battles he was awarded a Military Cross for rescuing his wounded Commanding Officer under fire. He was later called back to Britain and would later take part in the D Day landing after being reassigned to the Royal Welsh Fusiliers.
Military Rank:
Private
Writing Sample:
Bullets ripped through the fuselage killing many men instantly. Max covered his ears in a fruitless attempt to block out the screams of the dying and wounded. He could just hear the two pilots shouting furiously into their radios signaling that we were going down. After some more painfully long seconds the plane began a terrifying nose dive towards the ground below.
Max awoke to the smell of rotting flesh he opened his eyes which stung horribly. All around him he could see the corpses of his Company scattered across the hillside.
He limped his way towards the fuselage and reached in through the shattered windscreen he cut his rist on the sharp glass but hardly noticed. He pulled a radio towards him and lifted the receiver. He attempted to inform command that the mission had failed and he needed evacuation when he head footsteps nearing towards him.
He span on his heel and fired a shot that pierced the Germans chest. He began moving slowly around to the other side of the plane hoping to hide there. Suddenly five SS burst from the trees armed with MP40s all Max could do was putt his hands in the air.
~Dan
OOC: Sorry about my last Application I was tired so this one will be better!
Account E-Mail: Adampayne@btinternet.co.uk
Name:Max Dobly
Nationality:
British
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
UK
Character History:
Max Dobly was born on the second of August 1915 to a common family. His father was a soldier who had fought in the First World War and his mother worked in a shop.
Life had been hard for him as often his family would struggle to have money for food. He had spent most of his childhood living in Cardiff and attended Witchurch High School.
But at the age of fifteen he ran away from home taking what little money his parents had with him. He arrived at Merthyr Tydfil and lived on the streets there stealing the money he needed. until the war broke out in 1939 and seeing his chance to earn some money he joined up as a Private in the Desert Rats.
He began the War in North Africa and after many bloody battles he was awarded a Military Cross for rescuing his wounded Commanding Officer under fire. He was later called back to Britain and would later take part in the D Day landing after being reassigned to the Royal Welsh Fusiliers.
Military Rank:
Private
Writing Sample:
Bullets ripped through the fuselage killing many men instantly. Max covered his ears in a fruitless attempt to block out the screams of the dying and wounded. He could just hear the two pilots shouting furiously into their radios signaling that we were going down. After some more painfully long seconds the plane began a terrifying nose dive towards the ground below.
Max awoke to the smell of rotting flesh he opened his eyes which stung horribly. All around him he could see the corpses of his Company scattered across the hillside.
He limped his way towards the fuselage and reached in through the shattered windscreen he cut his rist on the sharp glass but hardly noticed. He pulled a radio towards him and lifted the receiver. He attempted to inform command that the mission had failed and he needed evacuation when he head footsteps nearing towards him.
He span on his heel and fired a shot that pierced the Germans chest. He began moving slowly around to the other side of the plane hoping to hide there. Suddenly five SS burst from the trees armed with MP40s all Max could do was putt his hands in the air.