Lind Schnieder Application

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Username: lind
Character Name: Lind Schneider
Rank: Sturmbannführer (Major)
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : Nazi/German Army
Nationality: American
Character History:

The French Foreign Legion does not ask questions about one’s past. A 31 year old walked through the gates of the training grounds in 1946. Many other German soldiers were there, including a group who served in Task Force S, the German secret fighting force. The commander was Lind Theoveld Schneider, a high achieving German officer from the world war. No one asked about his history when he joined the Legion, except for his new commander. This commander was an officer who served in the German SS in Russia. The man had gained respect from many men, including Wehrmacht men. The commander operated on the principle of fear into the enemy through force. He was the man who created Task Force S, and placed Lind in charge, though it was a Wehrmacht unit, it was there to prove that the Wehrmacht were equally as strong as the SS.

On that evening, the man had asked Lind to tell his life story to the men, so they could better understand one another. Lind was the final one to go. His story lasted the longest of all the soldiers. Whether it was the detail into it, or just the amount of things that had happened to him in his life mystified all the listeners, even French soldiers came to listen.

His story started on his birth date of March 4, 1915, in the city of Berlin. It was the night that would never leave his memory because it was also the night that he first saw and last saw his mother. His father was a high ranking man in the country. Very classy with the look of fine to it, this family had obviously not suffered much during or after the Great War. His father had been having an affair with one of the maids of the house, resulting in the birth of Lind. That same night, his father took him in, and sent the maid away to another house. His “mother had found out that night, and left his father, the day after; leaving only Lind, his brother, and his father, in a house full of their servants. He had an older brother who was a year older than him. Lind was alone most of his childhood, which gave him much time to wander around the house. He stumbled upon the library one day at the age of four, and started to read a book. This inspired him to read more and more. The maid that was in charge of caring for him, liked to see him doing this. His knowledge spread as he just pulled off books and read them. No matter what they were, he just read. He came upon a book one day of the family tree, and other information. He began reading to learn about the family’s history. He learned that the men and women of the house were all Aryan.

One evening, Lind asked his father what an Aryan was, his father replying the perfect person. Lind’s brother, Georg, was an Aryan, his father said at the end. This sent Lind to look what an Aryan was, saddened when he found the results of it being someone who is blonde haired, and blue/green eyed. Lind learned at this point that his father never had really loved him. Causing him to mature greatly because he continued on his days with the maid he knew. Upon reaching the age of 10, a teacher was coming to the house to teach Lind all the basics of schooling. Within the first day Lind had already corrected the teacher and had him frustrated. This caused his father to be angry with him, and told him to listen to the teacher. Which Lind did, out of spite for his father, so that he may one day be smarter than him. He listened to the teacher speak about things that he learned upon hearing. Following when the teaching time was up, his father started to teach him about table etiquette, something he would have to know in the future.

With his knowledge spreading he started studying other languages, from books his maid brought him. He had been learning English; a language that his father hated because it was the English speakers that took his business from him. Soon though he had learned the language, and at the age of sixteen his father had started teaching him things to follow his brother in.

Another thing that he got was his time to now participate in his father’s parties with all the families. He had learned dancing with his maid. At the parties he would become the pride of the family with his knowledge and sincerity to all. Also, his ability to dance with anyone, like his father wanted him too. This lead to his brother becoming the one to be pressured with responsibility, enough had driven him to hate Lind, simply for being there. At the end of one of the parties he threw a punch at Lind, knocking him to the floor. Stating that no bastard like you will become the family heir, which set Lind on a rampage to attack him. Their father came in and saw Lind attacking his brother. This was the last straw for it, and their father sent Lind to a boarding school.

At the age of eighteen he graduated from this school and left to start his own life. He went to a college and started studying law. Within the next few years he had graduated as the first of the class. He had become a lawyer, but not before war broke out. Nearing the age of twenty-four the war had started, and he following his countrymen, joined the war effort as a soldier. Do to his family he was put in as the rank of Leutenat. He led a group of soldiers across Poland invading and conquering. His next assignment, was Holland and Belgium which he helped in the conquering of. He was then sent in the year 1940 to France, and then to North Africa. On the tour he was finally acknowledged by an SS officer he met by the name of Friedrich Staufen, whom put in a word to the Wehrmacht to create a special unit under this man’s control. In the training of the unit, Lind was promoted to Captain, and moved the unit out to Stalingrad where they were fighting the Russians.

During the fighting, the special group decided to leave the encirclement. The group broke through the line while destroying most things in their path. The soldiers made it back to the German line. This brought their name to be known to the leaders of the country. With this they were moved around a lot, fighting different forces. The task force held out for the duration of the war until being surrounded on a farm by the Russian military. Which by this time Lind had been promoted to Major. The group then broke free and went to the Americans to surrender. Following that, the soldiers listened to Lind’s reason for wanting to go to the French, for the expected war in Southeast Asia.

The soldiers were mystified by this story and learned a lot about their new commander.

Writing Sample:

OOC:Hopefully my translations are okay since I am using my own knowledge of German. Also, I am using the coding that I put in myself. Also, this is just my own RPG sample, my own topic.

“Kommandant. Wir büßen dem Krieg ein.“ the saluting soldier said to the officer who was standing over a map. Large amounts of red figurines were standing around five greenish-gray pieces, three of which were pushed over. “Karl. Wir dürfen dem Kreig haben einbüßen. Aber den Mut sinkt nicht lassen machen.” the hunched over man said while knocking over another greenish-gray piece. „Karl shickt gruppe zwei hier. Auch gruppen vier und fünf.“ The man said silently as he looked intently at the map on the table, as though he was expecting something to appear. „Kommandant. Gruppen vier und fünf sind zerstört.“Karl said quietly to the man sitting at the table. Not trying to anger him. Without a sound the man stood up. “Wir werden zu die Reußin nicht aushändigen. Wir werden mit gruppe zwei gehen. Wir werden Frankreich gehen.” The commander said after standing up. The small lamp in the room showed the face of a young man who had obviously seen a lot of things that no ordinary person had seen. His eyes were a very brown color, connecting well with his black hair. With lights you could tell he was not the ordinary Wehrmacht commander.

Without hesitation of his commander Karl started to leave when artillery rounds started to hit around the building. The commander looked at the stunned man, standing still with a look of a man who was used to having this happen. “Karl, losen wir gehen.” The commander said as he continued walking. “Jawul.” Karl said and continued walking. The doors were shaking and pieces of debris started falling as the two walked outside of the building. Where a group of infantry were waiting. The men were covered with mud and smoking. Upon seeing their commander they threw away their cigarettes and prepared for what was to come.

Why is it that despite having come this far, we are stopped by a military that can’t fight against a bunch of farmers without losing hundreds of tanks. Oh, why couldn’t we have lost to the Americans? Well, that doesn’t matter, we are going to send these Russians back to their red hell. the commander thought to himself as he walked forward to a box of weapons. He broke open the box and pulled out a MP-40. Without missing a beat he set the SMG up to a ready position. ”Soldaten, wir gehen zu Frankreich. Mitkommen.” He said aloud to the soldiers. With a look in their eyes, they already knew what was happening.

Artillery shells continued landing around the group. ”Wir beginnen umfassender Plan sechs-bay(6b).” The commander stated. The soldiers understood immediately what was happening. After the artillery stopped, the Russians would start attacking, but before that, there was a pause; a pause large enough for the soldiers to rush through the Russian line because of their weakness. The officer was standing tall waiting for the artillery to stop. Soon enough the thudding stopped in the air. The final explosions came around the house. A final shell hitting the house, demolishing it, signaled the soldiers to begin their movements.

The commander shouldered the MP-40 and opened fire as the soldiers started running, firing in all directions to fend off Russians. The soldiers were not stopping when they reached the Russian line. The commander threw a grenade into the midst. The explosion threw the entire group of preparing Russian soldiers into disarray. The commander led his men through the area, as quickly as possible. The Russians just stared in awe when they were being shot at. Only one person of the Russians was a sniper. The sniper fired a single shot; the ring was heard by the charging Germans. Without looking back the men kept running forward.

The speed of soldiers should not be taken lightly because within a minute, the soldiers were through the Russian line. The men stopped running when they got to a place of good cover. They were down two men. One of them being Karl, the assistant to the commander; and the other was the assistant team leader of group two. With this having happened, the soldiers were in a mood of dismay.

“Mihael, wir mussen jetzt gehen. Der Reußen wird hier sind.” The commander said to the team leader of group two. The look in the sergeant’s eyes told the commander something. The soldier was wondering if they would make it to France alive. The commander looked back and gave him a reassuring look. “Losen wir gehen.” He stated as he slung the MP-40 over his shoulder. The group of soldiers had followed him throughout this entire war. Most of them were veterans from many battles. The last time they had nearly died was in Russia. The cold nearly froze them, but the commander never lost face and broke through the Stalingrad defenses with his group. Being the only survivors, the Russians were wondering who had led the forces to escape. No one knew the name but the Americans and British. It was this power of the commander that the soldiers realized. When an operation started, they were going through with it to the end.

As the commander kept walking the other soldiers got up, slinging their rifles over their shoulders. The ground was already shaking with the sound of the Russians finally regrouping with tanks. This gave the soldiers what they needed to continue on.

Later that night when darkness had finally taken over the sky the soldiers sat on the border of France. The soldiers stood exhausted. They had covered many miles from taking cars, and finding fast modes of transport. None of the other soldiers had died on the journey. The commander stood, looking out into the Allied camp. The American flag was flying above it. Well, at least it is not the Russians, the commander thought as he walked back to his men. ”Wir werden am Morgen gehen.” The commander stated to the soldiers sitting around him.

He then sat down to reminisce about everything before this day. The look on his face was that of dismay. The soldiers around him wondered what it was for. They knew he was not the man who cared if he lost a battle, nor a war for that matter. But the look on his face was one that they had not seen, so they knew not what was going through their commander’s head. But in reality, the commander was wondering how many people died so that he and his men (that were still alive) could live. He smiled at the thought that at least he might be able to send a few men back to their families. On that note he pulled out a notebook he carried with him. He opened the book slowly to the first page. A list of names, in rows, covered the page. The commander flipped another page and read more names. Upon getting to the sixth page, he pulled out a pen and wrote the names of the members of the other teams, along with the assistant team leader for group two. He finally wrote down the name of Karl Sturm, the man who had assisted him as his aid since 1944. One year since he had brought the man into his unit, at the age of 20, Karl was looking to assist the Reich until he saw what this group fought for. He became a large member of the group as their morale keeper. When he died, it hurt the commander to be writing his name in his book of death, as the men called it.

He started thinking when he realized the time of night. ”Männer,schlaft bis auf weiteres.“ he said to the men who started to close their eyes. The commander closed his eyes to sleep the night away, trying to muster the strength to surrender.

In the morning the soldiers woke up tired. The smell from the Americans’ breakfast was astounding to the men. The commander woke up and slung his MP-40 over his shoulder. He got fully dressed in the clothing he had with him. The man pulled out a white handkerchief that was in his pocket. With that the other soldiers picked up their equipment and started to follow their commander. The commander walked with pride in his step as he walked into the field towards the American camp.

Immediately the soldiers on guard noticed the soldiers walking towards the camp. They also noticed the waving white handkerchief. The soldiers started walking forward when the German soldiers met with them. The commander spoke in English to the soldiers, ”Americans, we are here to surrender.” The American sergeant responded, ”I will take you to the office to get you all checked out. To make sure that none of you have war crimes.” The commander brought his men with him into the American base. They still had their weapons, but when they came to the main building, they started taking off weapons and setting them against the wall. The commander kept his Luger, he had another intention for it.

When the German soldiers were handing their papers to the Americans, the one who took the commander’s papers was a Colonel, who upon reading the name pulled up a list. ”You are Major Lind Schneider. The commander of Germany’s Task Force S.“ the colonel said aloud. ”That is correct Colonel.” Lind responded. ”Well, I have heard a lot about you from my superiors. The only man capable of breaking through the defenses of Stalingrad; quite a damn feat you got. But, you know, it is my honor to accept your surrender.” the colonel stated. ”I am pleased that you have heard of my unit’s accomplishments. Also, I was wondering if you could send myself and my men to the French. A product of that would be my gift to you of my Luger.” Lind said to the colonel in front of him, as he unholstered his Luger, turning it towards the colonel so he could take it. ”Very well, that sounds good. John, take this men in a truck to the French camp.” Upon the colonel saying that he grabbed the Luger and walked out of the room as the men followed a corporal out to a truck.

Upon reaching the French camp the unit requested to join the French Foreign Legion.

Translations
„Kommandant. Wir büßen dem Krieg ein.“- Commander. We lost the war.
„Karl. Wir dürfen dem Kreig haben einbüßen. Aber den Mut sinkt nicht lassen machen.“- We may have lost the war. But don’t lose heart.
„Karl shickt gruppe zwei hier. Auch gruppen vier und fünf.“-Karl send group two here. Also groups four and five.
„Kommandant. Gruppen vier und fünf sind zerstört.“-Commander. Groups four and five are destroyed.
“Wir werden zu die Reußin nicht aushändigen. Wir werden mit gruppe zwei gehen. Wir werden zu Frankreich gehen.“- We will not surrender to the Russians. We will go with group two. We will go to France.
“Karl, losen wir gehen.“- Karl, let’s go.
“Jawul.”- Yessir.
„Soldaten, wir gehen zu Frankreich. Mitkommen“- Soldiers, we go to France. Come with.
„Wir beginnen umfassender Plan sechs-bay(6b).“-We begin with plan 6b.
„Mihael, wir mussen jetzt gehen. Der Reußen wird hier sind.“- Mihael, we must go now. The Russians will be here.
“Wir werden am Morgen gehen.“- We will go in the morning.
“Männer,schlaft bis auf weiteres.“- Men, sleep for the time being.

Approved/Denied?: Approved
Staff Notes:

After reviewing it once, then Reviewing it a Second time, I've grown to Like Lind, to an extent that an allied Pilot can like a German Special Forces Soldier.

So, therefore, I shall Approve this application.

Sieh Sie auf dem Schlachtfeld.

~Major Furey Campellone