John Sowerby - British

[John Sowerby]

Character Name: John Agars Sowerby
Rank: would like second Second Lieutenant but am easy if i have to be higher
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: English(British)
Character History:

John was born in Aberdeen, scotland and was brought up by his poor family. When he was 3 he and his family, who were originally English anyway, moved down to london. He was born in 1917 during WW1, he always aspired to be in the army but his heavy asthma stopped this dream. He was told that it could clear up but would be lucky if he did. He vowed that if it ever did then he would follow his dream of becomming a soilder. By the time relations between the Nazi party and other countrys in europe started to break down in the mid 1930s john had started to notice his asthma was getting better and by 1937 he was passed by an army docter and allowed to enlist in the 6th Division of the british army (he woudl go on to serve in the 1st and 6th Airborne Divisions). When war broke out in 1939 he was one of the first to be shipped too france. Up to this point on the 2 times he had been abroad with the army he had not seen action and, so far, never fired his gun in anger. He wondered weather this would be his chance to see action, to fight for king and country, to see if he could hack under fire. Little did he no the phrase "carefull what you wish for" would be stuck in the back of his mind for the next 5 years...

Writing Sample:

John felt the adrenalin rush around his body as he sprinted through the darkness. It was a bitter winter night but for the first time in as long as John could remember there was a stunningly bright full moon and the stars were pionient and plentyfull.

He could hear cracks and thuds around as more and more chutes opened around him. "they must know were comming" thought John " with the noise those parachutes make. The flaring of canopys seemed to be magnified 10 fold in the vast darkness of the night.

He came to a stop and dropped to his knee next to a tree; half to check his map and half to catch his breath. He just had to keep moving north-west towards the ridge and he would find the rest of his squad. He could still hear the cracking of chutes in the distance and movment in the forest far away. "Other members of the division...or worse" he thought.

He kept thinking about the briefing his sargent had given him. "Just take the jerry machine gun nest on the ridge and let the rest of the division worry about the rest of the factory. This was his first time in charge of a squad and he was eager to find his sqaud and do his best to lead them.

"Sh*t" he thought looking at his watch "Im be falling behind, the attck starts at 0530 weather im there or not." Just as he was getting ready to carry on running he heard a voice with a very heavy german accent. "Stop vight there english scum".

His heart skipped a beat, then went into over drive. The adrenalin in his body inceased rapidly as he felt cold and fear set into his body, masking his thoughts and not allowing him any room to think. "Turn" said the voice. "And drop zat gun."

As he turned, dropping his sten with a dull thud, he saw the jerry standing there with a look of supiriority on his face. It was a terrifying feeling that John had never experienced befor, looking down the barrel of a loaded gun. He saw the german's fingers trembaling on the trigger of the kar 98. "Maybe he is just as scared as i am" thought John "iv got to distract him."

Then it happened, a load bang in the distance followed by a larger one immiediatly after. The jerrys eyes flicked momonterily to the left and without even thinking about if John lept forward and, knocking the kar 98 to the right with his left hand, he formed a fist with his right and aimed it toward the germans stomache.

Johns fist connected with the bottom of the mans rib cage. The two men fell to the freezing ground, John on top of the german, both of them hitting any part of the other that they could find. John felt blows hit is face that just didnt seem to register any pain. The one that did was the germans left knee into Johns crotch. Pain shot through his whole pelvis as he fell side ways of the jerry and fell on to the damp woodland floor. He phsically could not move.

The german got triupfantly to his feet and walked toward John pulling his lugar from his holster. When he was barly a foot from John, lady luck decided to hav her say. The jerrys right foot sank into a rabbit hole that came up to just above his ankel, just inches from Johns left leg. John kicked out, his foot connecting with the germans shin. Because of the way his foot was wedged in the rabbit and the power of Johns kick the jerry had no way to fall with out something giving way. John heard the sickening crack and saw the mans shin bone snap, backwards, in on its self. The penatrating scream lets out by the german made John gad he had gotten the crotch shot instead.

John jumped to his feet, picked up the lugar and pointed it directly at the germans head. The look of fear and exrutianting pain on the germans face almost made John feel sorry for a second. But then he remember the last time one of the two people in this fight had been pointing a gun at the other...and how the tables had turned. He felt his finger tighten on the trigger. The load BANG ecoed around John in the darkness as the germans body slumped onto the ground. "god" thought John "and we still have a factory to attack"

Soz about legth...got a bit carried away

Approved/Denied?: Approved
Staff Notes:

Alright First Thing, Your Writing Sample was alright, but not the best. When your writing, dont begin a new paragraph when there is only a couple sentences. Also, try not to make so much spelling mistakes. Otherwise, your writing sample wasnt so bad. For You History, you didnt include as much information as I exected, but Ill let it slide. For Your Rank, Im Giving you The Rank of Sergeant. Be Sure to make those improvements in the future.

Thanks,

~ James